Pole Position: Between Logic and Passion

"Amy," he murmured against my neck, his breath hot and ragged, "I want... I need to feel you."

I didn't respond with words, just arched my back, inviting him to explore.

I moaned softly, my head falling back as he kissed my neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Charles looked at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and admiration that made me feel powerful and vulnerable at the same time.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, before kneeling before me.

My heart raced as he slid his hands up my thighs, his breath hot against my sensitive skin. I gripped the counter, my fingers tightening around the edge as he kissed the inside of my thighs, his tongue tracing a slow, tortuous path toward the center of my body.

"Charles," I moaned, my voice shaking, as he finally found me.

He stared down at me, his green eyes shining with an intensity that made me gasp, before he plunged into me with his mouth and tongue, his dexterity taking my breath away.

I writhed beneath his touch, my hips moving against his mouth as he explored me, his tongue firm and insistent on my sensitive clit.

"Charles, please," I begged, feeling the pleasure building inside me, a wave ready to engulf me. He knew exactly what he needed to do to bring me to the edge, his tongue exploring me.

He smiled against me, a smile I felt more than saw, before he picked up the pace, his mouth and fingers working in harmony to bring me over the edge.

"Come for me, Amy," he murmured, his voice husky and thick with desire. "Let me feel you."

I couldn't hold back any longer. My body tensed, and I moaned his name as the orgasm hit me, waves of pleasure spreading throughout my body.

Charles continued, his mouth gentle now, until I stilled, my body relaxing under his touch.

"You taste so good," he said, looking at me and sliding a finger inside me, his thumb applying pressure to my clit.

Than he stood up, and I pulled him to me, my lips seeking his urgently. "My turn," I whispered against his mouth, before kneeling before him.

Charles gasped as I slid my hands down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it to the floor.

I kissed his neck, his jaw, before kneeling down fully and slid my hands down his body, feeling the tension in his muscles.

He was all mine, and I intended to explore him completely. My hands went to the belt of his pants, and I looked up at him, seeking permission. He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine, and I smiled before setting about the task of removing it.

He was hard. So fucking hard.

I wrap my hand around his cock, making slow movements, he pulls me into a slow kiss.

I pull away as my lungs start to burn for air and than I start to kneel slowly in front of him, he looks at me with lust and desire, my eyes roaming his body, before I lean in and envelop him with my mouth.

Charles groaned, his hands burying themselves in my hair as I explored him, my tongue tracing patterns I knew he liked.

Running my tongue from the base of his cock to the top, I could already taste his precum. I took a deep breath and took his entire length into my mouth, feeling him in my throat.

We had done this before, but he didn't remember so this caught him by surprise. He gasped and I felt him twitch. I continued the movement, taking him all the way in.