Then his fingertips were pressing into the skin on my hips as he tugged down my pants, just a little… just enough… As I braced us, held the sail steady, fought off the waves, the rain, the lightning, the storm surge, and I was gasping for breath.
Skarde bit my hip and I moaned.
The storm raged around us and I directed it.
Not us, you will not take us, storm!
He licked down my hips, down my pelvis, then found my clit and I nearly faltered where I was standing. The sail shook, fell flat, and the sailboat swooned.
I shook my head as his hands gripped me and shook me back to my task.
I giggled and took a sharp breath, redirecting my attention steadily.
The storm! Fight the storm!
Let him enjoy me… Enjoy this… But keep us alive…
I had to get us home…
Skarde’s hands wrapped around my ass, his fingers kneading the flesh and his tongue flicked at my clit. I moaned. I wanted to wrap my hands in his hair, his luscious long hair, but I kept my hands trained on the storm, the telekinesis that was flushing through my body, that was directing us home, that was making me a god.
And we were so close. We were just upon the mooring field. Now, to weave through the boats and head to the dock.
Skarde sucked in hard and my eyes rolled back in my head a moment and I breathed in sharply… I have to focus… I can’t believe this is happening… I blinked rapidly as his tongue explored me… tasting my pussy juices… His talented tongue curling in and out of my curves and then his fingers entered me, thrusting in and out as he sucked.
Then I slotted us into a slip at the dock and grabbed for a cleat.
As I lunged for the dock and let my hands drop, so did the telekinetic bubble protecting us, and the rain unleashed, the gale hit us full force. The sail had dropped, and I had telekinetically wound it up, but it was still flapping a little loosely. Skarde wiped his mouth and hopped up to secure it more fully. I moved to tie us to the dock, feeling weak-kneed, fighting against the mighty winds hitting us.
The rain was swamping us and I was bare ass to it. I lashed the lead to the cleat and then pulled up my pants. I looked at Skarde as he hopped up on the side of the dock and bent down to offer me a hand up. He pulled me up and held me in his arms.
I was unsteady, lightheaded. He smiled at me and I blushed furiously, the sensations of his fingertips burning into my rain and sea-wettened skin.
What the hell had just happened?
“I don’t… I don’t understand…”
“Bravo Ilisa… You proved yourself. I hope I proved myself, a bit. We both have a long way to go for each other, I know, but… A little more trust, I hope…” Skarde brushed a strand of my hair away and I ducked away from his hand. He grabbed my jaw and pulled it back, similar to how he had done on Vailstor, what seemed so long ago. But, this time, it was softer, kind, and, in his eyes, was longing.
I shivered to think of his tongue between my legs and the amazing power I had felt coursing through me, the mesmerizing spell of the telekinesis and just being lost in it… Lost in him…
I took his hand and squeezed it. “Let’s go get dry…”
Skarde looked at me and smiled, a more genuine smile than I had seen from him yet. It was alarmingly charming.
“I’ll race you.”
Then, without warning, he shoved back from me, presumably to get a head-start, and took off running up the docks. I laughed and sprinted after him in the rain, leaving the little sailboat bobbing in the storm.
Seven
Skarde
We passed only a few people on our breathless haste to my quarters. They saluted properly, but didn’t question our run. We had no need to answer any questions they asked, anyway. It was known that Bravo Ilisa was my Chosen Farian liaison. She was my right hand here. That would just become more apparent in the next few weeks as we moved forward with whatever military strategy King Kajo was going to present at the meeting tomorrow.
There was already festive music coming from the main hall, but we ducked quickly away from that passage and headed upstairs. We had at least an hour before our absence at the feast would be suspicious and Ilisa was right: we needed to get dry.
But, I wanted to get her more wet, first.
I unlocked the doors to my chambers and then locked the doors again behind us. Ilisa walked behind me, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, eyes shining bright, those blue flecks dancing in the brown shine from the lights as they flickered on. I was finding it hard to look away from her. She was intoxicating. I could still taste her on my lips…
“Please, pour us some wine,” I said, gesturing to the table nearby that held my liquor. She walked toward it and I headed to the dormer windows that lined the harbor facing wall. I drew open one set of the windows that reached the height of the tall ceiling.
The giant bed’s canopy cover fluttered in the wind as the storm rushed in. I braced myself in the open air, looking out to sea over the ramparts of the castle. The storm we had just battled in the fair little sailboat was bearing down on my new kingdom, the mighty rain unleashing, the lightning flaring, the thunder cracking.
I had a few different types of storm to face in this new kingdom… I took a deep breath and turned to face Ilisa.
My heart nearly stopped.
She was standing naked, holding two wine glasses, the lightning flashing against her naked
