Page 69 of Where the River Meets the Skye

“Your heart?” Skye asked.

He nodded, took a few more breaths in and out, and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, and feeling like his heart was going to leap out of his chest, it stopped.

“It’s over,” he said, opening his eyes.

“God, that scares me every time,” Skye said, leaning in to kiss him. “Do we need to be done?”

“I don’t want to be,” River said, gazing into his husband’s eyes, earnestly. He was so over this. So over not being able to have sex with his husband as often as they wanted to. As often as they needed to. They needed each other. They needed this time to connect, to be intimate, and River hated that his illness was taking it away from them. That he had to deny Skye what he needed yet again. What they both needed and wanted. And this time it didn’t have anything to do with his sexual trauma.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Skye said, stroking his cheek.

“The sex isn’t what caused it, Skye, it happens randomly. I could be sitting here, and it wouldn’t matter.”

“But it wears you out. How are you feeling?”

“Like I want to keep trying.”

“Okay,” Skye said. And he kissed River again. His lips, his jaw, leaving marks on his neck, his collarbone, and making his way down his body, licking and sucking on his nipples, River moaned as his husband worshiped his body.

“Oh God.” His hips jerked as Skye traced his fingers along his pelvis and then took River’s rock hard cock into his mouth. “Oh, Skye,” he moaned, breathlessly as Skye sucked and licked, taking him deeper, moving his hand down to stroke his balls gently and then even further, down to his hole. River gasped and trembled as Skye traced the outside of his hole while he continued to bob up and down on his cock. He came off for a brief second, just long enough to squirt some lube on his hand, and then went back down on his husband, and River watched as Skye locked gazes with him, and slid a finger into his hole. He shook and gasped, arching his head back and groaning as he felt Skye’s tongue in the slit of his cock and then his husband’s warm, slick mouth covering him once more as Skye took him deep once again, and then River was thrusting, fucking his husband’s mouth while Skye finger fucked him, and God it was glorious.

“Skye…oh, baby, I…you keep that up, I’m gonna…”

“Yeah?” Skye asked, coming off of his cock, but adding a second finger to River’s hole. River’s thighs trembled and his mouth fell open as he felt Skye’s fingers pegging his prostate over and over, sweat beading his skin, his cock throbbing, precum sliding down his shaft.

River brought his hand down to his cock and began to stroke himself as Skye worked yet another finger into his hole and he gasped, shaking even more, his body trembling as his orgasm built. He was hovering on the edge now. So very close to coming.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Skye said, smiling. “Touch yourself. God, you’re so beautiful.” He nudged River’s prostate again. “I want you to come for me, baby.”

River couldn’t hold it back any more. He came. And he came hard. Shouting. His neck and back arching, the veins bulging, his cum shooting out in spurts over his stomach and chest. His body shook as his hole tightened, and then spasmed on Skye’s fingers as he trembled. Then he was tugging at Skye’s arms and pulling him up, kissing him, and breathing heavily.

He was exhausted but so damn happy. “I…I’m fairly certain, that might be the death of me,” he breathed out, and then smiled.

“Not such a bad way to go,” Skye said. “God, Riv, you were beautiful. I miss seeing you come.”

River smiled and blushed, still in a daze, coming down off the high of his orgasm. “You’re sweet,” he said.

“You gonna be okay?” Skye asked, using a tissue to wipe the cum off of River’s torso. “Or did I wear you out too much?”

“I’ll be fine,” River said, smiling again. “Give me a minute and I’ll repay the favor.”

“You sure?”

“Absolutely.”

Skye

A few minutes later, Skye was under his husband, his cock in River’s mouth, and Skye was moaning, and thrusting, and so very very close to coming, when suddenly River grunted and stopped moving, and his gaze caught Skye’s and eyes were filled with pain.

“Riv?” Skye said, in earnest. “What’s wrong?”

But River wasn’t talking, just slowly, very slowly trying to come off of him, and it looked like he couldn’t open his mouth any further, and he was clearly in a lot of pain. Skye winced slightly as River’s teeth scraped against his dick.

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