Page 33 of Catching Sparks

A finger slips through my slit, gathering the wetness there before driving inside of me, hard and confident. The breach is almost too much for a moment, but then not nearly enough. My lungs threaten to collapse when he brings his mouth to my pussy and drags a hot line with his tongue from his finger to my clit, lingering there as he flicks it once.

Yes. Hell yes.

Garrison feeds off the way I go tight around his finger and bare my neck as I stare at the ceiling. A second finger joins the first, and I tell him just how much I like that stretch before snapping my thighs to his cheeks and holding him in place.

Minutes pass, each one bringing with it a new wave of ecstasy. I made the right decision agreeing to this. Whatever this is. I’m far from done with him.

It’s quite the opposite.

I’m just getting started.

As desperately as I want to come like this, I’m too far gone to wait another moment without having him inside of me. Threading my fingers through all of his smooth, slicked-back hair, I scrape my nails along his scalp to capture his attention.

“I need more,” I breathe.

“More what?” he asks slowly, deeply.

“You. Inside of me. Right now.”

He arches a brow in that typical expectant way. “Is that right?”

I release my thighs from his cheeks and push myself up the bed, away from his wet mouth and fingers to match. He lets me go, but the way he watches me . . . I shiver, the promise of what’s to come sinking deep.

“Face the headboard and get on your hands and knees.”

I move quickly, doing exactly as I’m told. This is what I want, what I’ve been craving. Something real, pleasure for just one night that doesn’t come from my hand or one of my toys. A release of steam that’s been building and building to the point of insanity.

I glance over my shoulder and watch Garrison drop his pants, the full expanse of his naked body making me gush between my legs. Swallowing a moan at the view, I trail my fingers down my stomach and over my swollen, slick pussy. My thighs quiver as I dip a finger inside myself and then rub my clit, just slow, soft circles to prepare myself.

The lean, all-male body behind me is beyond my expectations. I instantly want to touch him from top to bottom just to learn the things that could drive him as crazy as the few things he’s already learned about me. I’m at a disadvantage at this very moment, but for once, I don’t hate it.

“Remove your hand,” he grits out, fingers wrapping around the shaft of his cock, stroking at a casual pace.

“You first.”

His fist moves that much quicker now, with a strength to each stroke that is more about teasing me of what’s to come than his pleasure.

I laugh, the sound clear and bright. “I never took you for a tease.”

He steps up to the bed and pushes my hand from between my legs before palming my ass, testing the feel of it. I chew on the inside of my lip and press back into his hand, swaying from side to side. His laugh hits the air a second before he lifts his hand and brings it right back, swatting at my backside. The bite of pain is minor, most likely on purpose.

“Harder,” I mumble, dropping forward to my elbows. “Please.”

Garrison grabs me with two hands now, kneading my ass before dipping a finger into my pussy and pressing it deep inside. “You’re learning already.”

My eyes close as I rest my forehead to my hands, the promise of release so close I can almost taste it.

He spanks me again, the mix of pain from his hit and the pleasure from the finger curling inside of me a beautiful song in my mind. My heartbeat pounds in my ears, and my next words tumble free of their own accord.

“Please fuck me, Garrison. Fuck me hard.”

“Do you have condoms?”

I nod frantically, lifting a weak arm to point at the nightstand. “In there.”

The slide of the drawer and crunch of a condom wrapper are loud in the otherwise silent room. My anticipation builds as I keep my eyes shut, only listening. His presence shifts behind me, and I push back further, my toes curling once again in preparation.

“How often do you use your toys?” he murmurs, intrigue obvious in the tone.

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