Page 116 of Power Move
He raced to his office like a kid on Christmas hearing Santa arrived. I tried to break the system as best I could and told the team Davey needed something. They were began wrapping their current project up. Red team wasn’t finding instability, so I sent them home. That was the time my phone lit up.
“I did it. Why are you not here?” Davey asked.
“Give me a sec.”
I hung up, rose to my feet slowly—something that grew more challenging by the day—and walked to his office. He’d turned the window masking on. It worked like a charm. When I entered, I found him pacing. The look on his face was one of pure disbelief as I locked the door.
“We’re really doing this?”
“Yes. I said we were. I’m too frustrated and lonely. If you want me, you’ll have me.”
“Then get on the couch and take off your panties,” Davey demanded.
We didn’t waste time. I kicked my shoes off, tossed my tights, and sent my panties flying. I tried to ignore the fact that by this point, I was rocking unfortunate pregnancy undies. To mysurprise, he never minded. I reclined on the couch as he knelt before me, pulling my legs apart and diving between them.
I threw my head back, looking at the office ceiling. He wassogood at this and got better with time. We may not have always agreed, but we were doing our absolute best today. I gripped his hair with one hand and clasped another over my mouth. I needed to be quiet and that would be hard. His tongue brought me to the edge. And as his fingers dug into my thigh, I found myself fading deeper into oblivion. I loved how I could lose myself.
We shouldn’t do it, but we did. I moaned, trying to keep my noise level at a minimum, and bit my own fingers. The release required something to ground it. Legs twitching, I lay there, panting in recovery.
Satisfied, Davey’s head finally popped into view. “Happy?”
“So fucking happy,” I said as I rose once more to a sitting position. “Take your pants off.”
He obeyed, finally ending up on his couch with me straddling him. It was about the only position that would work on this furniture. I would have suggested him taking me from behind, but his stupid couch had no arms. It made everything a little awkward, but possible.
As I ground against him, I saw his nostrils flare.
“You’re fighting it, huh?” I asked, torturing him.
“This is… undeniably hot.”
“So, you don’t take girls here and fuck them all the time?”
“Absolutely not. You’re the first.”
I smiled and bit my lip. “Oh, so we’re christening the space.”
“Yes,” he groaned.
I didn’t think I’d cum again. He’d left me spent. And, anyway, it was sort of thrilling to try to get him off fast. Davey could usually run a marathon to the point ofmyexhaustion. Tonight, though, I wanted him to cum fast.
“Your tits are everything.”
“Yeah?” I asked.
“So good. I’ve been trying not to stare at them all day. God, they’re perfect.”
“Uh-huh.” I took the compliment.
Yesterday, I started leaking while waiting at the cafe downstairs for a cinnamon bun. A baby cried and my body responded in ways I couldn’t predict. However, right now, I didn’t feel like a vessel. He made me feel like a fucking sex goddess.
I kissed him, bringing him closer. I knew he didn’twantto cum so soon, but it would thrill him if I could get him there like this.
“You want me?” I whispered.
“So bad. So fucking bad.”
He was close. I gripped his neck gently by his collar bone, knowing it drove him mad. It was over. Davey grabbed my hips, pressing me into him. He grunted, then sat, breathless, staring at me like I’d made the universe.
