The Surrogate

Mistakes

He might not be tossing her around like a rag doll in the way he used to but there's no mistaking the feelings that rush around her body, surging through every vein and electrifying every nerve ending.

She knew he was amazing in bed but it seems as though she's forgotten just how mind-blowingly good he can make her feel.

Each move he makes is dynamite, each push and pull of his body as he fucks her hard, the fullness she feels from his dick and the way he's positioned above her, just right so a small part of his body is rubbing against her clit, is igniting the fuse in her lower belly.

He looks like a god above her, his messy curls framing his face, teeth biting down on his bottom lip, eyes blazing into her own.

He's always known how to connect with her. All those years ago he used to connect with her on a level that went deeper than just sex. It's like their minds fucked as well as their bodies, they just understood what each other needed without having to say a word.

Her legs are wrapped around his waist and her nails are digging in to his shoulder blades while her body is rhythmically jerking as he pounds into her. She's getting closer and closer to what will be an orgasm that will obliterate every sense, yet make her experience all of them, all at the same time in an almost other worldly way.

"Fuck..." he groans, his whole being ablaze as he feeds his need for sexual pleasure, "I'm so close, so fucking close."

A smile curls Hayley's lips as she remembers one of the things she used to do that always pushed him over the edge. All she has to do is grab her breasts, squeeze them together and seductively say three little words, "I'm all yours."

It has an effect on him, just like it always used to, and he alters his position above her, lifting his upper body, straightening his arms to put his weight on his hands and fuck in to her harder, causing his skin to slap against hers so loudly it's more than likely audible outside the door to the room and probably a little way down the corridor. Right on the ragged edge, he groans loudly and then growls, "fucking cum for me."

It's Red Bull bad boy all over again and her body willingly complies with his demand as his dick roughly rakes over the best spot inside her and bangs her cervix. She shakes and cries out his name, still squeezing her breasts and arching her back off the mattress.

He follows her with his own release, letting out a loud, raspy cry and only just having enough mental presence to remember to pull out and shoot his load up her body, sending a few splatters of his cum onto her breasts.

As the intensity wanes, he lowers himself down and presses kisses to her neck between heavy, panting breaths and shivering aftershocks.

Hayley holds him close, tenderly cradling him against her. A lazy, happy, sated smile now curls her lips and she whispers to him how perfect it was and starts to slowly caress his back, up and down.

Seb feels sated too but also totally wiped out. He shifts his relaxed body and kisses her cheek before moving to lay next to her and falling straight to sleep.

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Back in England and it's a cool, grey rainy Monday morning in the capital, London.

Holly emerges from the clinic where she's just completed another session with her therapist and it's no surprise that Seb and the photo of the new Vettel 'family' have been one of the topics of discussion.

While it was her decision to leave that has led to Seb rekindling things with his ex and having Hayley now helping to take care of Emilia, it still hurts to see Hayley entering the Austin circuit with members of his family and know that she's probably back by his side. Even though this is all of her own making, she's been assured that it's perfectly normal to feel this way. Just because she was the one who left, it doesn't mean that she can't feel hurt when she sees him with someone else.