Melody of death | English Version | Charles Leclerc FF

fifty-seven ఌ

Dusk had already arrived when Charles and I set out on foot to La tête de chien. It is a not too well-known vantage point above city life. From there you have practically the best view of all of Monaco. And if I'm honest, this is where my first dream of Charles had taken place. This place is one of Charles' and my favorites. Of course, only if we exclude the places at sea...
Next to each other we sat down on a very large stone. My head was in Charles' lap, his hands were on my body. It was almost like the dream a few months ago... We watched the setting sun. Soon it was nothing more than a narrow red stripe that remained above the horizon. The sun had disappeared and slowly the darkness covered us with its veils. It was perfect. The existing atmosphere enveloped me like a soap bubble, which slowly carried me away. In the glow of the sparking stars, she shone. And Charles was with me. We shared the same bubble, flew around... until I painfully burst it.
"Charles?", I turned my head only halfway towards him so that I could look at him out of the corner of my eye. "Can you promise me one thing?" he nodded, so I continued. "When I die, please take care of my siblings and Ayla." The Monegasque frowned. "Why do you say that? You're not going to die."
„You never know, maybe I'll have an accident.", I shrugged my shoulders and turned my head back to our view. "So? Will you promise me?" he ran his hand over my cheek. There it left a tickling burning. "I promise you. But you're not going to die. I'll make sure of that."
I just nodded, feeling it slowly getting cooler as the sun was no longer in the sky. It was unusually quiet for the fact that we are here in Monaco. On the other hand, it's not surprising either. After all, we are a few meters higher up than the clubs, bars and restaurants. Up here, the bass of a loudspeaker can only be heard when the huts in the city are flooded by party-addicted residents on a Friday or Saturday evening. But this is an exception. Up here, just like at sea, life is quiet and peaceful. In a city-state like Monaco, it is more than just important that such places exist where you can come down. The people who live here are mostly rich, compete to see who can drive the most expensive car and come together in bars in the evening to toast this luxury. The most common problems here are hardly the broken mentality. At least not visibly. This is where people talk about luxury problems. I don't even want to imagine how many people feel bad inside without showing it. Because yes, as long as you're smiling, no one asks. As long as you're functioning, no one is looking. All you have to do is wear a poker face and no one will judge you.
In the wandering darkness, Charles and I made our way home a long while later. It took us a while to reach the winding road up towards my apartment building. And I was very happy not to be alone on the road. Not only because drunk people lurk through the alleys at this time, but also because my inner voice shut up for this period of time.
My unpacked stuff from the clinic was still standing around in my apartment, but I deliberately ignored it. I had other things on my mind. And not only me... Charles' lips sucked longingly against my neck. I felt the pressure of his hands on my butt and the wall in my back. I dug my fingers into his upper arms, but I didn't know if he even felt it through his hoodie. The next moment he lifted me into his arms, but he didn't break his kiss for a second. I wanted him so badly that I felt dizzy. Or maybe it was because he was carrying me through the pitch-dark apartment, and I lost my bearings from the flood of hormones. The sofa in my back, however, settled this question of where. Charles threw his hoodie on the floor and leaned over me just seconds later. His greedy lips found mine, though only the dim lantern light from outside made it in. I could only make out isolated patterns of his face. For example, his distinctive jaw or the glittering eyes that almost ate me with their gaze. I ran my fingers over the muscles on his chest. Meanwhile, his tongue filled my mouth completely. One of his hands slipped under my sweater. An icy goosebump ran over my skin, it was so cold. Just a few moments later, we were both lying naked on top of each other. I barely managed to breathe. Carles guided a finger to my sensitive spot and drew circles over it. I moaned breathlessly. He loved to push me to the extreme like that. "Damn it, Charles," I gasped. I threw my head back and grabbed the hand that was on my clit. He had to stop. However, he was not deterred. He climbed over me and engaged me in a passionate French kiss. My heart beat three times faster when I felt his aroused member against my belly button. I wanted to reach for it but held back at the last moment. My hands scratched the Monegasque's back instead. I pulled him down even deeper to me. I wanted him, right now. Otherwise, I'll probably freak out in the next 2 minutes. I bit Charles' lip as punishment for making me fidget like that, literally. "You're driving me crazy," Charles said out of breath. God and me...  I groaned, startled but relieved, when I felt him inside me. For a brief moment, I thought I was falling or floating. No idea what it would be more likely to hit. I had no idea where up was and where was down. But one thing I knew: that it felt perfect. Charles made grinding motions while I stretched my pelvis out to him even more. I was almost at my peak. Charles noticed this and took one of his hands to one of my nipples. He stimulated it and provoked my orgasm. And then the time had come. I came in a full. The gigantic wave crashed over me. I cried out, tears of overwhelm almost burning in my eyes. I heard Charles groan shortly after me. He, too, had come. He sank down on top of me and kissed me tenderly on the forehead. My chest was still rising and falling excitedly rapidly. I felt a tear running down my cheek warmly. But it was a tear of joy and fulfillment. My fingers were shaking, I reached for Charles' arms to hold on somewhere. The Monegasque sank down on the sofa close to me and pulled me into his arms. It didn't take words to tell the other that you were satisfied. Charles kissed me softly into a sleep that was restful for the first time in ages. That was probably because he fell asleep skin to skin next to me.