Pole Position: Between Logic and Passion

I crawled over to him slowly, my body brushing his in a teasing way, and pressed a kiss to his lips — deep, slow, deliberate.
When I pulled back, he was already breathing heavier, his hands gripping my hips like he didn’t want to let me go.

I smiled against his mouth. "There’s an item on the list we can do now," I whispered.

His eyes lit up instantly, playful and hungry. "You have my full attention," he said, voice rough.

I let my fingers trail down his chest, slow and teasing, feeling him shiver under my touch. I leaned in close, brushing my lips against his ear, and whispered, "Item number seven... deep throat."

I felt him freeze beneath me for a second. His hands tightened on my hips — not rough, but firm, almost like he was trying to hold himself back.

He pulled away just enough to look at me, his eyes searching mine carefully.
"Amy..." he started, his voice lower now, a hint of hesitation there. "Are you sure?"

I smiled and brushed my thumb over his bottom lip. "I'm sure" I said softly.

He swallowed hard, his throat working, and for a second, he closed his eyes like he was trying to get a grip on himself.

"I don’t want to hurt you," he muttered, voice rough. "I don't want to push too much."

"You won’t," I reassured him, kissing his jawline. "I’ll tell you if anything’s too much, okay? Trust me."

He opened his eyes again, and I could see the war in them — the pure, desperate want battling with the instinct to be careful with me.
It made my heart clench in the best way.

"I’ll be gentle," he promised, almost to himself, almost like he needed to say it out loud to believe he could.

I leaned over him, capturing his lips in a kiss that was nothing like the teasing ones before — this one was fierce, hungry, full of the kind of need that made the air between us crackle.

Charles responded instantly, pulling me closer with both hands on my hips, kissing me back like he couldn't get enough, like he wanted to devour me.
His mouth moved against mine with desperate passion, his teeth lightly tugging at my bottom lip, making me moan softly against him.

I smiled into the kiss and pulled back just enough to start my slow descent, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down his jaw, along his neck, down the hard lines of his chest.
Charles shivered under my mouth, a low, needy sound rumbling from deep in his chest.

I kept going, savoring every inch of him — the way his muscles tensed under my lips, the way his breathing turned ragged the lower I went.
When I reached the waistband of his boxers, I hooked my fingers there and looked up at him through my lashes.

He was watching me, his eyes dark and hooded, his chest rising and falling heavily.

I gave a slow, mischievous smile and tugged his boxers down inch by torturous inch, freeing him.
He was already hard, thick and heavy, and the sight of him made a surge of heat pulse between my legs.

Charles let out a shaky breath, his hand brushing lightly over my hair, like he was barely restraining himself.

"How do you want to do this, mon amour?" he asked, his voice low, thick with desire, but still careful, still giving me control.

I licked my lips deliberately, never breaking eye contact, and said in a soft, commanding voice,
"Stand up for me."

His eyes flared darker, the muscle in his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly.
Without a word, he pushed up from the bed, standing in front of me, the muscles of his abdomen flexing as he moved.