Page 8 of Power Move

On my way.

Boom!

I settled into the hotel room, got half naked, hoping I wasn’t being presumptuous, and opened the condoms. It was on.

Eva

I knew I shouldn’t go to a rich man’s hotel room at 1 AM. So many things could go wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. Tonight, I was Eva the Independent Woman. I was cosmopolitan and living it up in the city after years of boring hermitage. Tomorrow, I’d take the train back to Indiana and go back to my “normal” where there would be no more rich men with a sub kink willing to spend money just to have a chance at fucking me.

Davey didn’t disappoint in the whole “spending money” way. He’d paid out averyhandsome tab I couldn’t afford in my unemployed breakup state—thank God. As I entered, I realized he dropped a couple grand on this huge hotel room. He stood from the bed where he sat and approached. The lighting here was better. For a moment, I wondered if I knew him. My thoughts faded as he kissed me. That was ridiculous. I barely knew anyone in the U.S. at this point—certainly not any rich men who grabbed hotel suites for hookups.

“Well, you reallyweredesperate,” I joked.

The way his tongue pressed into my mouth and how his stubble felt against my chin was somehow magical. Heyearnedfor me. His stolen glances and worship of my body thus far emboldened me. I hadn’t felt this good about my body in years.

“Take your boxers off,” I said. “I want to see what I’m dealing with.”

“Why should I if you’re still in that dress?” Davey demanded.

“Get naked or I won’t.”

I knew it would please him. Davey stripped, tossing his boxers aside. The man washung. He was by far the biggest guy I had ever even contemplated fucking. In fact, given my lack of recent experience with men, I worried it was aproblem. Once more, I tossed doubt aside. This was new and new was okay.

As promised, I undressed, luxuriating as he looked me over like I was an absolute snack. I wondered if he saw my stretchmarks or knew about the war I’d fought earlier this year with my own body. It seemed doubtful as I moved closer. I kissed him and pumped his swollen shaft with my hand. I rolled my fingers over the head, enjoying how the precum felt between my fingers. He couldn’t wait to have me.

“I want to sit on your face.” I denied him a chance to play with my tits, owning the moment for my own pleasure.

“Yes, ma’am,” Davey obliged with no hesitation.

He fell onto the bed, inviting me and not giving a flying fuck about the mess I’d made earlier. I never did this with a guy but was game to try. He gripped my hips as I lowered myself, then dug in like this was a mission. He sucked on my clittoohard.

“A littlelessaggressive,” I winced.

“Oh, sorry,” he murmured. “You taste so good I couldn’t help myself.”

Davey slowed, licking and sucking more gently.

“Oh, fuck! Good boy!” I moaned, slowly gyrating against his mouth.

That encouraged him. He gripped my ass, hands roving. This wasfunfor him, but I was the one about to cum again. I marveled at his desire to forgohisorgasm to please me. He may have been a rare bird, but right now, he wasmyrare bird. Davey wasn’t magic, but he presented new possibilities.

“Oh, fuck me,” I moaned louder. “God, that’s so good!”

I knew he’d want me to say his name. And, after this effort, he deserved a little bit of thanks for his good deeds.

“Yes, Davey! Oh, fuck!”

I came hard and he took it like a champ, waiting for my come down before slapping my ass.

I giggled and rolled sideways, still reeling from my climax.

“Good? Or selfish?” Davey asked.

“So good. You are… really trying.”

“Trying and succeeding.”

“Uh-huh,” I panted.