Pole Position: Between Logic and Passion

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"Amy," he groans, his voice hoarse and full of need, "I... I can't take much more."

I grab his hand that's in my hair, and squeeze it, silently asking him to hold on tight, which he does.

I start to swallow him faster, he understands this too, I was asking him to fuck my mouth and I don't need to ask twice, he applies pressure to the back of my neck and increases the pace.

He can't hold it any longer. His body tenses, and I feel his cum shoot straight into my throat. He holds me there for about 3 seconds before letting go. I swallow it all, and finish cleaning him with my tongue.

When I stood up, he pulled me to him, his lips seeking mine urgently. "Amy," he whispered against my mouth, "that was the hottest thing ever."

I smiled at him. "I know, you love it when I do that," I said.

He looked at me, his green eyes shining with a mixture of desire and emotion that made me feel a wave of heat rise through my body. He pulled me closer, his lips pressing against mine in a deep, passionate kiss. When we pulled apart, he looked at me, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Let's go to the bedroom, I need to fuck you," he said firmly and who was I to disagree?

He took me by the hand and began to guide me to the room at the end of the hallway.

We barely had time to enter the room and his lips were already meeting mine in a slow, deep kiss. His hands slid down my back, pulling me closer, while I intertwined my fingers in his hair, feeling the softness of the brown strands between my fingers.

"You're beautiful," he whispered between kisses, "I can't seem to get enough of you."

He guides me back a few steps until we reach the bed. Charles positioned himself on top of me, his lips going down my neck, leaving a trail of kisses that made my skin shiver. His hands explored every curve of my body, as if he wanted to remember every detail. I moaned softly, giving myself over to his touch, feeling the desire grow inside me.

He started to thrust into me, slowly, my hands gripping his arms tighter.

He kept the slow pace for a few seconds, making me feel every inch of him, while he spread kisses all over my neck and chest, I couldn't help the moans that escaped me.

"Let me up," I said, my voice breathless.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his eyes shining with desire.

"Yes," I said, gently pushing him down onto his back.

I positioned myself on top of him, feeling the weight of his body beneath me, the heat of his skin against mine. With my hands resting on his chest, I began to move, riding him. I needed to pick up the pace.

Charles watched, his green eyes fixed on me, as if hypnotized.

I increased the pace, bouncing on him, feeling the delicious friction that made me moan in pleasure.

His hands held my hips, guiding me, but I wanted to control, I wanted to dictate the pace.

“Faster,” he asked, his voice hoarse with desire.

I complied with his request, moving more intensely, feeling the sweat begin to run down my skin. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room, mixing with our moans.

Charles was close, I could feel it, his breathing becoming more labored, his muscles tensing under my hands. But I wanted more, I wanted to take him to the limit.

“Don’t come yet,” I ordered, my voice firm despite the desire that consumed me.

He obeyed, holding on by a thread as I continued to move, feeling the pleasure build inside me.