Page 64 of Power Play

“Keep going, pretty baby,” he says. “Use me. Ride my face until you come all over it.”

“Oh, God,” I mumble, but then I saddle up and start to ride again. His hands rub all over my thighs, down toward my ass, pulling my cheeks apart as he licks and sucks and moans. And then I feel it, that heat low in my belly, rising and rising up through my body. I cry out as one hand smacks the wall, the other digging into his chest. Once it ripples through me, I slide off him, landing on the pillow beside him.

He smiles over at me, running a hand through my hair. I can see my juices glistening on his beard, and I cover my face.

“Oh, my God,” I whisper. He gives me a look and runs his hand over his beard.

“I’ve been wanting to wear you,” he says, that smirk making me wet all over again. He pushes up onto his forearms, dragging me underneath him. He leans down and kisses me, and I can taste myself on his lips.

“Can I have you, Lola Calway?” he whispers, as if he didn’t just have me all over his face. But the room grows a little more serious when I realize what he’s asking. He’s not asking for my body, or my mouth, or even just for sex. He’s asking me forme. For all of it.

I nod slowly, spreading my legs apart so he can crawl in. He reaches over my head, grabs a condom from the nightstand, and rolls it on.

“Make me yours, Levi,” I whisper, running my fingers down his legs, waiting for him. He smiles down at me one more time, kissing me softly again before he straightens up, pushing himself inside me.

“Glady,” he says as I adjust to his size and wait for him to get me to the brink again.

And he does. He pounds into me, over and over, and I watch as beads of sweat form on his brow. Just as I feel that heat in my belly rising again, he reaches up and grabs my hand. “Let me see you,” he says. “I want to watch you get yourself there. Let me see it.”

I swallow, my eyes wide. This is all such a new world to me, but he makes me adventurous. I couldn’t give him all my firsts, but I want to give him whatever ones are left over.

I slide my hand down between my thighs, rubbing my clit in a circular motion as he pounds into me. I look up at him.

“Like this?” I ask, eager for his approval. He nods, reaching a hand out and smacking my ass gently.

“Yes, pretty baby. That’s a very good girl,” he says. “You’re doing so good for Daddy. Can you come for me? Can you come all over me again?”

It’s like the words he says have a direct connection to my brain. And my vagina.

I get to the edge, and then I’m overboard. My legs go rigid, then flop out to the sides. I’m panting and heaving, my head spinning in circles. Then I feel him tighten up again, and he moans my name as he collapses on top of me.

“Jesus, woman,” he whispers through his own panting, “it’s like your body was made for mine.”

We shower off, order room service, and get back in bed. As we’re lying there a little bit later, with empty plates and full stomachs, his arms tighten around me. I’m lying against his chest, and I feel his heart start to beat a little faster.

“Lo?” he whispers. I turn my head to him.

“Hmm?”

“I’m scared,” he whispers. I push myself up and look at him.

“To play?” I ask. I knowI’mscared. But he shakes his head.

“No. I’m scared of what comes after,” he says. He lifts his eyes to me, and that usual spark, that little devilish look, is missing. I take his hand in mine and stroke his cheek with my thumb.

“Levi, you’re allowed to be scared,” I tell him. I know I’m eleven years his junior, but I know a thing or two about not knowing what comes next. About not knowing how you’re going to get through or get by. Or even knowing which direction to get started with. “You don’t have to have all the answers right now. You’ll figure it out. Day by day. And you know what else?”

He looks back at me.

“Hmm?” he asks.

“You don’t have to do any of it alone. I know youcan…” I say, mimicking the same speech he gave me, “but you don’thaveto.”

He smiles, and I see a little bit of that spark reignite.

I lean forward and kiss him, then I rest my forehead against his.

“I know this isn’t an easy decision,” I tell him, “but I just want you to know that I’m so proud of you.”

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