With each bite and each scrape of his nails over my skin, the more turned on I became. Years of restraint on my part faded into the night. We tugged at clothing until we were naked, and crashing onto the bed, we tangled together. Yes was all he gasped, and with that verbal consent, I clasped his hand and led him to the bedroom.

His mouth sought mine our lips and tongues merged in passion and raw need. His hands, warm and grasping under my shirt, were rough and needy against my skin. The delicious moment was charged with something electric. Without hesitation he sank into my embrace.

He stepped back and his eyes met mine, questioning. I slid my fingers down his neck, stroking softly, resting my hand on his shoulder.

Keeping that close connection between us, I smoothed down his hair, rumpled by the chill wind and rain from the unforgiving graveyard. Finally claim him as my own, my friend, my lover. How could I think of having sex at such a sad time? I wanted to forget the pain, to be lost in his scent, his body, his mouth. All I wanted to do was hold him, comfort him, penetrate his body, and join us as one. I needed him tonight, more so than on any other night. Despite our shared sorrow, I let my gaze dip to the contour of his cock. As always he looked gorgeous, breathtaking, even in his anguish. He’d changed from the dark suit and black tie into his favourite faded green T-shirt and black sweatpants. Now he looked as though he’d hardly slept for days, which was probably true. We’d both cried too much today, comforting each other in our grief, holding on tight, not wanting to move away. But if they believe, and if they keep their faith in the night sky and each other, just maybe they can make their dreams of love come true.HIS EYES were swollen and rimmed in red. When Ben thinks Vinnie spends too much time with a fellow artist, his jealousy drives a wedge between them and forces Vinnie into the very thing Ben dreads.īen and Vinnie will have to walk through fire before they can find one another again. They begin a relationship beneath the night sky, God’s own canvas.īut every relationship has its ups and downs and so it is with theirs. On the night of the sitting, Vinnie fingerpaints the starry night on Ben’s chest. From a wealthy family, Ben purchases some of Vinnie’s art and arranges for the artist to personally hang the paintings in his apartment.īen commissions Vinnie to paint his portrait, in order to spend more time with the artist. Ben admires Vinnie’s painting of the university building, so Vinnie invites him to an exhibition of his artwork. A mutual interest in art draws two shy university students together.

Paint the Sky by Lily G. Blunt