Page 70 of Power Games

"I'm not set on one particular style," she replied, somewhat shakily.

"Good. I'd like to see you in lace.”

Charles returned to his work, purposely not touching her any more than he had to. Her clothes gathered at her ankles, and he lifted one foot to remove them entirely, then the other. He got to his feet and devoured every part of her with his eyes. Perfection. She was perfection, dips and curves, softness and firm natural tits.

"Should I help you out of your suit?" she suggested.

"Please."

He saw how much he'd tortured her then, because she took her time, just like he had, pulling his jacket off, and hanging it on the back of the door, then his shirt. When she worked his trousers down his legs, her face was so very close to his boxers. Vanessa's tongue peeked out of her mouth and she licked alongside his cock, from the base to the tip. His balls tightened.

Finally, she got to her feet, when he was in nothing but his boxers. She removed her underwear, and he took care of his. His cock pointed right to her, hard and twitching. She looked at it like she wanted a taste.

The shower had been running for over ten minutes now. Charles stepped into the stall and extended his hand, inviting her to join in. She did, eyes on the ground as though she didn't know where to look.

He prevented himself from asking her if she'd seen a cock before. If the answer was yes, he didn't need to know. If it was no, he wasn't sure he could take it.

"I recall you saying that you don't use your mouth."

Not yet. She'd said she'd save that for her husband, too.

Vanessa bit her lip. "I don't."

"Shame. I do love to make use of mine, but I'm a great believer in quid pro quo."

On that note, he cupped her face and resumed their kiss, exploring her mouth, getting to know her tongue and the curve of her lips. His hands couldn't get enough of her soft curves. He relished in her every sound. Vanessa was squeezing his ass, pulling him closer to her, and running her hands along his back. When he dipped a finger inside the folds at the apex of her legs, she gasped and hooked her arms around his shoulders again. His thumb circled her clit in a slow movement while his finger curved inside her, searching for her most sensitive spots. He knew when he found them.

"Ahhhh, Charles!"

"You may want to keep your voice down, Sunshine," he told her with a chuckle, adding a second finger to the first, stretching her impossibly tight, hot, and wet entrance.

Lowering her voice was apparently not possible. She pleaded and begged, the walls of her pussy tightening around his hand.

Charles savored every sound, every movement. He was entirely taken aback when her hand wrapped around his cock. Her thumb ran along the tip, finding it wet. He thrust inside her grip.

"That's it. Hold it tighter."

She did as she was told and moved her hand up and down to match his thrusts. Charles breathed hard alongside her. She only let go when her body couldn't take it anymore; her hips curved to make him reach deeper inside her, she panted and frantically begged him. So close. So fucking beautiful.

Charles removed his hand from her pussy. Her eyes flew open in outrage, until she saw him step in, angle his dick to her sex. She gasped, but failed to protest. He could have taken her then. She would have welcomed it. Instead, he placed the throbbing cock between her legs, parting the folds of her glistening cunt.

"Close your thighs,"he told her, hoarse and demanding.

She squeezed them around his cock, and he thrust in and out of the gap, groaning as he fucked her legs. She was holding on to him like she might fall if she let go, breathing hard, her pussy pulsing at the friction.

Charles dipped his head to her nipples and sucked one into his mouth, playing with it with the tip of his tongue, all the while teasing the other one. His hips never stopped moving. Vanessa was the first to shatter, trembling and groaning low. She kept her legs closed. He felt her cum all over his impossibly hard dick, and fucked her thighs harder, faster, his thumb pressing on her clit at every thrust. With one final hard push, he was spent, covering the wall of the shower behind her.

He didn't know who started to laugh first, but the first coherent word came from her. "Negotiable."

"Sorry?"

His brain wasn't functioning at maximum capacity right now.

"Premarital mouth action? Let's call it negotiable."

Later that night, he negotiated until she was spread out on her four poster bed, his head buried between her legs.

Charles knew neither of them had been careful to pose and keep their hands to themselves that evening. Not when he'd walked out of the Troubadour with her to get into Matt's car, nor when they'd walked out and headed up to her apartment.

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