Page 87 of Power Move
I doubled down, taking my panties off and holding them upfor effect. “Do what I say or fear my wrath for the rest of the evening. I’m much more pleasant when satisfied.”
“Oh fuck,” Davey tossed his pants and boxers. “I love it when you get demanding.”
“I know.”
Davey pressed me against the wall with his naked body. I felt his cock against my stomach and initially pulled back. Was this weird? Davey pulled me back in. He ran his hand up my dress, finding my wet clit.
“Oh, God,” I moaned.
“Yeah, you like that?”
I nodded.
“Where do you want me to fuck you?”
I thought for a minute. “In the dining room—on the table.”
“Bad girl,” Davey growled. “But, I’ll bite.”
Panties in hand, we raced to the dining room where he had to help me on the table. He pulled me by the legs to the edge and slipped his hard cock inside. I gasped, throwing my head back as he pumped into me. Davey leaned me back, pressing my body down with an almost gentle hunger. I moaned louder, my nails digging into the table. Davey played with my clit, throwing me over the edge. Waves of pleasure rolled over me as I arched my back, staring just past him at the skyline. Now,thiswas a fantasy.
Davey moved my legs up to his shoulders, pumping harder until he came, falling forward to kiss me. My legs were pinned in a way that should have been impossible, but I felt sufficiently lithe in the moment. Slowly, he dropped my legs to the side, sliding out of my wet center.
“That was… fucking good,” Davey said. “Fuck.”
I snickered. “Yeah?”
“We definitely have to run, though, Eva.”
I followed him to the closet where I reassembled myself as best I could. As Davey dressed, I tried to sort my hair in the bathroom mirror.
“Eva, can you grab the gift from my office downstairs?” Davey called. “I’m almost ready. I’ll meet you down there.”
“Sure,” I agreed.
I wound back down, picking up a gift bag from Tiffany. Whatever was in it was heavy. The tag on the bag read, “To: Mum, From: Davey, Eva, and The Twins.” Somehow, that warmed my heart most of all. I wondered if he did it on purpose. But, as he arrived in the foyer, looking hot as ever, I realized he wasn’t looking for props, just help getting out the door.
“Great. Thanks,” Davey said as we climbed on the elevator.
He pressed the button for the basement. I assumed that’s where the car met us.
“What’s the gift?” I asked.
“Mum loves silver picture frames,” Davey said. “Dad always got them for her. I figured I’d continue the tradition.”
“That’s really sweet,” I said.
“I’m a Mummy’s boy. You can fucking say it.” Davey laughed.
“A Mummy’s boy who likes trains,” I snickered.
“Don’t start. They are a wonderful, green form of transport?—”
“I’m not judging apart from the fact that your crown jewel is a sustainable building firm we bought out and now you are worried about trains? Davey, honestly, it is incongruous.”
He pulled me closer by the hips. “I like classic cars and trains. Electrics don’t have to be toasters. And, anyhow, yours isn’t. You taught me something. I can be that and sappy about family. That won’t change.”
His gaze lingered on me in a sweet way. Yes, he was still thinking about fucking me on his table. He also dropped back into that precious vulnerable state I adored.
