Page 102 of Power Play

Over my hand her eyes were so wide, I could see white all the way around the silver/gray. Her hands clutched my shoulders, bunching my shirt in her fists. I pressed her back so her head was against the wall. My other hand gripped her ass, holding her still on the dresser.

She made a sound under my hand against my skin. A mewl of something. Pleasure. Surprise. She wanted more, I could feel it in her pussy. The way her hips pulsed against mine. Like she was trying to fuck herself against me but I wasn’t giving her the angle.

I slid out slow and felt like I was being turned inside out and then I thrust in fast and hard. She grunted, her body shaking with the force of it. She spread her legs wider, searching for the right leverage. I knew she wanted me to put my thumb on her clit, apply the pressure she needed, but I didn’t do it.

A long slow retreat. Another hard, almost violent thrust. She lifted her head, trying to shake my hand loose, but I was in control. For the first time ever with her, it felt like.

More. Again.

The blush of her orgasm built up her neck and her eyes were narrowed suspiciously like she knew what I was doing.

“You want to come?” I whispered to her. “Do it yourself.”

Her hand fell off my shoulder and slipped down her body, she used two fingers against her clit and rubbed the way she’d shown me she liked. Tiny circles, faster and faster.

I fucked her faster and when she came, her body squeezing down and clenching, I erupted. My hand came away from her mouth and I clutched her to me like she was all there was between me and drowning. Words poured out of me. Nonsense. I was sorry and she was so good. So good.

She wrapped her arms around me and held on, until the storm passed and we were just two people who knew each other too well to pretend otherwise.

I lifted my head. “Are you okay?” I asked and she nodded. “I’m sorry… that was rough.”

“I think I needed it,” she said, not meeting my eyes.

It didn’t sit quite right with me. The whole night was off. I was off. I took care of my business, but when I got back to her bedroom I stopped, not knowing what to do. Usually, we’d lay in bed and talk some shit, have a laugh, maybe another round. But this night didn’t feel like any other night.

She stood in the middle of her big bedroom. Shrek giving me some massive side-eye. Her freckles stood out against her pale cheeks.

“I think…this is over,” she said, not looking at me. She was fascinated with the floor by her toes. “I mean, it was awesome, but I don’t think we should do it again.”

“Why?” I asked.

Finally, she looked at me and smiled a sad, rueful smile. “I don’t think either one of us is good at casual.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked. I was great at it. I made it an art form. I dated beautiful, smart, amazing women and I never broke anyone’s heart. Just ask them.

If that wasn’t being good at casual, what was?

“Fine, I’ll say it first. So it can scare the hell out of you. I’m falling in love with you,” she said, so honest I could barely breathe.

“I don’t…” that was all I could say. Words were beyond me, and it wasn’t bragging to say I’d been here before. Women had told me they loved me and I let them down so easily they didn’t even know it was happening.

But this woman, she’d pulled the rug right out from under my feet.

“Can I tell you another thing?” she asked.

I grunted. Not if it was like the last one. “I don’t want to talk about Tess.”

“It’s not about her. It’s about you. You grew up trying to make an extremely unhappy woman as happy as possible. I think the only way to do that was to never want anything. Or admit that you needed more from her.”

“Yeah, and what about you?” I accused her. “What’s your deal, because you have your issues too?”

“Of course I do. My whole life was a mirage. A lie, a con. The guilt I lived with was everything. So much, I didn’t know who I was. But now I do. Now, I’m a person who knows I want the truth. No matter what it is.”

“I would never lie to you,” I said.

“Except you are right now,” she said. She leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss my cheek. At the scent of her, my cock reacted. A lazy twitch like when a tired dog smells his owner coming in the door. “I think you should leave.”

“Just like that? We’re over?”

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