Sky and Storm ( Warriors of Vis #1)(44)

The hushed, low voice and the rush of warm air washing over Sky’s face made him shiver. “You are on my mind. Us. I feel…” Sky took a deep breath and turned to Storm, needing to see him, watch his reactions. “I feel this space between us. It shouldn’t be there. And I miss you.”

“I am here though,” Storm said, tightening his arms around Sky. “I’m never going anywhere. Nothing will ever happen to you.”

Sky groaned and let his head fall on Storm’s shoulder. “That’s the problem. Nothing happens. Nothing!”

“What do you mean?” Storm pushed himself back enough to look down at Sky.

“Since we’ve returned,” Sky started, hiding his face even more, “you treat me like I’m broken. Or about to break. You barely touch me. We haven’t made love once. And I tell myself it’s because you’re afraid of hurting me, of my reactions. But there’s this voice in the back of my mind, wondering if you see me as damaged now. You saved me in time, but he still touched me…”

Storm kissed Sky, cutting the rest of his words. Storm’s feverish lips parting his own were bliss, but Sky still stopped the kiss.

“Don’t you ever say you’re damaged,” Storm grunted. “You are right, I was afraid of going too far, thinking it would trigger a reaction that would hurt both of us. I never wanted to make you feel like I no longer desired you. I should have used words, not only actions.”

Sky chuckled and touched his forehead to Storm, staring into his eyes. “I won’t break. And I won’t even bat an eye at your touch. You are home. You are safety. You are love and everything good in the world.”

“That’s how I feel about you. I was happy to wait until you’d recovered more. The nightmares…”

Sky shook his head and placed a finger over Storm’s lips. “The nightmares stop when I wake up in your arms. I understand why you’d think being intimate would trigger memories of what happened. Yet every time we touched, all thoughts of that ordeal went very far away.”

“But if I straddle you, or act too roughly…”

Sky rolled his eyes and sighed. “Then get on the bed, lie on your back, and let me ride your cock.”

Storm shivered and turned his back to Sky. He took fast, determined steps and went straight to the bed, undressing in but a moment and jumping in the middle of the pillows. “I like it when you take charge,” Storm said and winked.

Sky chuckled and shrugged. “Someone had to do it.”

Storm motioned for Sky to join him, a teasing smile curving his lips. That enticing smirk caused heat to spread through Sky’s entire body. He found it hard to breathe, anticipation making him forget how air intake was. Sky shook his head and went over to the bed, throwing clothes on the floor as he went.

When he was naked and on top of his husband, looking down at Storm’s eyes, pupils bursting with lust, Sky relaxed. He slowly lowered himself, moaning when his lips touched Storm. Despite the pent-up lust, the kiss was slow, tender, almost feeling like it was nurturing Sky’s soul.

Sky had ordered his husband to the bed, he was now looming over him, straddling Storm’s impressive erection. He wasn’t the one in control though. Minutes after his naked skin touched Storm, Sky was lost in a trance like state where all he could feel was Storm moving underneath him. Lips trailing kisses, hands caressing, cool, scented oil spread over his hole.

Vision blurred and tactile sense on overdrive, Sky gave himself to the experience. He moaned when Storm pushed up and breached his body, he fell into rhythm with the slow thrusts, he kissed, sucked and caressed with the same fervor his husband showed. Although fully aware of everything Storm was doing, everything else—the bed and room around them, the sounds from the outside world—was dull and lost.

The closer Sky came to completion, the sharper Storm’s figure and visage became. Detailed shades and tones painted the spark in Storm’s eyes, the way sweat glistened on his chest, the small frowns he made when he pushed deep inside Sky. His voice when whispering his love, his moans and grunts were the most exquisite music Sky had ever heard.

Mesmerized by the look of his husband and lost in the pleasure he was receiving, Sky came on a roar. The orgasm somehow managed to take him by surprise.

“You are so beautiful.” Storm sounded out of breath, maybe a little desperate, but his words kept Sky anchored to this world, connected to his husband through all that mind-blowing pleasure.

A few more thrusts and Storm joined in the climax, coming on a litany made up of Sky’s name and all the endearments Storm had ever used. They clung to each other, shielded by the covers Storm had pulled over them.

Like this, spent and cherished, Sky was at his happiest. His hopes, dreams, and strength had all been replenished. He didn’t want to make himself sound more important than he was, but Storm looked different. Better, fully relaxed, stronger.

“I was a fool for depriving us both of this,” Storm mumbled.

“Sometimes you don’t realize you’re in the desert and depriving yourself of water.”

Storm chuckled and kissed Sky’s shoulder. “That’s exactly what I was doing.”

Sky hoped they could stay like this, wrapped up in each other, away from the messy world. The loud knock that interrupted them broke the spell faster than was good for Sky’s sanity.