Page 147 of Catching Sparks

“Those sound like nice dreams.”

“They were. But they don’t compare to the real thing. Not even fucking close.”

She arches her chest, and I’m too weak to deny her right now. Avoiding using the loofah over her nipples, I rub my palm over it to grab some soap and bring it over her breast, squeezing and massaging the heavy weight. My mouth waters as my cock throbs, begging for relief. I ignore it, too enamoured with touching her again to bother with myself.

“Garrison,” she whines, reaching back to place a hand to the shower wall. “I need you inside me. We can get reacquainted later.”

I shake my head. “I’ll make you come, sweet girl. I promise. Just let me touch you.”

Dragging the loofah down over her pelvic bone, I rub the soap onto her thighs and then move back to her back before lowering myself to my knees. The tile is hard beneath me, but it’s hard to focus on that when my mouth is directly in front of Poppy’s pussy.

“Lean against the wall, honey. I’m fucking desperate to taste you,” I order, dropping the loofah and cupping the inside of her knee.

She does as I say, clearly not as dead set on getting fucked as she thought she was. My plans for tonight are going to push me so far out of my comfort zone I don’t know how I’ll handle it, and I need this first. Need to have her cunt on my tongue.

The water is loud around us, but our breaths are louder, both of us panting with a mix of excitement and adoration for one another. It’s intoxicating.

I take her knee in my hand and pull it over my shoulder, creating space between her thighs for me. With a firm touch, I run my finger over her slit, testing how wet she is for me already. I moan, leaning forward to run my tongue over the line I drew.

“Fuck yes,” I rasp, repeating the motion once more before reaching up to spread her lips. “You’ve got such a pretty cunt, Poppy. So pink and swollen for me. Dripping wet.”

She sighs, dropping her other hand to my hair and tucking the wet pieces behind my ear.

Her clit stands proud, waiting. I lash it with my tongue and then suck it into my mouth for a second before pulling back, licking the full length of her again.

My eyes nearly cross when I slide a finger into her slick opening. I groan and stretch her around the single digit before adding a second and gliding them in and out.

“Faster,” she huffs, grinding her pussy into my face.

I add a third finger despite the way her walls squeeze me, putting up a bit of resistance before it slides deep. She cries out at the fullness, and I grin while flicking my tongue over her clit.

Curling my fingers after every thrust, I brush the soft spot inside of her and apply suction to her clit, my teeth brushing over it every few seconds. I alternate my movements the way she loves until she’s thrashing, her nails scratching my scalp to the point of pain. It doesn’t turn me off. It drives me to go faster, harder. To make her see fucking stars.

I moan against her pussy, and she jerks, my fingers being squeezed so damn tight as she comes. Licking her through her climax, I slow my thrusts but don’t pull them out until they’re slick with her cum.

Only when she’s gone lax beneath the water do I pull my fingers free and immediately suck them into my mouth. Aftershocks have her releasing whimpers as I stand and take her mouth in a brutal, claiming kiss. My cock presses into her belly, and I’m too weak to avoid grinding into the softness, driven by my brutal desire.

She responds instantly, her tongue prying my lips open and plunging deep inside my mouth, toying with mine. I slam a hand to the tile behind her and let the water drip down my face and pool between our chests.

“Fuck me,” she begs against my lips. “Fuck me hard.”

“Fuck me instead, Poppy. I want you to fuck me,” I groan before biting at her lips and tugging one into my mouth, sucking on it until I taste blood.

She doesn’t ask if I’m sure. I wouldn’t have said anything if I wasn’t. Instead, she reaches behind her to turn the water off and shoves me out. We stumble out of the bathroom, dripping water onto the floor and then onto the made bed when she pushes at my chest and sends me falling backward onto it.

A fucking goddess stares down at me as I stay reclined on the bed, my knees hanging off the edge, feet flat to the floor. Glistening with water, Poppy steps up to my knees and grips my thighs, bending over my lap.

“I’ll fuck you, Garrison, but you’re going to fuck me first. This cock—” She grips it in a hot, tight fist and brings it to her mouth, circling the wet tip with her tongue. “Is going to be inside of me before I put one inside of you. Is that clear?”

I nod, gritting my teeth to keep from thrusting into her mouth. “Yeah, baby. Crystal fucking clear. Now, take this cock inside your pretty pussy. Please.”

She climbs over my lap, her knees sinking into the mattress on either side of me. The heat from her cunt basks over my cock, and I spit a curse as she sets her hands on either side of my head and lowers her chest to my face.

“Suck,” she demands, cupping one breast and bringing it to my lips. “Now.”

My mind goes blank. The only thing I know is that I’m in paradise. I open my lips and eagerly lap at the nipple she pushes inside my mouth. Sucking it deep, I pay attention to the metal ring and flick it with my tongue before she pushes the opposite breast into my mouth. My eyes roll back, her pants of pleasure forcing me to grip the comforter in an attempt to keep myself in check.

I’m unprepared for the tight warmth that envelops my cock a beat later. Taking me down to the base, she fucks me slowly, each forward glide making me whine against her tit, demanding more. My balls are wet, soaked with her arousal as I let her use me for her pleasure. For both of ours.

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