Heartdriven: Too Driven To Drive

22. Let The Games Begin

    Surprisingly, the day had turned out to be rather a cold one. But it didn't stop Sebastian from spending time outside. He was cleaning up the remains of the campfire, as he let Alice sleep in, yet again. She could smell the cold humidity on him, when he came back inside. Maybe he was ready to go home now. They were leaving the next day, so the packing had begun too. Alice wasn't ready to go back to work just yet, even if the next race was only in Spain, it felt a long way. She would have to talk to Sebastian about that. Luckily she had brought her little surprise to smoothen him out.
    Resting a bit on the couch after lunch, he had gone to the shed to bring back some wood inside to start up the fireplace and warm up the cabin for the evening. Now, she was getting to work. She had hidden it in her suitcase, disguising it in a black bag to not let him see the lace beforehand. She didn't usually wear lingeri, but when he had called this their honeymoon, she had spontaneously found herself inside the lingeri store of their hometown while doing some grocery shopping, and managed to hide it from him. It was a little thing, red and black... she tried not to get confused by the little laces... the thong was easy enough, and she had experience with the garter... the garter belt however and the stockings... she heard some footsteps from the living room, and quickly picked up her things to hide in the bathroom, to not spoil the surprise.
    So many laces, she felt naked even as the clothing pieces were coving up her body, piece by piece. He would definitely be able to see her whole body still. The fabrics closest to her skin were red, and the transparent chemise garment hanging from her bra like a little dress, covered her up with black. It helped a bit with not feeling as exposed, but she was feeling more shy in lingeri than fully naked. And if she was struggling so much to put it on, how was he going to get it off her?
    Adding a bit superficial make-up, red lips and lined eyes, she did a final checkup of the outfit... she would have to sell it better, she would have to feel sexy, if this was going to pay off. The little stockings running up her legs to the garter belt... she didn't like the see-through panties not at all protecting her modesty, the bra not helping either, but hopefully Sebastian would like it. Damn it, she was starting to sweat.
    She opened the window and waved the garment of her torso a bit around. She could no longer hear Sebastian from the living room, instead the noises were coming from outside. How much wood was he planning on burning? She would have to wait for him, but at least the fresh air was soothing her nerves and she could do a bit fine tuning to the make-up that she had rushed through.

    After waiting for what felt like too long time to get wood from a shed just outside the cabin, Alice got impatient, covered herself up with a robe and ventured out to check on Sebastian. The wood had been placed by the fireplace, but the fire had not been started and he wasn't to be seen by it. Opening the garden door and stepping out on the terrace, he wasn't there either, she had to grab her flipflops and go around to check the shed. The door was open, but the noise was coming around another corner, and she saw his sweaty back by a large table.
    "What on earth are you doing?", slightly annoyed, she probably sounded more shrill than intended.
    "You'll never guess what I found," he tapped on the table, and turned around to face her.
    The smirk was swiped off his face and his eyes widened, as she let the robe fall off her shoulders, "Hello."
    "W-what are you wearing?", he took a step back against the table, which only charmed her by getting the baffled reaction she had wanted. It was kind of worth the struggles of getting there.
    "Just a little something I picked up."
    He reached his hand forward for her, and she dropped the robe to the ground to take it. "You look very... uhm... yeah...," she got close to him as he searched for the word, "... cold."
    "Cold?", leaning away from him, giving his chest a disapproving brush. And a kiss on her cheek followed, while he held her around her waist. Okay, she was cold. "What did you find?"
    "I don't remember," his hand moved from her waist to down her thighs, and he grabbed onto her, lifting her up in his arms like she was nothing, "Let's go."
    He took a few steps back to the cabin, but she tapped out on his shoulder, "Nooo, what did you find?"
    He gave her a heavy, heavy sigh, and threw her slightly up in the air to re-balance her in his arms, as he walked back on the table, placing her on it. "A ping pong table!"
    "A ping pong table?", she looked back at the worn off stripes with the net barely hanging on.
    "And they got the whole set too, bats and balls!", he was so excitedly showing her his findings. Maybe he didn't want to go home after all.
    She jumped off the table and brushed the dirt and dust off the thighs, "You already set it all up... was that what was taking so long?", walking back to pick up the robe and cover herself back up as the cold was starting to get to her, as he had pointed out.
    "I thought we could play for a bit... but now I got something else on my mind," he came up behind her and picked her up again, a little less easily, but it didn't stop him from hustling and rushing back inside with her.
