Charlie couldn't help how completely fucking hot he thought it was that she was flushed and straining and talking about being wet like she was enjoying the words themselves. Merlin, she was so gorgeous like this, whimpering beneath him. He couldn't help but let out a low, approving, hungry growl.
"Mm, good girl. I knew you could do it, baby," Charlie replied, moving her arms just a little so he could pin both wrists with one of his hands. One hand now free, he slid it down between them and used it to position himself at her entrance. He was so hard, he hissed as the head of his cock brushed her wet folds. Between going down on her, all that nice skin-to-skin friction, and hearing her talk that way, Charlie was so aroused he wanted to just bury himself in her, but he held onto his self-control as best he could.
He dipped his head and nipped at her ear for a moment before whispering into it, "I'm going to fuck you now. Would you like that?"
Charlie could feel how wet she was, could see how turned on she was, but he still paused for her reaction, just pressing the tip into her. Much as Charlie loved variety in the bedroom and enjoyed playing with power dynamics just for the sake of experimentation and adventure, he was still a gentleman at heart. Besides, he wanted to hear her say that she wanted him. He wanted her to ask him to fuck her. There was something so intoxicating in knowing that he affected her just as much as she affected him.