[ She lets him take the lead, so he tugs her into position, straddling his face. He grins, leaning up to lick her clit, still teasing. ] Yeah, that's what I'm talking about.
[ Gives her access to do whatever she might feel like doing, too, so. Win win situation for everyone involved, which Z is all for. ]
Fu-- [ she mumbles out when his tongue slides against that sensitive bundle of nerves. Her eyes flutter and she smiles to herself, thinking this might be her new favorite position, having only done it one other time before. But damn if it didn't feel good.
Granted, she was facing a different way and well, she's about to be pre-occupied.] Mr. Z... Aren't you naughty? [ Her voice is a little exaggerated in it's seductive tone but it's a tease as she shifts above him, moving to brace herself over him, one hand on the bed next to his hip for balance as the other moves curl around his cock.] Is this what you meant? [ She gives him a little stroke before her tongue moves to, without hesitation, slide down the length of him.]
[ He laughs at her tone, his hands sliding up around her thighs, pulling them even further apart and bringing her even closer to him. When he speaks, it's right against her. ] You're the one calling me Mr Z, and I'm the one that's naughty?
[ He chuckles again, although it's cut short by her hand on him, quickly followed by her mouth. It turns into a groan, and he gives right back, going straight into fucking her with his tongue again, fingers digging into her legs. ]
[ If her mouth wasn't otherwise preoccupied, she'd have made some cheeky comment about what he said. But as it is, her mouth quite busy, tongue and lips sliding along the underside of his cock. She lowers herself a little more, getting a better angle and also pressing her lower half into his mouth a bit more.
She doesn't hesitate in starting to stroke him with her mouth, lips and tongue pressing and swirling respectively. And she hums softly when she takes his dick fully into her mouth, when his tongue hits a particularly good spot.]
[ In his own, kinda snobby way, Z's always thought 69-ing was kind of a youngsters, that adults didn't do it anymore, but if they don't, he can't help but think, right now, that they're missing out. He moans with every stroke of her tongue, tries to match her rhythm as best he can, smiling against her as he licks up and into her, wanting to feel her shake all around him again. ]
[ Hilariously enough, Charlie thought that 69-ing was sort of a ridiculous, passe kind of thing that never actually happened. She's not complaining right now, her moans fall out against his skin, muffled by the press of her tongue to his cock or the way her lips wrap tightly around it. She bobs her head, uses her hand to stroke where her mouth is not.
She rocks a little above him when she starts to ramp up, feeling good.]
[ Well, she wouldn't be entirely wrong, really. But still, here they are, and Z pulls her closer, pushing his tongue deeper inside her, focusing on that, even if his body is reacting to her touches, muscles tense as he focuses on not pushing up.
He uses his powers when he licks over her clit, for a second, wanting her to come again, once, twice, however many times she wants to before she just cannot take it anymore. ]
[He pulls her closer and it doesn't do anything to trip her up, she keeps working at him with her mouth, lips, tongue and hand. She wouldn't care if he rocked his hips a little, in fact, she uses her hand to smooth over one of his legs, encouraging him with the drag of her nails.
Of course, she gasps around his cock when he pushes his tongue inside of her, deeper, more aggressively, making her squirm and writhe above him, taking him in deeper even as she starts to pant. But it's when he uses his power against that bundle of nerves that she has to pulls back and moan, her body shuddering above his.] Oh fuck, Z. Do that again.
[ The way Charlie reacts has him all too willing to do it again as she requests, closing his eyes tight as he lets the surge of power rush through his brain. He grins against her, lapping up every minute shift and movement as he presses her against his face. ]
[ That's all she needs to come and so, with a gasp and a shudder above him, moaning with his cock in her mouth, she does come. She moves to stroke him while she tries to catch her breath, her lips hovering against his head, her breath hot and sweeping across slick skin as she rides out her own pleasure for a moment.]
[ He pulls her up just a little, allowing himself to breathe, and to look at her all at once, his eyes sweeping along her body with wonder. With her mouth just above his dick, he swears softly, fingers digging hard into her thighs. ]
[ His words earn him a fluttery sort of moaning sound, her eyes opening after a moment with a hum.] Then fuck me, [ she murmurs breathlessly, her tongue taking one last swipe at his dick, letting him decide how he wants it this time.]
[ His hands immediately move to her waist, grabbing her and none-too-gently pulling her to his side on the bed before he rolls over on top of her. He doesn't waste any time, completely lost in the moment and the absolute need to be inside her yesterday, and gets a condom out of the bedside table, opening and putting it on in record time.
No time to waste. Seriously.
He only takes a second to look at Charlie's face as he pushes inside her, fingers holding on to the base of his dick, before his eyes flutter shut, pleasure flooding his senses. ]
[ It's a bit of a mad scramble to get where they both need to be, her laying beneath him on the bed. And she has a moment to catch her breath a bit as he gets the condom on, although she might make a joke later at how incredibly fast and good he is at getting one on.
Her body arches slightly when he tucks himself between her thighs and pushes inside of her. She moans quietly, biting at her bottom lip as her hands move to grab at his hips, pulling him deeper inside of her.]
[ He has some experience with condoms, okay, you just get used to it very quickly, that's a fact of life.
What he thinks he may never get used to - and kinda doesn't want to, either, is how good she feels. She pulls him in, her fingers tight around his hips, and he goes as far inside her as he can, staying there for a moment, falling forward onto her, barely catching himself with a hand so as to not crush her. ]
Fuck, Charlie - [ He leans closer, his lips against the corner of her mouth as he breathes hard, starting to move his hips slowly. ]
[ There's a pulse of pleasure that she gets just at the way his body basically collides with hers, in the best way. She loves the way he sounds, the strain in his voice, the heat in the way he says her name ( no breathes, her name). She thinks she might get addicted to it, that and the hard press of his body above hers. ]
Z, [ she murmurs softly, releasing her bottom lip from her teeth to say his name and kiss him hotly as he starts to move. ] Don't stop.
Not - gonna - [ He answers from the vicinity of her neck, his lips pressed to her skin as he moves, slow and deep and intent. Not that he's going to be able to keep going forever, but man, he wants to. ]
[ Her hands are so restless, they can't seem to hold still. They wander over his back and over his ass, then move back up to clutch at his shoulders and arms.
But she can sense the tension in his muscles, knows that he can't hold on forever so her hand moves to slip between their bodies to touch herself, finger moving rapidly over her clit to help encourage herself to come again, greedy to make him feel just how good he can make her feel.]