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He wins in Monza!
Tears begin to flood my eyes as a I watch Charles lift his trophy high above his head and the sound of the Tifosi fills the air around me. The cheering, the chanting, the shouting - there is no podium like a Monza podium. He stands on the top step, pride all over his face, beaming down at his team. After Monaco, I didn't think I could feel any prouder but right now the feeling is overwhelming.
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I push the door of our hotel room open and immediately kick my shoes off. Turning around, I see Charles mimicking my actions. He slowly walks towards the bed and lowers himself down, letting out a sigh of relief.
"I know you're tired, but winners should celebrate," I say, leaning my back against the wall and slouching slightly.
"And we will...when I find the ability to stand up," Charles whispers back, seemingly getting more comfortable on the sheets.
"I bet I could get you off the bed," I tease.
He lifts his head slightly so he can make eye contact and nods to me, "Yeah?"
"You have your trophy...and your medal..." I begin.
"Mhmm," he hums along.
"But you have one more prize..."
"And what would that be?" he questions.
A smirk plays across my lips as I take my time to answer, letting his curiosity grow.
"Me," I finally reply.
Charles chuckles lightly. "Baby, you're already mine."
"Yes, but tonight I want to show you just how proud I am," I explain, twirling the ends of my hair in my fingers.
"How?" he asks, his eyes now closed as he remains in his comfortable position.
I let silence invade the space between us while I think of the right words. This prompts him to sit up again slightly so he can see me.
"You can do whatever you want to me."
That was all it took for Charles to heave himself off the bed and quickly close the gap between us. I smirk once more and open my mouth to speak before he can.
"I told you I could get you off the bed!" I rejoice.
His eyes scan my body, meeting my gaze once again, but he does not mirror my joy, instead he looks lustful.
"And now we're both going back to that bed," his voice barely above a whisper. I daren't reply, waiting impatiently for his next words. "Take your clothes off, baby." He orders. I obey and slowly begin removing my dress and underwear, until I'm left in my most vulnerable state. But I don't feel vulnerable, in fact I feel completely and utterly safe sharing every part of myself with the man in front of me.
"Lie on the bed," he demands. I slowly walk towards the bed, feeling his gaze on me the entire time. I don't think Charles has ever spoken to me like this but...I think I like it.
Lowering myself to the soft, silky sheets, I return my gaze to his, giving him a sweet smile. I still don't think I can open my mouth to muster any words. Neither does he as he begins lifting his shirt over his head, revealing his body underneath. If anyone would ever ask me to explain what Charles looks like naked, I would say he was carved by the Gods, but I don't think even that would do him justice.
Next, his trousers fall to the floor and his socks come off. He's still adamant not to break eye contact and I can feel butterflies building inside me at the intensity of the situation. Finally, he slips off his boxers and he is just as vulnerable as I am. He steps closer to me, my body itching at the anticipation of being touched.
He lowers himself down and holds himself up with arms, one of either side of my head. I can feel his hot breath on my skin and in the moment, I swear I can hear his heartbeat. His mouth finally meets mine and our lips move in sync, filling me with warmth and content. But my body is still yearning for him. I need more of him.
As if he can hear my thoughts, he begins kissing down my neck, collarbone and stomach, until he reaches my legs. Slowly caressing the inside of my thighs with his mouth, I feel the butterflies inside me intensify and I know it won't be long until I'm practically begging him to do something.
"You're so beautiful," he mutters, standing up again so he can view me fully. And then, without any warning, he lunges forward and slides his tongue over my folds, causing an unexpected gasp to fall from my mouth.
"Mmm" he hums into me as he sucks and glides his tongue, knowing all the tricks to set me off.
"Charles," I moan as my hands cling to his hair, pulling his head closer. My thighs begin to squeeze him as he dedicates his delicate movements to my clit. "Oh my God," I'm louder now, unable to suppress it any longer. "Are you going to cum for me, baby?" he asks, whilst momentarily ceasing his actions and my joy.
"Don't stop, Charles," I say, shaking my head.
"I don't think it's time yet," says, removing himself completely and standing upright at the end of the bed.
"Charles!" I practically shout, confused as to why he would stop.
"Not yet," he replies calmly, locking his eyes with mine once more and I know he wants me to obey him. No problem. I enjoy obeying him.
Quickly and swiftly, Charles grabs my body, one hand on either side of my waist and flings me round carelessly, so I'm now facing the bed and he is stood directly behind me. I gasp slightly at the abruptness of the position I find myself in. I can no longer see his intense, enticing eyes.
Still holding onto me, he pulls me back strongly and I feel his cock rub against me from behind. He lets out a raspy breath before composing himself and massaging up and down my legs. I am physically aching at this point. He's just ripped my pleasure away and now has the audacity to tease me.
"Charles, I need you," I beg.
"You need me to what?" he replies confidently. This man.
"I want you."
"You want me to what, baby?"
I internally sigh but I know what he wants from me.
"I want you inside me, Charles," I say, practically whining the words. I feel his grip tighten and I know I've given him what he wants.
Without another word, he runs his fingers over my pussy and I moan into his touch.
"So wet, baby," he mutters, and I can hear the smile on his face.
Removing his fingers, I sense that I'm about to get what I want and I feel his tip slide against me steadily. A few more strokes and I don't know how much longer I can wait.
"Please, Charles," I beg once more.
Following my words, he lines himself up and pierces my wet core. He inserts himself slowly until his entire length is inside me. We both moan simultaneously, letting me know he feels just as good as I do right now. He lets me adjust to his length for a moment, lifting one hand to brush my lower back.
"Such a good girl, taking it all," he praises me. I have to hold myself back from cumming right here and now.
His thrusts are slow and even, finding a rhythmic pace that we both enjoy. His moans fill the air whilst I mutter under my breath at how good he feels inside me. After a while, he begins to speed up his movements and increase his strength too. He's practically pounding into me now, the sound of skin on skin filling the room.
"Oh, Charles, it feels so good," I tell him.
Leaning down to kiss the small of my back, he responds, "You're such a good girl."
His movements continue to intensify and I can feel my climax building and increasing quickly.
"Can I cum for you?" I plead, stuttering over my words as he dives into me repeatedly.
"Yes, baby. You can cum for me now."
I let go and release onto his cock, a loud moan escaping my lips but I do not care. He needs to know how good he makes me feel.
"Good girl," he coos, his thrusting now sloppy and rough.
"You take me so well," he murmurs in between gasps and groans, and eventually, he releases inside me and I can feel his cum filling me.
Charles throws himself down next to me and I inch closer so I can rest my head on his chest. I feel him plant a kiss on my forehead and he sighs contently.
We lie there for a while until we've both caught our breath back and I tell him I'm nipping to the bathroom to clean up. As I return, I give him a sheepish smile.
"Did you enjoy that, baby?" he asks, arms outstretched so he can pull me back towards him as I step forwards slowly and uncomfortably. "What?" he chuckles before I respond, noticing the look on my face.
"I'm gonna be honest here..." I begin, looking anywhere but at him. "It hurts to walk," I admit. Charles immediately falls into laughter before grinning wildly.
"You're so proud of yourself," I say, shaking my head.
"I've really outdone myself today," he smirks.
