Abrade - [Charles Leclerc] A Sequel To Corrode

Seis

A/N: Good god, I'm back. So I'm putting this warning out to ya: NSFW Content (18+). Skip half of this chapter in case you feel uncomfortable with nsfw scenes: Charles having his wife for breakfast, fucking in french in Paris (when will it be my turn), me assuming things about Paris while I've been there once and hated it (sorry), disturbing phone calls.

         Joanne buried her face deeper into the satin pillow case, goosebumps rising upon her skin when Charles' fingers moved through her hair and his lips kissed the back of her neck. "Mon amour..." Charles whispered, after which she felt the spring breeze move through the opened doors of the balcony. Joanne turned around, looking up at her husband, who was in a white shirt and some sweats. His hair was still messy, but his eyes were as bright as ever, gazing down at her. "I got us some breakfast...," he said, kissing her lips. "Some coffee...," he kissed her again. "Those pastries you really love..." Joanne giggled against his mouth. "That's nice of you, baby," she said, her hand cupping his face before both of her hands moved over his arms, rubbing over the skin. "But I'm not hungry yet," she said, her palm gliding over his clothed chest. "And wondering why you're wearing so many clothes," Joanne continued, making him offer her a lopsided grin as he was conflicted between pulling his wife out of bed for breakfast or ravishing her here for breakfast instead.

But who was he to deny the desires of his beautiful woman? She hummed against his lips when he kissed her again, pecking her lips softly as her hands moved to his hair, then grabbing the material of his shirt, tugging on it to get it off. Charles chuckled against her mouth, helping her to get his shirt off of him, throwing the material somewhere on the floor. He pushed the sheets aside to reveal her naked body to him, only the lace of her panties covering her up somewhat. The bright light of the morning lit her up in the most beautiful way possible, and Charles caressed her face before he kissed her again, their bodies flush together. It erupted a gasp from her throat as his hips ground into hers, her fingers brushing down his arms and back up to his shoulders, feeling the muscles ripple under his supple skin. He shivered at the feeling of her touch, one of his hands moving down to wrap her thighs tighter around his hips. Charles groaned as he was growing hard against her, soft breaths and whimpers enough to stir his enthusiasm and cause the heat to pool in his lower abdomen.

Their lips were still sealed together when his fingertips moved over the side of her breasts, caressing the skin as they circled the hard pearls of her breasts. "Don't make me wait," she breathed in his ear, to which his lips latched onto her neck and she let her head fall back into the pillows again. The view was so pretty, the flowers on the balcony, the morning sun, the Eiffel Tower in the distance, and her husband's bare body atop of her. Every time they were intimate, it felt like the first time again. Joanne remembered how patient he had been with her, how he continuously asked her for consent, and he sometimes still did, even though he knew he was the only one allowed to touch her. "The coffee's gonna be cold, y'know," Charles muttered, grinning against her skin at her response, as she scoffed and moved her fingers into his raven hair, telling her without any words that she didn't care. He delicately kissed her skin as he moved further down her body, hooking his fingers into the lace that was covering her up still.

She lifted her legs to let him pull the thong off, his scruff tickling the skin of her stomach, then her thighs. Joanne sucked in a harsh breath as he kissed her core, his hands slotting around her hips to keep her still on the bed. She let her eyes fall closed as he continued, rolling his tongue over her nub of nerve endings and sucking it into his mouth. Charles' teeth grazed ever so gently over it, making her shiver underneath him. His eyes flickered upwards, watching her chest rise and fall with unsteady breaths, the goosebumps that had risen on her skin, and her perky nipples begging to be touched. One of his hands reached up, cupping her breast as he rolled his fingers over the hard pearls, drawing a moan from her throat. Her hips began to writhe on the bed a little, which increased as his other hand moved between her thighs. Charles' fingertips mapped her out, felt her up before he was sure he could push them into her core without hurting her. She tightened around his digits when he curled them up, another gasp eliciting from her when his mouth sucked on her swollen nub once more.