Page 36 of The Scorpio Skyy
He held my hips, pulling me against the dick—each powerful thrust autographing his name on my inner walls, likeJaxxon was here.
“Rub your clit, Baby. Take yourself to the next level,” he coached before leaning over and biting down on my right shoulder, causing me to tremble.
I picked up the speed I was throwing the ass back at him. I was fucking him at a pace that I set until he caught up with me and repositioned my hips in his hands.
“It’s so good, Baby,” he told me. “Your pussy’s like paradise. I could stay here forever. I love you.”
My face was buried in the pillow, so I was sure he could only make out my whimpers and not my words. He plowed into me, clearly chasing his orgasm. I was chasing mine, too.
In and out.
In and out.
I found my relief before he found his, whining and pressing my ass aggressively back on his pelvis.
The eruption shot into me without warning, coating my insides and filling me up.
“Shit,” he muttered. His dick continued to pump loads into me.
I collapsed onto the bed.
When his balls were finally empty, he fell onto the bed beside me. “I love you, Skyy. I promise on everything that I’m yours.”
“I’m yours, too.” I rolled over and snuggled into his chest. “I’m yours forever.”
One thingabout my wife was that she loved nature. She didn’t care if it was in the form of a body of water, fresh flowers, a meadow of grass, or snow-capped mountains—she wanted to see it. And with her birthday quickly approaching, I planned a trip after our first Thursday night game of the season. The thing about Thursday night games was that they gave players a three-day weekend, with us not having to return to practice until Monday. So, Friday morning, we boarded the private jet and flew to Jackson Falls, Oregon, to stay atManor of Sienna Sunset Resort.
The all-inclusive resort was known for their private cottages that offered visitors an upscale and unique glamping experience within the backdrop of the Cascada Noir Mountain Range.
“It’s so beautiful here.” Skyy gushed, looking around at the mountains that flanked both sides of the Pakpak’kali River as we floated peacefully.
I adjusted myself on the seat of the boat. I’d rented a mid-size craft. It wasn’t large enough to have a crew, but it had a captain. He was at the front of the boat, while Skyy and I were alone in the back.
“I have a birthday gift for you,” I told her.
Skyy’s love language was gift giving. She was always thoughtfully picking up things for the people she loved when she was out and about. If she saw something that she knew a friend, or family member would enjoy, she would buy it for them. Her thoughtfulness made me want to be thoughtful with her.
She smiled. “Aww, that’s so sweet, Jay.”
I reached into my backpack and pulled out the oversized velvet box.
Her eyes danced with excitement as she took it from my hand.
I watched as she opened it. Inside was a custom-created charm bracelet. The bracelet was a platinum bangle, and all the platinum charms had been custom designed to my specifications.
“Some doms like to ‘collar’ their subs. It signifies the deep level of commitment, mutual respect, trust, and connection. Some people feel that it shows ownership. You’re already mine. Besides, you like your privacy, and a collar is a very obvious symbol of BDSM. I don’t want to collar you, per se. But I do want you to understand that I am deeply committed to you. I love you.”
“I love you, too!”
I pointed at one of the charms, “The house is because we lived next door to each other, and because you’re my home,”I told her. “And the schoolhouse because I’ve loved you since tenth grade.”
Tears started to pool in her eyes. “The scorpion and the fish . . . you and me?”
I nodded. “The football is, of course, me again. The bulldog is for our time at Tubman A. & M.”
“The letter S for Skyy. The shopping bag.” She glanced up at me. “I do love to shop. The peony?”
“Your love for nature.”
