Page 86 of The Power Play

I pour all of that into my kiss, and with the movement of our bodies. I feel her start to tighten around me, but I know that she needs more to get to her release, and I need her to get there.

Bringing her hands up above her head, I hold them there with one of mine and bring my other hand down between our bodies to circle her clit as my thrusts increase.

“I need you to come for me, pretty girl.”

“Yes,I’m close,” she moans, pushing against my hand, but I don’t let up.

“Give it to me. Give it all to me,” I tell her, meaningeverything. Her orgasm, her body, her heart. I want it all.

“Charlie,please,” she arches up under me, trying to meet my thrusts with her own. “Right there.”

I keep up my pace with both my hips and hand as I feel how close she is. Tightening around me only a second before gasping and I know she’s there, crying out her release. It feels neverending and it sends me barreling toward my own, but I hold back. It takes everything in me, but I don’t want this to end.

She goes lax under me once it ends, and I have a goal to make her come one more time before I do. And because I know her body and exactly what she needs, I do just that.

I rise off her, instantly missing the feeling of all our skin pressed together. I kneel on the bed, lifting her legs straight up, banding my arm around her thighs as I pick up the pace and pound into her. Watching her tits bounce with each thrust has me fighting my orgasm. And when Audrey reaches up and starts to play with her nipples, I am so close to losing it.

“Fuck, Audrey, you’re killing me,” I groan.

She smirks up at me because she knows exactly what she’s doing. I press on her lower stomach and swipe my thumb over her clit, giving her all the stimulation I can while she continues to play with herself while I fuck her into the mattress.

“Ohfuck, I’m going to come again, shit, Charlie,” she cries.

“That’s right, pretty girl. One more.” My thrusts are punishing and she’s writhing underneath me.

It doesn’t take long before she’s screaming out another orgasm and I follow closely behind, dropping her legs as I fall onto her again, holding myself up on my forearms as my hips slap against her and I can’t hold back anymore. Groaning as my thrusts become uneven and I’m coming, not pulling out this time. I want to fill her, claim her and make my unspoken feelings clear to her.

Her eyes haze over, and she moans along with me, holding me tightly to her through my pleasure. Once it subsides, I don’tpull out of her yet, and she doesn’t make any move that indicates she wants me to. My head is buried in her neck as we both catch our breath.

Once I’m able to lift up again I look into her eyes, we both know what this is, both our guards are completely down, but we accept this in silence, falling into another all-consuming kiss. Falling deeper into each other in a way there’s no going back.

33

It’s the morning of Thanksgiving and after I, reluctantly, left the warm embrace of Charlie’s arms, I drove to my house to find something to wear to his family’s dinner later. Charlie tried to entice me to stay in bed and I was tempted, but I also realized I didn’t bring any “nice” clothes over because I figured I wouldn’t need them.

So, with a promise of doing whatever he wants later, he let me leave. The most surprising thing to me was that his behavior didn’t make me feel suffocated or anything I normally would. I liked it. I felt wanted and I didn’t want to part from him either, which is really the kicker.

Plus, there’s the whole sex situation last night after the game.

I’ve never had sex likethat.And if I’m really being honest with myself, it wasn’t just sex. That was making love. Because I’m falling in L word with him. And I think he might be too.

Or I’m already there. Fuck if I know how it feels, but I’mhappy. Borderline giddy when I had to fight Charlie’s hold onemore time before leaving because he lured me in with a kiss and then tried to keep it going.

I vow to get in and out of my house quickly and stepping inside again really has me thinking more about selling and moving into something else. Even though I bought this as an investment, I know I’ll take a massive loss due to the electrical issues, but at this point I kind of don’t care.

It’s a weird feeling being so detached to somewhere I’ve lived for so long and have mostly positive memories in. But nothing has me wanting to hang on either.

Upstairs, I survey my closet to find something nice and appropriate to wear, I pull out a couple dress options, laying them on my bed and debating. I don’t feel like trying different things on because it’s fucking freezing in here and I want to leave.

I settle on a maroon sweater dress, some black tights, and black ankle boots. As I’m bringing my selection downstairs there’s a knock at the door. I stop in my tracks because I’m definitely not expecting anyone here.

A chill runs down my spine and it doesn’t have anything to do with the temperature in here.

Another knock.

I approach the door slowly, trying not to make a noise they could possibly hear, and when I look through the peephole and see who it is, the eerie feeling I have makes complete sense.

“Audrey, I know you’re home,” her shrill voice rings out and I step back from the door, like the distance helps. “Honestly, child, just open the door.”

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