Chapter 91 Chapter 91: Rekindled Flames
Chapter 91 Chapter 91: Rekindled Flames
GARRISON’S POV
The resort suite wrapped around us like a private sanctuary, its wide balcony doors open to the gentle crash of ocean waves below. Soft afternoon light filtered through sheer curtains, casting warm patterns across the king-sized bed. We had arrived earlier that day seeking distance from the city and from Violet’s poison. Now, with the door locked and the world shut out, nothing existed except Martha and me.
She stood close, her eyes still a little red from earlier tears but shining with new purpose. “I want to make this right,” she whispered. “Not just with words.”
I cupped her face, my thumb tracing her cheekbone. “We are already moving forward, Martha. Together.”
Her fingers trembled as she reached for me. She pushed my shirt up and over my head, her palms sliding across my chest. The heat of her touch sent electricity racing over my skin. I stayed still, letting her lead, though every muscle in my body strained with need. When she rose onto her toes and kissed me, the world narrowed to the taste of her lips, the soft sigh that escaped her, and the way her body pressed flush against mine.
I groaned into her mouth as the kiss deepened. Our tongues met, slow and hungry. She guided me backward until my legs met the edge of the mattress. I sat down heavily, and she climbed onto my lap, her skirt bunching high on her thighs. The warmth between her legs settled right over my growing hardness. She rocked against me, deliberate and teasing, and I gripped her hips, fingers digging into soft flesh as pleasure sparked up my spine.
“Martha,” I breathed against her lips.
She pulled back, eyes locked on mine, and peeled her blouse away. The lace bra followed. Her breasts spilled free, full and flushed, nipples already tight. I leaned in and captured one with my mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, swirling my tongue until she gasped and arched, pressing more of herself against me. Her fingers tightened in my hair, holding me there as soft whimpers fell from her throat. I moved to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, feeling her shiver and grind harder on my lap.
I could feel how wet she was through her panties. The slick heat soaked through my pants and made my cock throb painfully. She stood long enough to strip the rest of her clothes away, revealing every curve I loved. Naked, beautiful, and mine. I shoved my pants down, and my erection sprang free, heavy and aching. Martha wrapped her hand around me, stroking from base to tip with slow, firm pulls that made my hips jerk.
She climbed over me again, positioning herself so my cock nestled between her slick folds. She slid along my length, coating me with her arousal. Every pass rubbed her clit and dragged a moan from her lips. The sight of her, head tipped back, lips parted, nearly undid me.
“I need you inside me,” she whispered, voice husky with desire.
I held her hips as she guided the head of my cock to her entrance and sank down. Inch by inch, tight, wet heat enveloped me. We both moaned loudly as I stretched her open until she sat fully seated, her walls fluttering around my shaft. The sensation was overwhelming: silky, pulsing, perfect. For a moment we stayed still, foreheads pressed together, breathing each other in.
Then she began to move.
She rolled her hips in deep, sensual circles, rising and falling with building rhythm. I thrust up to meet her, our bodies meeting with wet, rhythmic slaps. Sweat bloomed on our skin. Her breasts bounced with every descent, brushing my chest. I captured her mouth again, kissing her desperately while she rode me harder. The tight drag of her inner walls around my cock sent sparks of raw pleasure through every nerve.
I slipped one hand between us and found her clit, rubbing tight circles with my thumb. Her thighs started to shake. Her breaths turned into sharp, needy gasps.
“Yes, right there,” she cried, voice breaking.
Her movements grew frantic. She braced her hands on my chest and slammed down onto me again and again. I felt her clench hard, her whole body tightening as the orgasm tore through her. She came with a loud moan of my name, pulsing rhythmically around my cock, her wetness coating me. The sight and feel of her coming undone pushed me right to the edge, but I held back, savoring every tremor.
Before she could fully calm down, I flipped us. She landed on her back with a surprised gasp. I hooked her legs over my arms and drove back inside her in one smooth, deep thrust. The new angle made her eyes flutter. I set a powerful pace, stroking long and hard, feeling her breasts bounce against me with every impact. She wrapped her legs around my waist, heels digging into my back, urging me deeper.
“Harder,” she begged, nails raking down my shoulders.
I gave her what she wanted. I pounded into her, skin slapping skin, the wet sounds of our joining mixing with her moans and my rough groans. Pleasure coiled tight at the base of my spine. I lowered my head, sucking on her neck, then her breasts, tasting the salt on her skin. She reached between us again, rubbing her clit furiously.
“I am going to cum again,” she panted, voice desperate.
“Cum with me,” I growled.
I thrust faster, deeper, chasing the edge. Her second orgasm hit like a wave, stronger than the first. She clenched around me so tightly I saw stars, crying out as her body shook beneath me. The intense squeeze pulled my own release from me. I buried myself to the hilt and came hard, pulsing deep inside her with thick, hot spurts. My hips jerked involuntarily as pleasure ripped through me, leaving me breathless and trembling.
We stayed locked together, chests heaving, bodies slick with sweat. I collapsed beside her and pulled her into my arms, holding her close. Her leg draped over mine. I pressed my hand gently over her stomach, where our baby grew, and felt a fierce wave of protectiveness wash over me.
“I love you,” she whispered against my chest, voice soft and sated. “I am sorry again for yesterday.”
I tilted her chin up and kissed her slowly, tenderly. “I love you more. We are past it now. No more running. No more doubts.”
The ocean breeze drifted through the open doors, cooling our heated skin. Martha traced lazy circles on my chest while I stroked her hair. Peace settled deep in my bones for the first time since the nightmare began.