Page 9 of Power Move
Davey rolled to face me.
“I want to watch you cum,” Davey said. “I want to see your face light up and go wild again. Let me serve you.”
Oh, fuck!He saidallthe right things. The man was good at this.
I didn’t respond but let him kiss down my neck to my breasts. He licked my nipple torturously, again sending a shock through my body. I grabbed his cock suddenly interested in penetration and the satisfied feeling of pulsing around him. For the first time in ages, I’d have more than my trusty glass dildo, which now had stiff competition—pun intended.
“Want me on top?” I asked.
“Yes, ma’am,” Davey agreed. “Whatever your heart desires.”
He flipped on his back, reaching for a condom on the nightstand.
I watched him very slowly roll the thing on, then climbed atop him. I took in his girth and length. As I ground against him slowly, he filled me wonderfully.
“Good?” Davey asked.
“Amazing,” I confirmed.
“Take all you want,” Davey said. “You’re in charge.”
Did he sense the slight worry I had? Penetrative sex was vulnerable in a way oral or foreplay wasn’t. Hands weren’t cocks and toys were less threatening. Anytime I did this, I braced for impact; but my trust in Davey grew every time he checked in.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
“You’re dripping,” Davey moaned. “Fuck. Your pussy’s perfect.”
“Yeah?” I dug my nails into his chest as I found myself already headed for another orgasm.
“You’re flushed. Are you about to cum again, Eva?”
“Yes,” I gasped.
“You are so fucking good,” Davey said. “You wanna cum for me, baby? Are you a good girl?”
We’d switched roles, but I didn’t hate it.
“You think you can play daddy now?” I joked.
“I can play whatever you want.”
“Then make me cum, daddy.”
Part of it was cringe, part of it was so bad I loved it. As I got close, he bobbed me up and down on his cock, leaning into this power I surrendered in the moment. I threw my head back, screaming his name, and shuddering. I half expected him to cum, but he kept rolling his hips into me, suggesting he was still good for more.
He spanked me. “Good girl.”
I grabbed his hand, playfully pinning it back. “You don’t get to spank me.”
His face showed worry.
“It’s a game,” I said. “You can spank me until I tell you it hurts. I like it.”
“Oh, yes please,” Davey played with my nipples. “I fucking love your tits. They’re just beyond… but… I also like your ass. Can I take you from behind?”
“Like fuck my pussy, right?”
“Of course, yeah. Just your pussy. That’s all,” Davey promised, confused.