    "You're quite strong for such a slender man."
    "Shh, or I'm going to drop you." His tongue was showcasing his exertion, sticking out over his lips and getting a bite by every step.
    She did want to tease him a little and sucked onto his neck, making him release an involuntary giggle.
    "Why do you always pick me up?"
    The little grin stayed on his face as he was smiling through his words, "Because it's funny. You are so easy to sweep off your feet, and then you just fall into my arms like you are meant to be carried."
    "Put me down, I want to pick you up. See what all the fuzz is about," she tried waving her legs about, but he had a better hold of her than he had otherwise pretended to.
    "I think we have already established that you don't have a body for physical labour," he was slightly mocking her, only making her more eager to prove him wrong.
    She rolled her eyes and threw her head back with a groan, "Come on, let me try."
    "Too late," he had already made it to the bedroom and was slightly out of breath as he placed her on the bed. That went quicker than expected, but now she had him to herself, and he was very eager, the way he was disrobing her and inspecting her new outfit. He did seem quite pleased by it, his hand moving around and over her body to feel every part, warming her back up. With the bow between her breasts, she felt like a present ready to be unwrapped, and she just laid back and enjoyed it.
    "You look so sexy but...," his hands moved up over her breasts, "Doesn't it hurt to have your breasts pushed up like that?", pushing them up a bit himself.
    She felt his hands and held them as they still held her breasts, "Not really. I can barely feel it when I'm lying down."
    Moving closer, he kissed her neck as his hands moved around her shoulders and pulled her towards him, "Come, sit up. Let me have a look." As she was sitting up in front of him, he leaned slightly back to get a better look at her, but his fingers still couldn't stop touching her, just a little. "Wauw. Look at that." Grabbing her breast again, a rather tight squeeze, his eyes were full of the sparkles shining on his face. If she was a present, it was Christmas for him. "Now, how do I get this thing off you?"
    "You can unhook the stockings from the-the garter belt, to get the thong off," she lifted her leg to his waist, showing off her thigh, but once again he was distracted.
    "T-thong? It's a thong? I didn't get a proper look at that. Roll over." She could quickly roll around herself, but his hands kept guiding her into position, exactly how he would like her presented for his enjoyment. Feeling up the naked skin of her buttock, and giving the string from the thong a snap against her, she could hear the excitement even in his voice. "Holy shit."
    It was so comfortable to just lie on the bed and letting him touch her anyway she wanted, if not for the anticipation and his building eagerness, she could spent quite some time like this.
    After the snap and his continued, groping, there was something wet on her buttock, feeling quite foreign to the feel of his hands, and she moved to catch a glimpse of whatever the hell he was doing now, "Did you just... lick my butt cheek?"
    "It was either that or a bite. I think I lost myself for a moment." He was having too much fun exploring this new garment, perhaps she should have gotten one for him too.
    "Do that again and watch what happens," pretending to be bothered, she tried to provoke him to in fact do it again, so she would have an excuse to finally jump on him.
    Even if it was no lick or bite, it was definitely his lips that was touching her buttocks. He simply couldn't help himself anymore. "Oh yeah, what are you going to do about it?"
    "I'll take it off," mimicking trying to reach around her back an unhook her bra, he was quicker than her.
    "Not without me, you ain't," swiftly grabbing her waist, he pulled her back around and she just as joyful as him, followed along, letting her body be moved by him.
    As soon as he had gotten the instructions, it really wasn't a struggle of him to remove her clothing. Not that he was in a hurry, but he had a clearer understanding of taking it off than she had putting it on. And finally she got to lie against his own bare skin with hers. He was quite sticky, and she was sweating too, but him being so close, the work he had been doing outside was pretty clear from his odour. He didn't stink... but it was noticeable. But not to him.
    Stopping for a moment from writhing against her, he lifted himself up, searching for her eyes with his own being deep and somber, "You look beautiful."
    "As do you," kissing his cheek, she was starting to be the one the most eager, feeling up and down his backside, even touching him would get her aroused. "I like your back."
    "My back?", the confused look on his face, hiding both bemusement and curiosity.
    Massaging from his shoulders to his hips, she wanted to feel all of him, "The way it tenses up and I can feel all the movements in my palms... how your body uses your muscles on top of me."
