Page 108 of Unlocked Dive
With lidded eyes, I watch him coat his cock, and I shiver when he spreads more lube onto my already stuffed hole. One fingerprobes gently along the silicone shaft, burning past the first ring of muscle.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “That’s fucking tight.”
“Mmm.” I squirm, caught between discomfort and greed as he crooks the digit, seeking my prostate.
“You good?” And then he brushes over the spot, and I arch off the bed with a cry. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Definitely yes,” I gasp.
The finger withdraws, and he lines himself up, holding me open with his other hand on my thigh. Sucking in a gulp of heated air, I brace for the invasion, my hand on the vibrator trembling with sympathetic expectation.
“Echo.”
I lift my eyes to find him studying my face—not with the old haunted fear but with clear awareness. “Are you ready?”
No.
I’ve always been ready for you.
“Yes.”
After a last, searching look, he nods, gripping my thigh and shifting his hips experimentally against the resistance of my body.
“C’mon,” he encourages. “Let me in.”
He’s too much, too big. There’s no way he’s going to fit, and I shake my head against the tragedy of it. This is the Byrd of my wildest fantasies—sure and confident, generous and selfish, poised to take me exactly the way I want.How is it fair for my body to betray me now?
His fingers bite into my jaw, and my eyes fly open, prickling with tears.
“Baby.” The faith in his gaze is luminous, spilling over into mine. “It’ll fit. You can do this. You just gotta relax and let me in.”
“Kiss me.”
He does it wide open, letting me drown, and drinks my sigh as my body surrenders,letting him in.
“Fuck,” we groan together, and his smile curves against my lips.
The burn is immense, straining at the edge of endurance, and for a moment, I just breathe his air, my fingers floating in his tangled hair. He holds himself still, waiting for me to adjust, weight balanced on his arm and his thumb rubbing slow circles on my inner thigh.
It happens all at once—a tide of heat that ripples through every grasping muscle to leave me languid and pliant. My fingers flex, brushing against his balls, and his whole body shudders, slipping a little further inside.
“Coen.” I trail my other hand down his cheek and press my palm to the art over his heart. “Make me come screaming.”
He still has to fight for every inch, butholy shit,what a glorious fucking battle. When his hips finally meet my ass, I flip Thor’s dial to the next setting and watch him struggle not to fall apart.
“Holy fuckinghell, Echo.” His hips rock helplessly, and I’m beyond full, beyond stimulated, but he’sright there with me,so I bring my free leg up to wrap around his waist.
“You should see what you look like right now,” he continues, staring mesmerized at where we’re joined. “Your ass is a fucking vision.”
“Is that an invitation?” There’s nowhere left to go, but I move anyway, tilting my pelvis to meet the next agonizing thrust. His laugh turns into a tortured groan.
“Fuck, baby. I wanna fuck you so hard right now, but this is…” He huffs out a harsh breath. “I’m gonna last about two seconds.”
“I don’t care. Take what you need.”
His fingers spasm at my hip and thigh, and he draws back to drive into me hard, twice. Then he shakes his head and tears himself free, taking Thor with him. The dildo hits the floor and rolls under the bed, still humming softly, as Byrd flips me over and smashes my chest into the mattress.
Instead of pushing my legs apart, he shifts to straddle them, trapping me between his knees and laying a sharp smack across one ass cheek.
