Page 93 of The Power Play

“Wha–” I start, but before I can finish his mouth is on my pussy and I cry out because I’m already so sensitive. When he sucks my clit into his mouth roughly, I swear I almost black out, the mix of pleasure and pain from the overstimulation, but I don’t want him to stop.

“That was so fucking hot,” he says against me before running his tongue along my entire slit and I already feel another orgasm coming.

“Yeah, you came so fucking,“ I pause with a gasp, breathing out the last word, “hard.”

“I did, and now I need to feel you come on my tongue.” He flicks said tongue along my clit, then down to my entrance, spearing me before moving back up and sucking my clit once again.

“Well keep doing that and I will,” I moan, yanking the hair on the top of his head to keep him exactly where I want him to be.

“Let go, Audrey. Let go,” I feel like he’s talking about more than my orgasm, but at this moment that’s what happens, and I explode on his mouth, screaming while he continues to work me with his tongue.

As I come down, he crawls up my body, hovering over me. I notice he’s hard again and I’m impressed, giving him a look to portray that. “That’s a fast recovery time, Mann,” I tease.

“I think it’s a side effect of being borderline addicted to you,” he rubs said hard cock along the inside of my thigh.

“Guess we should take care of that then, shouldn’t we?”

“You’re the boss,” he winks before pressing against me, nudging my entrance, but pausing and meeting my eyes, the seriousness there makes my heart start to pound. “I meant what I said, I’m yours. My body, my heart, it’s all yours.”

I hate the fact that I feel the sting of tears threatening to appear and I will them away, grabbing the back of his head and pulling his mouth onto mine in a furious kiss while he presses inside me. I don’t dare separate our mouths while he pumps into me, rubbing his pelvis with each slide of his perfect cock.

We moan together while our tongues slide against each other’s as he fucks me. What starts slow and savoring turns desperate quickly as we both feel the need, the fire within us that needs to be put out. The heaviness of tonight lingering. The confessions are still in both our minds and we work to forget it all in this moment while we connect in every way possible.

I’m feeling yet another orgasm approaching. I wrap my legs around his back, locking my ankles and pulling him harder, wanting everything he will give me because he’s mine. And I want him to take everything I’m giving him because even though I haven’t been able to say it out loud, I’m his.

When we both explode one more time, the pleasure takes everything else with it. The pain of the past, the fear of the future, and all the words both spoken and unspoken between us. As we collapse, wrapping around each other covered in sweat and cum we don’t move. Both too exhausted and knowing this moment is so much more than just the physical intimacy we shared.

We lay together in silence, our breathing eventually evens out, and I feel the exhaustion pulling me under. The last thing I remember hearing is Charlie’s soft whisper, “I love you.”

36

Iwake up with my arms still wrapped tightly around Audrey, it’s like in my sleep I wanted to make sure she wouldn’t try to run away. After the things she was saying last night, I wouldn’t have been surprised to wake up to an empty bed.

Her back is plastered against my chest while I have an arm wrapped around her middle and her ass is lined up perfectly with my cock, something it has taken notice of and is trying to get closer to her.

I lean down to press my lips against her hair, and she stirs slightly so I continue to kiss her. Moving to her temple, down her face, and by the time I get to her neck she’s moving her hips, grinding against me.

“Morning, pretty girl.”

“Mm morning,” she turns over to face me. Her eyes are less guarded, but still full of the emotion I know she is afraid to voice.

I swipe my fingers through the piece of hair that’s fallen in front of her eye, pushing it away. “Are you feeling better?”

“Mhm,” she looks down and brings a hand up to my chest, running her fingers along the muscles there.

I let her trace my skin without saying anything and not looking at me. As she gets closer to my groin, I grab her hand to stop her. Even though my dick disagrees with it, I don’t want us to fall into sex right now. Not this time. I hook a finger under her chin, so she looks up at me.

“Talk to me,” I plead softly, wanting more than hums and one-word answers from her.

She flattens her hand on my chest just to keep the connection. “How do you feel about last night?”

She’s deflecting, but I let her for now because I know I threw the truth about how I feel at her last night, and she may not be ready to talk about it yet. But we are going to because I need her to know that I meant it.

“I feel okay about it. Would I want to do that with you every night? Probably not. Did it feel good? Yeah. And I liked you being able to do what you needed to do. I liked being able togive youwhat you needed.”

She nods, then looks down again. “I liked that you gave me what I needed too.”

“Now I would like it if you give me what I need,” I request, guiding her to look up at me once again.

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