Page 69 of Power Games

It might have been delirium following her most electrifying performance to date, the fact that she hadn't seen him in month, the stupidly cute nickname, or something else altogether, but she couldn't help it; she was on her feet, running into his arms, wrapping hers around his shoulders and going to her tiptoes to take his mouth.

She didn't kiss as much as claim him, marking herself deep inside him, almost desperately climbing into his skin.

Charles stepped inside and kicked the door closed, before pushing her back on the closest wall and pressing into her with his hard body. She could feel him growing against her stomach, his erection digging into her. She lifted her leg and bent her knee; Charles held her up to let her wrap her legs around his waist, his head dipping to her neck, kissing alongside it. She moaned, arching her back into him, grinding against his hardness.

"Fuck," Charles swore, a raw growl that summed up the situation quite nicely. They were both lost in this, in each other, unable to stop what they shouldn't have started. Her hips moved faster against him, and she panted, her nails digging into his back. The hand that wasn't supporting her caressed her breast through the tight sequined fabric of her costume, then moved to her back, and hooked on her hips. He moved them so she grinded at a slower pace, while his mouth went back up to hers. She opened her lips and his tongue met hers. He dipped his head lower to deepen their kiss, fucking her mouth and swallowing her moan. Her insides were on fire, from the tips of her nipples to her very core. She stood on the edge of a precipice, and Charles knew it. He moved away from the wall, carrying her on his hips, and sat on her makeup chair, keeping her aligned with his hard, thick cock through their clothes. His hips kept moving, providing the friction she so desperately needed. He'd freed up his hands to open up her zipper and cup her breasts, caressing her sensitive nipples, then twisting them as he sucked on her ear.

"That's it. I need you to come for me, Sunshine."

The sound of his voice was just too much; she exploded with a cry.

Vanessa was left breathless, confused and more than a little ashamed, blushing furiously as she slowly regained consciousness.

Charles laughed, pulling her against his chest. She dropped her head to it and listened to his heart.

"Missed me?"

She chuckled nervously.

"Remind me to surprise you more often."

"Sorry, I...."

"Don't you dare apologize. Not for this. Not for wanting me."

So, she didn't. Eventually, they moved.

"I'd better clean up. There's a shower..." She got a good look at him and laughed. "Oh, dear. You'd better clean up too."

He hadsequin everywhere on his suit.

Charles wasn't laughing though.

"Let's go, then."

She titled her head.

"To use the shower."

Oh.

"Charles, I don't..."

"You've waited twenty-seven years to fuck a husband. I know better than to attempt getting in the way of that. But I would very much enjoy playing. Wouldn't you?"

She licked her lips. If playing was anything like what they'd just done, it didn't sound like a bad idea at all.

“Sure. Why not? This way."

28

Negotiations

Charles watched Vanessa fumble to peel her tight stage costume off her limbs for a while. She was naturally graceful and contained in most situations, so he loved the refreshing awkwardness. Eventually, he stepped in, helping her remove the fabric fold by fold, like they had all the time in the world.

He got to his knees and pulled it down past her hips, along her thighs. Charles pressed his lips to her hipbones, then alongside them, before lifting his eyes to her.

"Silk," he noted. "I took you for a lace girl."

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