Page 105 of Catching Sparks

He drags his mouth over my jaw and to my ear before whispering, “I’ll give you what you need.”

His fingers slip from my pussy before he lifts my leg and wraps it high around his hip, opening me up for him. He notches the tip of his cock to my entrance and slams home in a single glide.

“Fuck!” I cry, slapping my hands to his shoulders and digging my nails deep to stabilize myself.

“So fucking right, Poppy. You’re perfect. Mine,” he pants through gritted teeth, pulling out and thrusting back in. “All mine.”

“All yours,” I murmur, my head smacking back against the shower wall.

Garrison fucks me hard, driven by an intensity that I feel deep in my chest. More, more, more, it chants. Drive me to insanity just to yank me right back. I glide my hands from his shoulders to his neck, my fingers growing wet before they burrow deep in his hair.

I pull his head back and force him to meet my stare. His wild eyes fall to my mouth and hold there for a breath before he’s diving toward me once again, this time landing his lips against mine. Our tongues glide, and I moan, my grip hard enough I’m probably ripping his hair from the root.

He doesn’t stop me, though. If anything, he picks up the pace, fucking up into me harder and harder. My breasts fly with each movement, the slap of them hard against my chest before he’s lifting them in his hands and watching them with a savage gleam in his eyes.

“Fuck, look at these tits. I can’t get enough of them,” he grunts, flicking at the hoops through both nipples. “I could spend hours with your nipples in my mouth, sucking them until you can’t see straight.”

“Do it, then,” I dare him.

“Not here. Need to focus on fucking you right now. On making your cunt come all over me.”

I don’t argue with that. I’m almost there, each glide of him inside me bringing me one step closer to my millionth orgasm in the past two days.

“You can do it, honey. Drip down this dick, and I’ll fill you so full you’ll be leaking my cum all fucking day,” he growls, punching his hips.

I tumble into euphoria. My eyes hold his as I come, his grip on my tits growing tighter with every quiver of my walls. He falls with me, both of us spitting curses and pleas in the fog. His thrusts grow uneven, stuttered as he fills me with pulse after pulse of cum.

“Jesus,” he croaks, slipping out of me and nipping at my mouth.

His eyes drift down my body as he takes a step back and focuses between my legs. I miss the feel of him against me immediately, but the awe in his expression as he stares at my pussy is worth it.

I jerk when he slides a finger through my sensitive slit and then slowly pushes it inside. His eyes flick upward as he plays with me.

“I like the thought of you walking around all day with my cum inside of you,” he admits with a shuddered exhale.

“That sounds messy.”

He hums, pulling his finger free and lifting it between us. I don’t dare break eye contact when he taps his wet finger against my lips.

“Suck.”

I part my lips, and he pushes it as far as it’ll go. Doing what he demanded, I suck it clean. The flavour of us together hits my tongue, and I swirl it around the long digit, batting my eyelashes on purpose.

The corner of his mouth tugs into a devious smirk. “Good girl.”

Rolling my eyes, I wait for him to pull it out before sticking my tongue out at him. “You’re kind of caveman-ish, you know?”

“Just kind of? You make me feel like a complete Neanderthal.”

“Can you be a Neanderthal but still wash my hair for me? I’m suddenly too tired to do it myself,” I tease.

“What a coincidence,” he replies bluntly, but his grin betrays him if he was planning on pretending he doesn’t like the idea of taking care of me.

I squeal when he swats at my ass and nudges me beneath the water. It’s a miracle it’s still hot with how long it’s been running. It beats down on my shoulders, relaxing my muscles as I drop my head and close my eyes.

The flick of a bottle cap sounds beneath the heavy pelt of water, and then Garrison’s hands are in my hair. He massages my scalp, spending longer than necessary rubbing the shampoo in before turning me to face his chest and urging me to tip my head beneath the water again so he can rinse it out.

I keep my eyes shut the entire time he rubs conditioner in my knotted hair and guides me back and forth beneath the water. My heart slows to a steady, calm beat as we stay in comfortable silence. I’m so at peace that I’m almost afraid to speak in case I say the wrong thing and the moment shatters.

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