A\N: This is not my style, but was being requested so...🧍🏼♀️
Amelia's POV
"What can I do to help?" Ona looked at me softly.
"Hold me?"
"You never have to ask me that twice." I smiled and she walked over picking me up. I wrapped my legs around her waist and arms around her neck. She picked me up like I weighed absolutely nothing even if I was supporting part of my weight.
I smiled looking into her eyes. I leaned down softly pressing my lips to hers as she stood in the middle of my hotel room.
"Close the door."
"The-the door?" Ona stuttered a bit.
"Only if you're ready." I whispered against her ear and she quickly carried me back towards the door and locked it.
"You're ready?"
"I am." I nodded my head as she placed me down on my back gently. Then I pushed myself up a bit and looked up at Ona ready for her to make me feel like a winner today.
I needed to feel her touch.
I wanted it more than anything.
I deserve it.
I hope she's ready.
"You're sure?"
"Are you not?"
"I just want to make sure you can handle this after your race today."
"Ona, I need you."
"So be it." Ona held herself over my body only leaning down to gently kiss my forehead then moving to my lips. Her leg found its way between my legs gently applying pressure until she made her way down.
"You are so beautiful."
Ona pulled away taking it all in for a moment.
"I think we're both wearing a bit much right now, don't you?"
"You should fix that." I smiled as she gently teased the skin against my neck. Ona's hands went smooth down the front of my body until they found their way to my shirt.
Due to the fact that I just got out of the shower, when the crewneck sweatshirt came off all would be shown.
"Are you wearing anything under this?" Ona leaned down whispering in my ears and sending shivers down my spine.
"Find out."
Ona smiled pulling it up slowly. She finally pulled it up and her facial expression changed to worried.
"Amelia...your..."
"Oh the bruises." I sighed as her hand gently brushed her finger tips over the severely bruised collarbones. F1 seatbelts leave quite the marks on someone as small as me.
"Do they hurt?"
"No. I promise I'm fine."
"I'm glad." Ona went back to gently pressing her lips against my neck.
Her left hand made its way up my abs playfully tracing the creases. Her hand finally made its way to my breast cupping it gently as she now moved from my neck to my collarbone.
Her lips laying kisses all they way until she reached my right nipple and stopped looking up at me before kissing the center of my right breasts than wrapping her lips around the sensitive nipple and flicking her tongue up against it.
This started the sensation.
I tried my best not to move under her touch, but Ona could feel my body tighten under her and she pushed her knee further into my core.
