Page 96 of Catching Sparks

She deserves so, so fucking much more. And I want to give it to her.

“What else do you have in mind, then?” she all but purrs.

I bury my face in her dress again, inhaling deep. Lowering my hands down her sides, I tuck my fingers beneath the hem of her dress and watch her reaction, searching for the first spark of refusal. Only approval greets me.

A tiny tip of her chin, and then I’m dragging my touch up her smooth, creamy thighs, pushing her dress higher and higher until finally, she grabs it for me and hitches it above her belly button.

The sight of her lace panties—the same colour as her dress—both enrages me and turns me the fuck on. Never once have I seen her not in some fancy type of lingerie, and while I love it, I also know I’d love the sight of her in cheap cotton panties just as much.

“Did you wear these for him?” I rasp, the question burning the entire way up.

“What would you do if I said yes?”

I swallow, pressing my nose to her inner thigh. My lips ghost over her warm skin as I dip a finger beneath the band of her panties, rubbing it back and forth.

“I’d do everything in my power to ensure the only man you ever want to wear these for is me.”

Her thigh shakes beneath my mouth, and my stomach soars. I move to kiss the opposite thigh, higher this time, lace scraping my cheek.

She moans, the sound so soft it’s hardly audible. I want more. Louder noises. But there’s not enough time to make her scream yet. Not until we’re in the air.

“Stop teasing, Garrison.”

I fight off the controlling side of me that screams that I’ll stop teasing when I so decide because this isn’t the moment for it. I’m enjoying turning my brain off and following pure instinct in this moment.

“Okay, honey,” I breathe against her skin before turning my head and placing my lips over damp lace.

Her taste explodes on my tongue, and I moan before swiping a hot streak up her centre, sucking the fabric into my mouth. Nails return to my scalp, digging and tugging at my hair.

“Yes,” she whimpers, her hips lurching forward.

I tuck a finger beneath the gusset of her panties and tug them aside before diving into her bare pussy. Reaching around her body with both hands, I grab two handfuls of her ass and pull her forward until my face is buried between her legs.

I’m tall enough that I can’t reach every inch of her, and that has me moving again. Squeezing at her ass, I encourage her to move with me as I lower myself to the floor, lying on my back beneath her.

“On my face, Poppy. Sit that pretty pussy right over my mouth,” I command, some of my edge slipping through.

She doesn’t care. I huff a relieved breath as she follows direction and sets both knees on either side of my head and hovers, tugging her panties to the side for me.

I grab her ass cheeks again and squeeze. Her pussy is slick above me, so pink and swollen my mouth waters. I’ve never let a woman sit on my face before, but it seems an injustice not to allow this woman to ride my tongue the proper way.

“Drop, Poppy. Fucking ride my face.”

She does, and I groan so loud it reverberates in my chest at the first taste of her. I breathe through my nose and drag my tongue through her lips, gathering her arousal and drinking it down like a starving man.

“Oh, my God. Garri—fuck!” she cries, her thighs shuddering and pressing hard against my cheeks.

I nod, twirling the tip of my tongue around her clit, finding it swollen and oh-so fucking sensitive. She shakes above me and grinds down, forcing more of her clit in my mouth as I suck on it.

Hands finding purchase on my skull, she curls her fingers in my hair and uses the leverage to grind again, setting her own pace. I take everything she’s giving me, the need for air a drifting thought. I’ve forgotten it, only one thing on my mind.

Pleasing what’s mine.

Making her scream.

“I’m going to crush you when I come,” she warns breathlessly.

“Please.”

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