This Ain't A Fairytale- Lando Norris

18. The sign on your heart says it's still reserved for me

"Can I help you with something?" Hannah laughed sleepily.

She hadn't even realised that Lando was awake, he'd still been snoring quietly in her ear a few minutes ago, chin resting on her shoulder and his arms wrapped around her.

She'd been quite content, letting him get some much needed sleep, and enjoying the feeling of being in his arms again after they'd spent so much time apart.

But now it seemed he was awake, and only had one thing on his mind.

His hands roaming over her bare skin under the duvet, lips already finding their way to the sensitive skin on her neck in a way she just knew was going to leave a mark.

"No." Her murmured against her skin. "I'm quite happy right where I am."

"I can tell." She smirked, his grip on her waist tightening a little as he pulled her closer towards him, feeling something very hard behind her.

"It's not that often I get to wake up next to my smoking hot, naked, wife with no danger of interruption. " He pointed out. "I fully intend to make the most of it."

"Oh really?" She twisted around in his arms so she could face him, hooking one leg over his hip.

He still looked half asleep, the curls on his head and absolute mess from her fingers raking through them the night before. She had a feeling if he carried on she'd be doing the same again in a minute.

Not that she'd be complaining....

One hand found its way to cradle her face as he kissed her. It was soft, a lot less frantic than the night before, and something she'd really missed. She couldn't remember the last time they'd woken up together without one of them in a hurry to get somewhere. It was definitely a moment to savour.

She twisted her fingers into his hair, shifting her body as though she could somehow get even closer to him, even though there wasn't any space left between them to begin with.

A quiet moan escaped him at the action, his hips rolling up towards hers, pressing himself against her.

She giggled as he flipped them, all those hours in the gym making it light work, leaving her sat straddling him.

The way he looked up at her made her even more flushed than she already had been. It was the same look he'd given her the first time, even with all the years that had passed, he still looked at her like she was the best thing he'd ever seen, like he was trying to commit her to memory.

And in a way, he was.

How many nights had he spent alone in a hotel room, halfway across the globe, fantasising about this? He didn't even want to know the answer to that particular question.

The answer was an embarrassing amount.

She leant forward to kiss him again, his hands trailing down her back and over the curve of her ass, sending a shiver down her spine.

His hips bucked upwards again involuntarily, causing Hannah to let out a loud moan. She looked down to see a proud smirk on Lando's face.

It was the same one he'd had on his face the night before. The one that made her stomach twist at the thought.

His hands found their way to her hips, supporting her as she lifted herself up just high enough to line them up, before sinking down onto him, the two of them moaning in unison.

It all got a bit frantic after that, neither of them having the restraint to take their time. They'd both been deprived for far too long.

Hannah braced her hands against the muscles of his sculpted chest, rolling her hips in an even faster rhythm. He'd kept his grip on her hips, helping to guide her, but eventually he'd given into temptation and quickly flipped her over so she was pinned underneath him.