Page 84 of Unlocked Dive
This time, he presses in slowly, letting me adjust to the strange and splendid fullness with none of the pain.
I almost miss it.
“Fuck,” he hisses, mesmerized by the sight of himself disappearing inside me. “You know what you feel like?”
All the times I’ve taken him, captured his confidence and made it taste like my own, coalesce in this moment of vital union.
I know exactly what he’s feeling.
“It feels like coming home.”
At my words, he annihilates the last space between us, hooking his elbows under my knees and folding me in half to reach my mouth. I catch his face in my hands and surge to meet him, pillaging the sinful sounds he makes in his throat. His hips rock with each swirl of my tongue against his, and the hard heat of his stomach slides over my cock, making it weep.
A ravenous rumble rises from my chest, and he peels back, flushed and gasping.
“Gonna come if we keep that up.”
I slide my hands from his neck and trail my fingers over the luxurious luster of his skin to tug on his nipples. “Isn’t that the idea?”
“Mmm.” He rolls his hips again, this time with a deliberate precision that has me arching off the bed with a hoarse cry. The corner of his mouth—deliciously swollen from our fevered kiss—quirks with satisfaction. “You first this time.” Another devastating thrust, accompanied by a toss of his head. “Wait until you feel what it’s like to come around a cock in your ass.”
“Yourcock in my ass. Only yours.”
His nighttime neon eyes blow black, and the next surge buries him so deep that the threads holding me together begin to unravel. My hands scrabble at the sheets and my eyes flutter closed as he begins to move, building the euphoria in slow, shivering pulses.
“Watch me,” he commands, and I do, tethered to his gaze as he strips me to the raw core of sensation.
If that first question was a test,this is a lesson.
This isgiveandtakelike the tide—Echo the incandescent moon, his inexorable gravity drawing rapture from my flesh like surf upon the shore.
He doesn’t need to be cajoled into fucking without restraint, and he doesn’t need to hold himself back to fuck with intimate delight.
He can take me hard and selfish.
He can take me slow and deep.
And all of it is love.
And him.
Andus.
Somewhere in the spiral of desire, he’s kissing me again, his thighs under my hips and his fingers tangled with mine above my head.
“Come with me now, baby,” he whispers against my lips, slipping a hand between our bodies to stroke my aching cock with his exquisite grip. I’m already lit up everywhere, every nerve ending ignited, a writhing mess of love and lust and regret. I drink the words from his tongue like the holiest communion and spill into his fingers as the hot pulse of his release fills me up for the second time.
Penance.
Atonement.
Salvation.
He collapses on my chest, peppering my jaw with languid kisses, a breathless laugh rumbling in his throat.
“God, I could forgive you for anything if you let me do that, like, once a week.”
Instead of replying, I turn my head to capture his mouth, threading my fingers through his sweat-damp hair.
