The Race Director's Daughter (Sebastian Vettel)

60. Possession

Leah braced herself.   She knew that the mood Seb was in this wasn't going to be gentle.  She closed her eyes and leant back against the tiled wall.  What came next surprised her. 

Seb tenderly brushed his lips over hers.   "Open your mouth for me," he whispered.  

Tenderness had been the last thing she'd been expecting.  Seb had been angry and she'd expected that to reflect in his kiss, in his touch. 

He gently cupped her breasts in the palms of hands, fondling them through the saturated lace of her bra as his tongue slowly caressed hers. 

Leah whimpered as she felt her nipples harden in response to his touch.   She felt a throbbing between her legs, she wanted him so desperately.  She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him tightly against her.  

Taking charge of the kiss, she upped the tempo, biting down on his bottom lip.  Seb groaned.  It felt like all the blood in his body was rushing to his dick.  It was so hard that it hurt.

Moving a hand to her head, he ran his fingers though her soaking wet hair.  His other hand pulled her bra down to free her breasts.   

Leah slid her hands up his back, digging her nails in slightly, just how Seb liked it. 

The room began to steam up, the hot water turning their skin red.   Seb kissed his way down her neck, down her breasts.  Leah gasped as she felt his rough tongue flick over her left nipple, then her right nipple.

"You like that?  Who does it better? Me or Daniel?"

"You. Always you!  Why do you even have to ask?" He sucked her nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing it.   Then he let it go and looked her in the eye, his stare intense and serious.

"I want to hear it.  I want to hear what I do to you.  I want to hear that I'm far superior to him.  I want to hear you say you belong to me."

"I do belong to you.  He is nothing compared to you.   I don't want him. I never did."   Seb suckled hard on her nipple, his hand grabbing at her other breast.  "I love you.  I'm yours Seb.   I'll always be yours."

He tugged on her nipple, stretching it as he pulled his head back.   Then he knelt down in front of her. 

Running his palm down her stomach he reached her panties.  Hooking a finger in each side he slowly eased them down so she could step out of them.

Leah moaned as Seb pressed a series of butterfly kisses to the outside of her folds, teasing her. She needed him. She craved his touch. She felt like she would die if he didn't touch her now.

Grabbing his head she pushed his face closer to her womanhood. Seb grinned, he loved knowing how much she wanted him. He poked the tip of his tongue out and began easing it between her folds, tasting her sweetness.

Leah bent a knee and put her foot flat on the wall behind her. She buried her fingers in Seb's hair, moaning as his tongue neared her clitoris. Then she growled with frustration as he changed direction at the last moment.

He dragged his tongue all the way to the back of her slit, briefly dipping it inside her. God, his dick was so hard. He couldn't wait bury it inside her. He wanted to lose himself inside her and fuck away every memory of Daniel Ricciardo.

"Please Seb, please," Leah groaned, closing her eyes and moving her head from side to side. He pulled his face out from between her legs and looked up at her. She looked on the verge of coming undone, and she'd never looked so sexy as she did right now, her soaking hair plastered to her head, her drenched bra bunched up underneath her breasts.