Page 54 of The Power Play

Instead, Audrey writhes beneath me, trying to adjust and get me to move right before her eyes shoot to mine. It has me wanting to keep going. The look she gives me is surprised, and maybe a little afraid.

“Charlie…are you…is this? Fuck, I–”

I pull out of her, “Shut up and lay on your stomach.”

I barely catch the look of confusion that passes over her face as I’m scrambling to my nightstand for the unopened box of condoms, ripping it open to get one sheathed over myself. I don’t think about what’s happening. I don’t let any fear try to break through. I want this. She wants this and fuck it felt so good to be wrapped in her pussy. I want more of it. I don’t want it to end.

Once I have the condom on, she’s done what I said and is on her stomach. I climb up onto the bed behind her, lifting her hips to align myself with her soaking entrance.

“You want this?” I ask, needing to hear her say it.

“Fuck yes,” she moans, the last words being drawn out as I push inside her once again. I won’t lie it felt better without the condom between us, but for my own peace of mind I know it’s best. I know Audrey isn’t Tabitha and that she wouldn’t ever use me like that. But the fact that I’ve gotten this far, I don’t want to risk anything ruining this moment with her.

My thrusts start out slow, enjoying the slick slide of my cock inside her, testing, teasing. She tries to push back against me, but I push her down with a hand between her shoulder blades to keep her in place while I keep the paceIwant.

I start to increase my pace and thrust into herhard. My headboard is hitting the wall with each thrust, and something about the sound has me wanting to fuck her even harder. She turns her face into a pillow beneath her and I hear the muffled sounds.

My fingers tangle in her dark hair, yanking her head to the side as I lean down against her back. “Do not hide your sounds from me. I’ve been wanting to fuck you for years and I’m going to hear every noise that comes out of this pretty fucking mouth. Got it?”

She nods furiously against my hand.

“Good,” I keep my fingers twisted in her soft locks, pushing her head down onto the pillow beneath her, but to the side so her sounds can’t be muffled even if she tried while I increase my pace, pounding into her.

And she does not hold back on letting me hear her. She’s crying out, cursing, asking for more, telling me yes. God, it only spurs me on more. I don’t have an opportunity to get into my head because my entire focus is on this woman and making sure she feels better than she ever has in her entire life.

My thrusts have grown relentless, the sound of my headboard banging against the wall is competing with Audrey’s sounds of pleasure. I hardly notice the loud cracking sound that occurs seconds before we drop several inches as the bed frame actually breaks.

I don’t stop. I couldn’t even if I wanted to.

“Oh shit, Charlie,” Audrey exclaims.

I pull back, gripping her hips and flip her over onto her back so I can look at her. The mattress is angled awkwardly as the top is lower than the middle.

As I push into her again, I press my forehead against hers, “I’ve wanted this for so long, the whole world could be crashing down around us, and I wouldn’t stop fucking you.”

With a wide smile she wraps her arms around the back of my neck, and locks her ankles behind my back, pulling me flat against her. I’m seated as deeply as I can possibly get and our lips are less than an inch apart. “Then don’t you dare stop,” she whispers before crashing our mouths together once again.

I continue fucking her while we kiss furiously, both so hungry for each other. For all of this and neither of us wanting it to ever end. But I start to feel the release I’ve been holding back start to become unstoppable. I need her to get there. I need to feel her explode around me.

Reaching between our bodies, I work my fingers over her clit, and she cries out against my mouth.

“I need you to come for me, pretty girl. Squeeze my cock so fucking tight like you never want me to leave your body.”

“Fuck, Charlie,” she moans, right before she does just that.

I feel her pussy clamp down around me with her orgasm as she screams and it only takes me a couple more thrusts before my own orgasm takes over, filling the condom with a loud groan of my own.

The room is quiet except for our breathing as we both come down. I slip from her and go to the bathroom to remove and throw away the condom. I’m reeling since that actually happened. I had sex. With Audrey.

We fucked.

I didn’t freak out.

I wait for the panic to set in, wondering if it is just going to be delayed, but it doesn’t come. I’m calm. I’m satiated. And I want to get back into bed, and just hold her.

I bring out a warm wet washcloth for her because I want her to know that I care. This wasn’t some meaningless fuck to me, and I want her to be taken care of.

When I walk back into the room though, she’s standing by my bed, staring at it. The overall frame isn’t broken, but clearly the slats underneath are because the mattress is tilted completely, and I chuckle.

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