The Limit (Sebastian Vettel)

62. Turkish Delight

Seb had been awake for a while but he didn't want to open his eyes.  If he did then he may have to face the fact that he and Lily were over, that the night of hot sex they'd shared was just a form of closure for her.  For him it had been more.  For him, it was the first steps back into an addiction that he knew could make or break him.   It all depended on her, and on what it had meant to her.  

He felt her hand creeping up his bare chest, her fingers lazily tracing circles above his heart.  Was she awake?

He took a deep breath and opened his eyes.  A pair of dark blue, almost purple, eyes stared back at him.   He almost laughed at the birds nest her hair resembled, but stopped himself.  She looked adorable. 

He smiled at her. "Good morning Schatz," he said. 

"Good morning Sunshine," she replied, returning his smile.   Well, she wasn't kicking him out, that was something he guessed. 

He glanced at the bedside table, at the empty champagne bottle, grinning as he remembered what had happened the day before, and what had happened throughout the night.

Lily had won the Russian Grand Prix, and their celebrations would definitely not be forgotten in a hurry. 

Lily hooked her leg over his and snuggled up to him.  She never wanted to move.   Finally he was back in her bed, and she didn't want him to leave in case last night had been his goodbye.  

"What time is it?" he grunted.

"I have no idea, but my alarm hasn't gone off so it's not seven yet."

"You have an early flight, yes?"

"I have to check out at eight and go straight to the airport.  What about you?"

"Checking out at ten."

"I really have to move, but I don't want to," she told him.

"Then don't."

"I gotta pee." She sat up, unhooking her leg from his and stretched, giving a big yawn.

Seb watched as she climbed out of bed and walked across the room naked. She really had the sexiest ass.

He propped himself up on the pillows and waited for her to come back. The front view would be even better than the back.

A couple of minutes later she returned. Seb watched as she crossed the room, her breasts bouncing slightly. She really had the most amazing pair of tits. He looked at the marks he had left on, the lovebite on her breast, and further down he could just about make out the beard burn he'd left on her inner thighs.

She headed to the desk and looked at her phone, then got back into bed, snuggling back up to him. "It's ten past six," she said.

Seb was beginning to feel optimistic. It didn't look like she had any regrets about what they'd done.

"So, this... do you want this to become a regular thing again?" he asked tentatively.

"You know I do. I did suggest that we could go back to how things were."

"I know, but I wondered if you still wanted that."

"Of course I do. Damn, no one has ever made me cum like you do."

Seb gave a small nervous laugh. He knew that what they'd shared before had started off as just sex, but he'd really fallen for her. Of course, things were different now, he didn't love her for a start, but he couldn't help feeling a little used.

"Plus I've never wanted anyone as much as I do you," she added, and he instantly felt better.

"The feeling's mutual," he told her.