Page 31 of Chasing Fireflies

“Stop?” she questions, throwing more at me.

“Sara, quit. You’re getting bubbles all over the floor.”

She grabs the sprayer and turns toward me.

“Don’t you even think about it.”

“Did you have a bath today, baby?” she asks, trying to hold in her laugh.

“Sara,” I warn, slowly backing up.

She presses down, and water sprays my whole face. I blink my eyes open, and she squeals and drops the sprayer. She takes off running and heads toward the stairs. I run over and shut the water off before I chase her.

“You’re totally getting soaked,” I yell as I run up the steps. I hear the door shut, and I burst into our bedroom. She’s on the other side of the bed, and I wipe a hand down my face, removing the water and rubbing droplets away from my hair.

“Cash, I was just playing now. Don’t do anything crazy.” She grins as I walk closer to her.

“You have nowhere to go, baby. Might as well give in now.”

“Now, you know better than that.”

She’s all smiles and hands on her hips. She bites her lip and looks from me to the bed. I walk even closer, and she screams before she jumps onto the mattresses. I grab her leg, though, and drag her back to me. She wiggles with everything she has, but I’m stronger. I lift her over my shoulder and take her to the bathroom. She playfully slaps my back as I lean down and turn the water on. The showerhead comes on, and I step inside with her.

“Cash, that’s freezing!” she screams. I slide her down my body, looking at her hard nipples through her white cotton shirt.

“No bra?” I ask.

“Well, it’s just you and I.” She looks up at me with those kiss-me eyes, and I look down at her lips before looking back at her blues. “You got me all wet.”

“I’m about to get you wetter,” I say as I slam my lips to hers. She falls back, but I catch her. Our tongues glide against each other’s, and I slide her skirt down from her hips. I unbutton my soaked jeans and step out of them. She laughs when I almost fall and grabs for my arm. I kick them away and lift her, pressing her back against the tile wall. She moans when I fill her, and her head falls back. I kiss her neck and take her earlobe into my mouth, moving fast and loving the way she sounds when I do it harder. She wraps her arms around my neck, and I pound into her over and over.

“Cash, oh God.” I sink us to the floor with her on top and I let her take over.

“Do you love me, Sara?” I ask.

“Yes,” she breathes heavy as I lift up, rocking into her.

“Then show me,” I say, throwing her words back at her from our first time. She smiles, and her hands go to her breasts as she moves, and I think I’m the luckiest son of a bitch that ever lived.

*

She lies on baby blue cotton sheets as I softly run my fingers over her skin. The curtains sway from the wind coming off the field, and I hear thunder.

“I hope this rain doesn’t flood my new garden.”

“I hope it doesn’t either. I’ve already got blisters.” I lift up my hand and show her. She looks over at me.

“My poor baby,” she says playfully, and I roll my eyes and take my hand back.

“No, let me kiss them better,” she insists.

“Nope, you lost your chance.”

“Cash,” she pouts, and the thunder roars again. She reaches for my hand, and I let her have it. Her lips touch my skin, and I smile over at her. The lights blink, and Sara moves closer. “Where are the candles?” she asks.

“On the dresser. But we don’t need them.”

“Why? The lights may go out.”

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