    "I like your skin... how ticklish you are...," his fingers first starting at her chin, they were slowly travelling more and more south, and indeed tickling her, as she felt his breath against his face by every word, "... so sensitive and reactive, when I touch you... like this...", and then his fingers founded their desired location between her legs.
    "That's... that's the nerve... endings...", struggling to get the words out, he kept pleasuring her while her own fingers were digging into his back.
    He didn't even need an invitation, she was ready. And then it was just a return to the smooth sailing with the waves he was motioning through her body.

    Laying together in ecstasy, the bed was kept in motion by their heavy breaths. Sebastian was stroking her thigh as her leg still laid clad over him. He took her hand and kissed up her arm, as her eyes observed his every move. The feeling of being loved by him, having her body being loved by him... it was better than the sex itself.
    "It's extraordinary...", his low and soft voice broke her thoughts, as he looked to regain contact.
    "Hmm?", she hadn't been quite attentive to his words, in fact just focusing on his body too. So much focus on bodies.
    "The things your body can do, when you are in pleasure...," his hands continued their journey around her body, "... the way your hips move... your abdomen pulsing for more... the way your nipples become erect, begging to be sucked on. And then there are the little noises coming from your lips," he let his thumb slip inside her mouth and felt her tongue as she sucked on him. Just as quickly pulling it out, and replacing it with his own tongue. He was starting to get close to her again, seemingly having unfinished business.
    She gave his chest a little shove before he could ger her going again. "You know what else it can do? Sleep." She rolled away from him and hugged the pillow, getting ready to rest, but those hands wouldn't stop stroking her naked skin.
    "Let's go again," he was practically hanging over her shoulder, begging for more.
    She did feel quite ticklish at his attempts trying to get her back in the zone, but something was calling for her more, "Already? I'm tired."
    "I want you so bad...," chuckling to get the sentence out, "... my cock hurts."
    "Yes, I can feel that." He was practically poking at her. It wouldn't be terrible to have another round, when he was so aroused and turned on by her. "Alright, quickly then."
     It seemed just as fast as she had agreed to fool around again, he took a step back (figuratively) from her, "We can just wait, if you're really tired. What do you want for dinner?", trying to change the subject even.
    She was a bit baffled at how quickly he was willing to move on after her slight rejection, but appreciated his acceptance nonetheless. She would have had sex with him again if he wanted to, she didn't mind it as much as he perhaps had thought. But the topic change didn't matter to her either. "We have a lot of things we need to use, so we don't have to take them home with us tomorrow. I can rustle a bunch of vegetables together in the oven with cream, and the boil some potatoes. I'll get to it later, okay?"
    "No, you just rest. I'll have a look at it. You need your energy for the ping pong match we have scheduled later." He kissed the top of her head before covering her up with her blanket. Her cheeks felt warm and rosy, as he got himself dressed, closed the curtains as if he had been tucking her in for her afternoon nap. But that was in fact what he had been doing.
    "Sebastian?", stopping him just before he shut the door, "Can you lie with me for a moment?"
    He practically jumped back into the bed, with a smile on his face and a tongue sticking out as he aimed into position. But quite aware that it was not an invitation for more smooching, he laid down behind her and held her in his arms. That was the kind of tucking in she needed to fall asleep.
    "I love you," letting the curly hair of his forearm tickle her lips as she gave him a kiss. He did still smell. Maybe she could force him to take a shower later... if she took it with him.
    "This sweet talking is not going to get you out of playing ping pong, you know," judging by the way he was spooning up her, it felt like he was about to fall sleep and forget it himself. But he had been so excited, and she didn't want the fun to end just yet.
    "Oh, I'll play. As long as you don't act like a sore loser when I beat your ass," nudging her behind against him.
    He rapidly sat up in the bed, and the excited look returned to his face, lighting up the otherwise darkened room by his wide eyes, "Whoah, are those fighting words? Oh, it's on. I gotta go warm up!", he jumped just as quickly off the bed, and just as quickly spinning back around on his feet to give her a kiss on the forehead, "After dinner." He left her to her rest with a closed door to not disturb her.
    She was slightly annoyed at herself for needing these regular naps and sometimes prolonged sleeps, to keep up with his high energy levels. It hadn't felt like an issue before, but they were doing more things and spending more time together. Maybe she was getting old. Perhaps it was a good thing F1 would come back again soon, so he would have something to channel all that energy into. But she loved every second she got to spend with him, and felt grateful he wanted her just as much.