Bonjour ma chérie || Charles Leclerc

•Chapter 22•

°I couldn't want you anymore
Kiss in the kitchen like it's a dance floor
I couldn't want you anymore tonight°

Charles and Diana entered their room. It was already 8 in the afternoon.

"We have to get ready for the party." Diana said

"You are not a party person, as far as I know, at least." He commented.

"I am definitely not. Though I'm very new to this concept with the drivers and their wags, and I want to get used to it. I want to be welcomed and make friends. I don't want to be off-subject in any case. Mainly for you." She answered in one breath. She was indeed very stressed about it.

"You are the sweetest, and everybody is going to love you." He said and kissed her forehead. She smiled as she buried her head in his neck. "We can now take a shower together to speed things up, don't you think?" He proposed, and she nodded.

They took off their clothes and into the shower they were. The water was running, the temperature of which was rather lukewarm. Soap and bubbles were spread all over their bodies. Just then, Diana noticed everything that she was insecure about. Her stretch marks, the cellulite, and her hairy body parts. Everything was there. She was visibly uncomfortable by her sight and tried to shower quickly in order to get out of there. For a moment, she called herself stupid for going in, and then she called herself stupid again for being insecure. She really couldn't help it.

"Hey, what happened?" He asked when he saw that she was in a rush. "Is everything okay?"

"I should hurry up. We don't have enough time." She said and tried to get out.

His hands grabbed her shoulders, and he pushed her into the wall. The cold tiles made her body shiver. His blue eyes got darker as he stared into hers. His wet hair had formed some curls, which fell in front of his eyes.

"You really think that you can get away without telling me?" He said and tugged a strand of hair behind her ear.

She didn't answer. She was too embarrassed to tell him the truth.

"You are so cute when you feel insecure." He added.

Diana's eyes widened, and her mouth opened a bit, but nothing got out.

"Your body language made it obvious. You have been covering your stomach for the past five minutes." He said, and Diana turned red because of the embarrassment she was feeling.

"You are so very pretty, and you know that there is no reason to feel like that. Especially in front of me." He added and kissed her.

She wrapped her hands around his neck and hugged him.

"I love you," she simply said.

"You have no idea how much I do." Charles answered.

They got out, both soaking wet, and headed to their room.

"I don't know what I should wear. What's your opinion on this?" She asked and showed him a little black dress.

"That was the one you were wearing when we met." He commented and smiled.

"It actually is," she replied.

"You look great in everything. Just don't wear something too revealing, please."

"That's the first time you say such a thing. "

"I know, and I'm sorry. It's just that there are going to be lots of guys there."

"Most of them have girlfriends."

"That doesn't stop them from staring at you. It's not that I don't trust you. You know that I do. I just don't trust the others."

"Do you have someone in particular in your mind?"

"No. I mean, I don't think Pierre or Carlos would do something, but you never know."

"You are so cute when you are jealous." She said wrapped her hands around his neck.

This move made the towel that was covering her body fall down, revealing her whole statue. His eyes widened at the sight.

"Firslty, I am not jealous. I am just protective and caring. Secondly, this towel was a paid actor, and I'm here for it." He said and threw her immediately on the bed.

"Oh my God, Charles!" She said and giggled.

"Shh, I'm very focused on what I'm doing right now," he said while kissing her neck, going more and more down.

Diana tried to hold back her moans when she felt his tongue twirling around her sensitive spot, but it was impossible.

"Charles," she tried to say but took a deep breath first. "We have to be there in an hour and a half." She finally said among the moans.

"Screw it. Who cares? We can show up late. Nobody is going to notice anyway." He said, and his tongue entered her.

He was able to feel and even taste how wet she was.

"Do you really want me to leave this little paradise to go to a stupid party?" He said.

"Don't stop. Don't stop, please, don't." She cried out, and he added two fingers, obeying her in a way.

Charles could feel her clench around his fingers as his pace got faster. Loud moans were coming out of her mouth, and that made his erection worse than before.

Just when she was about to hit the finish line, Charles suddenly stopped.

"Ah fuck you Leclerc." Diana cursed him.

"Oh, so now I'm Leclerc, huh?" He said, and Diana's expression was screaming, <<I'm screwed>>.

Charles positioned himself exactly between her legs while Diana was preparing herself for what was about to come.

"You know I wasn't planning on being the bad one today, but you really didn't leave me another choice." He said and entered her.

He started off slow, but he sped up as soon as he saw that she was okay with it. Diana could feel him reaching every part of her, even parts she didn't even know they existed. He was going harder and harder, and he managed to get deeper by adjusting himself. Now that the pace, the angle, and the force were the perfect match, Diana couldn't do anything but moan uncontrollably. Her hands had been scratching his back all this time, turning it red.

Both of them couldn't form sentences at that moment. The only words heard were some curse words in English and sometimes in French.

"I seriously can not go any longer if you keep doing that amazing job," Diana almost shouted.

"I didn't ask." He said and penetrated her for one last time before their climax.