Page 100 of Catching Sparks

“More.”

He adds a second finger, and I arch my back, breasts pointed skyward. Pleasure burns in my gut. Every curl of his fingers has them brushing the soft spot inside of me, and black spots speckle my vision.

“Yes,” I moan, jerking my hips to meet his thrusts. “More.”

“More? You need something thicker, hmm?”

“Your cock, Garrison. I need your fucking cock.” I shake my head to clear it, trying to focus on what we spoke about earlier. “But not yet.”

“What do you want first?” he asks, almost timidly. A far cry from the blunt confidence I’m so used to from him.

“Will you get on your hands and knees for me?”

“I’d do anything for you,” he admits.

I smile at the return of his confidence. “So would I.”

Rolling off the bed, I reach for the box on the floor and flick off the lid. The two teardrop-shaped butt plugs sit inside, along with a bottle of lube and a toy that I’m unfamiliar with. There’s a dildo on one end of it and a smaller piece that looks like it also goes inside . . .

My cheeks blaze. It’s a dildo that I’d wear inside of me while also using on him. Jesus, I’m hot. Damn near sweating.

“Not right now,” Garrison interrupts my train of thought, a hand stroking my bare back. “But sometime.”

“You can grovel without letting me fuck your ass,” I blurt out.

“Maybe that’s what my train of thought was at first, but it’s not anymore.”

“You actually want that?”

“Without a doubt, Poppy.”

I feel light-headed, the plane spinning while flying straight. Warmth fills me from head to toe, sunbeams exploding from deep in my chest.

“Then yes, Garrison. We’ll do that sometime.”

He makes a soft noise of agreement while I pick up one of the plugs and the bottle of lube. Placing my knees back on the back, I look up and gasp.

The sight of Garrison on his hands and knees, the sharp, muscled lines of his body relaxed and waiting, has me fighting for breath. He’s stunning, the god to my goddess. A work of art.

Strong thighs speckled with dark hair, a round ass that I would have to be blind not to be jealous of, and a narrow set of hips that carry into a slim waist. The hands pressing into the mattress are large, with veins running up the tops and new calluses that he’s gained over his time on the ranch. I want them scraping all over my naked body, and I’m tired of waiting.

“I’ve never done this to anyone before,” I warn softly, moving to kneel behind him.

He shudders when I set my hands on his lower back and rub, my thumbs digging into the muscle. I lean forward and press my mouth above my hands, peppering him with gentle kisses. Reminders that this is me with him here and that he’s safe.

“I haven’t either,” he says on a long exhale.

I swallow and nod, the action for myself more so than him. The shallow ache between my legs as I drift one hand over his stomach and to the hard cock hanging in wait tells me everything I need to know. I’m incredibly turned on by this, and I won’t allow my nerves to ruin the experience for the both of us.

Garrison spits a curse when I stroke him, rubbing my thumb over the slick tip and smearing it down the shaft. With a final kiss to his back, I reach for the lube and pop the cap before increasing the pace of my strokes.

“This might be cold,” I warn.

He jerks forward at the first drip of the lube down the crack of his ass. I watch it slide between his cheeks, enthralled with the view. Then, I say fuck it to my nerves entirely and drop the bottle to the bed before following the line of lube with my finger.

With my finger slick, I circle the hole, rubbing it at a testing, slow pace. I’ve already done this with him, but it feels different this time. This is more serious, an event neither of us will be forgetting anytime soon.

“Relax into the feeling,” I tell him when he tenses on instinct.

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