Page 148 of Catching Sparks

“Love your cock, baby. So big. So mine,” she mumbles, the words shuddered, climbing in pitch.

“Yours. I’m yours,” I say against the wet skin in my mouth.

She stops grinding and straightens, my mouth suddenly empty. I blink to get my eyes to focus, and then she’s pulling off my cock, a sudden coldness making me groan in protest.

“Tell me if you changed your mind. Because if you don’t, I’m going to make love to you, Garrison,” she says, now standing beside the dresser, the toy I got her in her fist.

My dick jerks, precum leaking over my stomach. It’s an answer in and of itself, but I know she wants verbal confirmation. My chest swells, growing so damn hot I worry I’ll burst into flames.

“I haven’t changed my mind. I trust you. I want this with you,” I tell her, using my elbows to push myself up the bed so our eyes can meet properly.

Her smile is soft and sweet. It’s the last glance of her I get before I’m pushing myself up the bed, toward the headboard. Last time she touched my ass, I had my back to her. This time, I want to look in her eyes while she takes me.

“I’ll take care of you,” she promises, walking back to the bed with the toy and a bottle of lube. “Tell me to stop whenever you want me to.”

“I will, baby.”

She nods, the action more for herself than me, I think, and then works on working the first part of the toy inside of her. There’s a remote that goes with it that turns on the vibrations, and she extends it to me.

The insertable part of the toy is curved to hit her G-spot, and when she doesn’t smear any lube over it before pushing it inside of her pussy, I leak more against my stomach. I can’t look away from her as she tucks it inside her perfect cunt and gulps, pleasure morphing her expression into something I’d spend every penny in my bank account to see repeatedly.

I stay silent and wait for her to crawl onto the bed, the dildo between her legs swaying. I’m not afraid for her to take me this way. I’d never have considered doing this months ago, not until I met her, and I know that means something all on its own.

The cap of the lube pops, and then she’s smearing a thick gob over her fingers and dripping it down my ass. I flinch, but not in pain. It’s cold, and I’m excited. So fucking excited.

“It’s been weeks since you’ve had anything inside. I’m going to try and stretch you enough first,” she says.

I nod jerkily, and then she’s slowly pushing my knee up toward my chest as I do the same with the other. It’s the most exposed I’ve been, even while she was putting a plug in my ass or fucking me with her fingers. It’s a new type of exposure, like I’ve ripped down any and all barriers that had been left up between us.

Her eyes zero in on my ass before she’s smoothing the lube over the hole. I keep waiting for my body to tense up on its own, but it doesn’t. And when she glides a finger inside me with little resistance, I moan, handing myself over to the sensations.

Working a second finger in, it’s her turn to whimper, eyes so dark with lust I can’t help but take my cock in my hand. I stroke myself, finding my shaft wet with precum. Each glide of my fist, along with the thrust of her fingers in my ass, drives me further out of mind. It’s pleasure like I’ve never known. My mind begins to slip as I let my eyes fall shut and focus on that pleasure.

“I’m going to add a third finger. Keep stroking that fat cock for me, but don’t come yet,” she orders, her thoughts not lost to her like mine are. Not yet, anyway.

I moan, relaxing further so she can push another finger inside my ass without struggle. The remote in my fingers is light, and I click it once she buries three fingers inside of me and presses a spot that?—

“Oh shit,” she rasps, her head tipping forward.

“Poppy!” I spit out, nearly coming already.

“That’s good?” She presses the spot again, and I hiss a breath, fighting the desire to kick my feet out.

“Yes. Yes, it’s so good. I need more, honey. I need it all,” I whine.

An orgasm is already dangling over me, every quick stroke on my cock soaking my fist.

The only warning I get before she enters me is a smooth, wet press of the dildo at my entrance. It waits there, my hole so damn empty I’m ready to beg.

“Do it, Poppy. Fuck me,” I growl, my patience gone.

Her grin is filthy. I choke on my own tongue when she pushes forward, and the slick dildo slides inside, stretching and stretching and fucking stretching. The sharp bite of pain is there for a heartbeat before it’s gone, replaced with a pleasure that rivals any I’ve ever felt in my entire fucking life, only coming close to the feel of Poppy’s tight cunt suffocating my cock.

My eyes are wide, holding her soothing stare as she works every inch of the silicone dildo into my ass one short thrust at a time. By the time she gets nearly the full way, I’m half-conscious, drifting in a land of pleasure with only Poppy as a tether to reality.

She whimpers and grinds against the part of the toy that brushes her clit and shakes, her moves becoming uneven, jerked. I slap a hand to her arm and nod. I’m on the precipice of an orgasm, and I want her to come with me.

“Together,” I whisper.

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