Page 53 of Where the River Meets the Skye

“River, are you okay?” Skye said. “Do I need to stop?”

River shook his head, his hands gripping Skye’s face. His hips stopped moving. “No. They’re good tears, happy tears, Skye. I’m… oh, God,” River closed his eyes and moaned Skye’s name. “This feels amazing, and I just…I can’t believe how much you love me, and…” he was breathing heavily, more tears falling. He brought Skye’s face down to his and kissed him again and again and again even as he cried, and Skye continued to stroke him. River thrust upward again and whimpered into Skye’s mouth.

When River released only moments later, they were both crying and smiling, and laughing, and peppering each other with kisses. And Skye knew that he had never experienced anything more beautiful in his entire life. To have River in bed with him, naked, to be holding him, pleasuring him, to be the reason for his orgasm, to hear his name on River’s lips as he climaxed. It was everything he could have asked for and more.

“Can I taste you?” he asked, and when River nodded, a slightly stunned expression on his face, Skye didn’t waste any time. He lowered himself and lapped up the cum covering River’s abdomen, feeling River shudder underneath him, his stomach sinking in. He swallowed, moaning as he did, and didn’t miss how River’s cock twitched. River moaned again as Skye lowered his face once more and licked the last remaining drops of cum from River’s cock.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” River whispered, his eyes blown wide.

“You taste amazing, baby,” Skye said, savoring the saltiness of River on his tongue and letting it slide down his throat. “Fucking perfect.” He kissed his husband again and River moaned into his mouth. They kissed for a moment longer before Skye pulled away and collapsed on his back. But River was hovering over him in a second, his smile wide.

“Your turn,” he said.

Skye jerked when he felt River’s hand in his pants, and his breath hitched.

“May I?” River asked, grinning, and nuzzling Skye’s nose with his.

“You don’t have to,” Skye said, breathless, as River rested on his elbow.

River’s gaze was steady, his voice firm but gentle. “I want to.” Skye nodded.

River knelt and pulled Skye’s pants and underwear off together, and then tugged at the hem of his shirt. Skye took the hint and sat up slightly, slipping the shirt off and tossing it to the floor as well.

River smiled wider as his gaze trailed over Skye’s body, taking it in, just as Skye had done with him. “Wow,” he said. “You’re perfect.”

Skye blushed fiercely because there was nothing but sincerity in River’s tone.

“Shut up,” he said, but he was smiling, and pulling River back down to him.

“I love you,” River said, pressing a kiss to Skye’s nose as they both lay, moments later, basking in the afterglow of their orgasms, and relishing in the fact that they had made each other come.

The smells of sweat and sex permeated the room, and Skye didn’t think he’d ever been more content.

“Does this mean we can change in front of each other now?” Skye asked as River snuggled up next to him and rested his head on Skye’s shoulder. He began to run his fingers through River’s hair and he heard River humming softly in approval as he did.

“Yeah,” he said. “I’d like that. I know this wasn’t quite sex, Skye, but it was pretty good, right?”

“It was better than good, angel,” Skye said, wrapping his arms around his husband and kissing his hair. “Even if this is all we ever do, I’d be satisfied.”

“It won’t be, Skye,” River stated matter of factly. “I promise. I want more. And I’ll get there.”

“I’d like that, River. But there’s no pressure.”

“I know,” River said, and he lifted his head and planted a kiss against the smooth skin of Skye’s jaw.

Skye reached for his phone and groaned when he saw what time it was. “We should probably get dressed and get some sleep. It’s getting late. Or early, depending on how you look at it. And we both have work in the morning.”

River stuck out his bottom lip. “But I don’t want you to get dressed. I’ll miss you.” He glanced down at Skye’s mostly flaccid cock and then looked back up at his husband with puppy dog eyes.

Skye chuckled. “Sorry, angel,” he said with a grin. “Say goodnight to Skye junior. He’ll come out to play again later.”

River chuckled and looked down at Skye’s cock again. “Bye little fella,” he said, waving at it. “See you next time.”

Skye raised an eyebrow. “Little?” River laughed. He kissed Skye and then slid out of bed, and they finished cleaning off.

Once they were both dressed again, and back in bed, Skye took River into his arms as they drifted to sleep, warm, and sated.

CHAPTER 25

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