Page 85 of The Power Play

After I park,we make our way up to my condo. In the elevator we don’t even last before the doors close, our mouths collide. I want to lose myself in her, forget the loss tonight. Forget everything in the outside world. Tonight, I want it to be all about just us. Nothing else matters. For tonight I want to imagine that she’s totally and completely mine. That there aren’t the rules she put in place about feelings or anything more between us. None of that exists tonight, not to me.

We stumble into the front door without our mouths separating. Audrey’s hands are all over me, trying to rip at my clothes to get them off, she only managed to push off my jacket. I only took a single hand off her to open the door while my other remains tightly wrapped around her back.

Once I’ve kicked the door shut, I press her against it. I slide my leg between hers, and she instantly rubs herself against my thigh, letting out the perfect little moan into my mouth. Breaking our kiss I run my lips across her jaw, down the side of her neck, biting and sucking as I go. All the while she continues to grind herself against me.

I feel her impatience starting to grow and when she pulls at the hair on the back of my head, yanking me up to her mouth, I know she’s had it with the teasing.

“I need you to fuck me,” she demands.

And I’ll give her whatever the fuck she needs.

With that, I pick her up, wrapping her legs around my waist and carry her into the room we’ve been sharing, while our mouths are fused once again. My new bed should’ve been delivered today, but I don’t want her to find an excuse not to stay in bed with me. During the short walk, she’s pulling at my tie and the buttons on my shirt she can reach.

As soon as I set her down next to the bed, she looks up at me, “I want you naked, now.”

“Same goes for you,” I challenge as I easily undo the few remaining buttons on my shirt.

I don’t expect her to listen and that she may try to regain her full control over me, but she listens and slowly starts to removeher own clothes. Whipping off her sweater, then bra, she reveals herself and my movements fumble at the distraction of her bare tits.

She can see my hesitation while my hands are frozen at my belt. “Keep going, big guy, you’ll get to touch.”

“You’re playing with fire tonight, pretty girl,” I pin her with my gaze, but continue to push off my slacks and boxers at once. My cock, hard and already begging for her.

“Good, I like when you’re a little unhinged,” she teases, continuing to rid herself of the rest of her clothes as well.

“That so?” I quirk an eyebrow.

Her smile is her only response and I stalk toward her, invading her space but she doesn’t back away, just looks up at me, our naked chests so close to touching I can feel the heat between us, my erection grazes her stomach, and she bites back the little gasp, but I hear it.

Without warning, I lift her up, tossing her onto the bed and crawling on top of her. Instantly, she wraps her legs around my hips and is pulling me down as I take her mouth in a heated kiss. She’s trying to rush this, but I don’t want to. She wants me unhinged, but I’m unhinged in a different way, one that she isn’t even aware of in this moment because of the feelings I have that are just threatening to break through.

Sliding my hand between our bodies, I sweep my fingers through her wetness.

“Trust me, I’m more than ready, please Charlie,” she mewls, bucking her hips.

“I just want to make you feel good. Ialwayswant to make you feel good,” I make my insinuation clear. I’m sure she catches onto it, but just brings our mouths back together.

I always want to make you feel good because I’m not letting you go.

Removing my hand from between our bodies, I take each of her hands in mine, intertwining our fingers and slide them up by her head, hovering there while teasing her entrance with my tip. Hands grasped tightly together when I push inside, our eyes remain locked as we share moans at the feeling of being connected.

This time feels different. It feels stronger, deeper. I know she feels it too. Which is why when she breaks the connection by closing her eyes, I pull back, almost leaving her body completely.

“Audrey,” I plead, “look at me.”

I sense her hesitation before her eyelids flutter open and she’s looking up at me, unable to hide anymore. And I see it. I see my feelings reflected back on her eyes. Even though she can’t say it and won’t admit anything. I can see it right now.

With that, I push forward once again, savoring every inch that is surrounded by her warmth. When I’m fully seated, and we are connected as close as any two people can be, not just physically.

And we both know it.

“Charlie,” she whispers softly. It’s a statement and a question. She doesn’t have the words for what is happening between us right now, and that’s okay.

“I know,” I whisper back because I don’t have the words either.

I bring my mouth back down to hers in a soft kiss as our bodies move together. This isn’t fucking and racing toward the finish line. This isn’t about who is in control. This isn’t about anything else other than the two of us connecting. Completely and wholly.

I’ve never felt like this before. Not with anyone else and I know for a fact I would never feel like this with anyone ever again. Audrey has ruined me. And maybe she ruined me four years ago when we met as different people through a computer screen, but it’s solidified now that she’s it for me.

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