Twists and Turns in Monte Carlo: A Formula 1 Affair

{5.3}

"Are you going to undress me or what?"

Her raspy voice tore him from his thoughts, grounding him in the intensity of the moment. Slowly, he dropped to one knee, his gaze never leaving hers as his hand moved up her leg, tracing the smooth curve of her calf. Her breath hitched with anticipation as his fingertips brushed the edge of her dress.

He hesitated for a moment, looking up at her. She had already craned her neck back, her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling with deep, deliberate breaths. Her vulnerability struck him, making his touch gentler, more reverent.

As he pushed the dress up over her hips, his fingers caressed her skin, eliciting soft, involuntary moans from her lips. Each touch seemed to grow their neediness.

Toto's lips followed the path of his fingers, placing light kisses along the inside of her thigh. He started at her knee and moved slowly upwards, his kisses growing more deliberate, more intense. Joanne's hands gripped the edge of the dresser, her knuckles white as she struggled to maintain control over the waves of sensation washing over her.

"I said fuck me, Toto." Her words hit hime like a wave. The restraint, the hesitation, it was gone. If that's what she wanted, that's what she got.

He quickly pulled her slip and let it fall to the floor. His kisses became more intense, leaving small red marks behind. She moaned again, louder this time, the sound driving him wild.

With one hand around her thigh, the other on her hip, and his head between her thighs, he felt like he was in heaven. 

His tongue moved with purpose, teasing and tasting her, drawing out her pleasure. Joanne's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, urging him on.

With one hand around her thigh, the other on her hip and his head between her thighs, he felt like he was in heaven. With the tip of his tongue he flicked repetitive over her clit, causing her to moan even louder. 

She put her hand into his hair pushing his face further between her thighs. He kept switching between kissing and lightly searching.

"F..Fu...Ah, Mhf" She struggled for breath and words.

"You like that, Jo, yeah?" In response, she pushed her hips further forward.

Suddenly he stopped and looked up at her. "Answer me when I ask you a question!"

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, and now get on with it," she replied generously.

As she commanded, he began to flick his tongue over her spot again. This time he went a step further and let her onto his fingers. The second she closed her lips around them, he began to moan briefly himself and could feel his erection growing.

What was this woman doing to him?

"That's what you want huh?" he asked arrogantly and slowly inserted his wet middle and ring fingers into her.

He briefly stroked her wet opening before slowly pushing them into her. Fuck, she was tight. She breathed quickly: "Mhf-"

"Use your words, Jo. Be a good girl and tell me what you want."

"Make. Me.", her words were interrupted by a loud moan, "come."