We get up early and with a little hangover after celebrating Lewis' win. We make our way to the airport and we take the jet to Paris as Lewis has a photoshoot in the afternoon for Vanity Fair. We sit next to each other on the plane.
- I am so happy to spend some alone time with you. – I smile at him.
- Yes, it will be good; we can finally be together and figure out where this is going. – says Lewis. – I booked two rooms just in case if you want to spend the night separately.
- No, I would rather sleep with you, make the most of our time. – I smile shyly.
- Okay, however you feel comfortable, beautiful. – he kisses the top of my head.
We don't really talk much on the short plane ride; we try to sleep because we have a long day ahead of us. After landing we go to the hotel to drop off our luggage then we immediately rush to the photo shoot. I have never seen anything like this before; there are dozens of men and women running around and yelling at each other. I sit on a sofa sipping a glass of champagne which was handed to me upon arrival. I watch Lewis as he is getting ready, a nice woman does his makeup and hair and another one brings several outfits to try. He is changing clothes in front of everyone and I cannot take my eyes off him as he is dressing between the different photos. Of course, I am not the only one, I can see everyone not so discreetly drooling over him when he is in his boxers. I don't really mind because I know that he is mine. I will be the one who spends three days with him in the most romantic city in the world, I will be the one who he sleeps next to. We finish really late but it was interesting watching how these things happen in real life. When we get to the hotel, we are exhausted, we take a shower, separately, then just lay down onto the bed.
- Good night, beautiful. – he whispers and kisses the top of my head.
- Sweet dreams, handsome. – I reply and I scooch a little closer to him and throw my leg upon his. I snuggle to his chest and instantly fall asleep feeling his arms hugging me.
The next day, I wake up first. We somehow changed position during the night and now he is hugging me from behind. I can feel his morning erection pressed to my body and it turns me on so much. I carefully turn around and I give him a kiss. He starts murmuring and opens his eyes.
- Good morning, handsome. – I say to him smiling.
- Good morning, love. – he answers with a raspy voice.
His words and his voice makes me go crazy. I start gently caressing his chest and lower my hand; I take him into my hand, playing with him slowly.
- Oh fuck. – he groans. – Are you sure you want to do this?
- Absolutely. – I look into his eyes reassuring him.
I kiss him and he pulls me closer; he puts his hands into my hair and gently grabs it. After a while he pulls me on top of him. We don't stop kissing as I start grinding our hips together, enjoying his hardness. I get off for a second until we get rid of our clothes and he puts on a condom; then I sit back. He places the tip to me and I slowly lower myself onto him.
- Careful, beautiful. – he whispers before touching our lips together.
I make sure that I got used to his size and start moving faster. As I am riding on him it feels like my whole body is on fire and shortly I can feel the orgasm coming.
- Please, Lewis, don't stop. – I moan. – Please...
My vision goes blurry as I go over the edge; he thrusts a couple more and I can feel his body relax. I give him a kiss and get off him.
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Silver stars (Lewis Hamilton)
Fanfiction- You are a silver star now. - says Toto. - A what? - You lived your life alone, surrounded by envious yellow stars who made your life miserable for being different. But being different doesn't mean that you didn't shine as bright. On the contrary...
