Storming Love Blizzard Kimo & Mike by Neil S. Plakcy

Mike’s fingertips grazed my bicep as I dozed in bed beside him one Saturday morning. I rolled onto my side and faced him. “Morning, sweetheart,” I said.
    Though we had been together for years, I still thought Mike was the most handsome guy I had ever met. A swirl of the black hair that covered his head hung over his forehead, above dark brown eyes with a slight epicanthic fold, with tiny lines forming around their edges.
    He had a broad smile, a square jaw grazed with stubble, and the cutest earlobes, just made for nibbling on. People sometimes mistook us for brothers, because we both had mixed-race heritage, but I was slimmer than he was, a couple of inches shorter, and my skin was smooth where his was hairy.
    We both had a passion for our jobs—I was a homicide detective, and he was a fire investigator. We liked to read, exercise and sleep naked. And when we made love, we fit together like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.
    Through the big window that looks out to our back yard, I saw the palm trees swaying in a heavy rain. The house rocked with a bolt of thunder, and our golden retriever, Roby, skittered beneath the bed.
    Mike and I were alone in the house for a change; our teenaged foster son, Dakota, had gone to spend the weekend with a classmate on the other side of O’ahu, and that meant we were free to walk around the house naked, have sex on the kitchen counter, in the bathtub—or just in our own bed with the bedroom door open.
    There are many benefits to loving a man with EMT training. One of them is that he has an in-depth knowledge of anatomy, and he knows just which buttons to push to get me panting with desire. His fingertips moved from my bicep to dance around my right nipple and I groaned with pleasure.
    He leaned over to kiss me, our chins grazing against each other, his lips hard and wet against mine. His tongue stroked my upper lip and I wanted more, wanted to inhale him like an ocean breeze. His smell was a combination of lemon soap, musk, and dried sweat, and I reached my arm around his shoulder to pull him close.
    As we cuddled, he pinched my nipple and that sent an electric shock right to my groin, where my dick began to stiffen. I lifted my right leg and laid it over his left one, loving that sensation of flesh against flesh.
    He began to move down my body, kissing my chin and the hollow beneath it, and I leaned my head back and stretched like a cat, offering my body to him in supplication. I caressed the side of his head, curling down from his hairline past his ear to those sexy lobes.
    Outside a storm continued to rage, rain splattering against the windows. I ran my fingers through Mike’s curls as he took my left nipple in his mouth and began to suck it. Tiny beads of sweat pooled in the hollow of my shoulder as the central air kicked on, sending cooling waves across our bodies. Mike kicked off the sheets and straddled me, sucking one nipple and pinching the other.
    I reached up to palm his stiff dick, then to caress his low-hanging balls. He moaned with pleasure and looked at me, his eyes glazed with lust. I pulled his head to mine and we kissed again, tongues dueling and exploring.
    He lowered himself carefully down on top of me, knowing it was my favorite position. I loved to feel his body resting on mine, the way our skin touched at so many points, the pressure of his weight against my chest making me work harder to breathe.
    He arched his back, planted his arms on either side of me, and began to move his body slowly over mine, rubbing his dick against my thigh, my dick against his belly. I loved looking up at him from below, watching his chest rise and fall, feeling that exquisite pressure against my stiff dick. His strength was a powerful aphrodisiac for me, and my heart rate quickened, my blood simmering in my veins.
    “I love you so much, babe,” he said, his voice husky with lust.
    “Probably just as much as I love you.” I raised my body up to meet his, feeling the strain in my legs