“Shhh” Lewis whispered softly into her ear, his voice warm and gentle, as he slowly slid the last piece of her clothing from her shoulders. His hands were steady, careful, as if he wanted to savor every moment, memorizing every detail of her body. She shivered slightly at his touch, her skin tingling as he brushed his fingertips along her arms, guiding her to relax fully in his embrace. He pressed a light kiss against her shoulder up to her neck, his lips soft and comforting, his breath warm against her skin. Simone’s heart pounded, leaning into the moment, feeling the closeness between them deepen.
A soft giggle escaped from Simone’s lips, and quickly covered her mouth when she felt the playful nip of Lewis's teeth against her neck, her cheeks flushing with a mix of surprise and excitement. She closed her eyes, trying to steady her breath, but it became harder when she felt the warmth of Lewis’s lips trail down her stomach dropping wet and hot kisses. His breath, hot and steady, sent a shiver up her spine as he moved with slow, deliberate care.
Her body responded instinctively, her muscles tightening in anticipation, and she felt a warmth spread through her as he kissed along her skin, each press of his lips sending sparks of electricity through her. It was an intimate, almost overwhelming sensation, and Simone found herself unable to control the soft gasp that escaped her mouth. Her chest rose and fell with each shallow breath, her heart pounding in her ears.
She opened her eyes and looked at Lewis, biting her lower lip as she watched what he was doing to her body. She gently traced her fingers along the lines of his face, her touch soft and lingering her gaze wandered down, taking in the strength and definition of his toned body and tattoos, Dios mío.
“Beautiful” she whispered.
Lewis’s lips moved slower, the sensation of his breath against her skin so close, yet still teasingly distant, that it made her feel more exposed, more connected to him than ever before. His touch was gentle, he was savoring every moment, every inch of her. His fingers trailed gently along her skin, tracing the delicate lines of her stretch marks with care and tenderness. She felt a warmth spread through her as she watched him.
Her hands instinctively moved to his shoulders, gripping lightly, as her breath hitched. Her stomach tightened with nerves, but it wasn’t fear—no, it was something deeper, something that came from feeling truly seen, truly desired, in a way she hadn’t let herself feel before. As his lips traced the path lower, her mind swam with emotion, feeling the pull of everything between them.
She bit her lower lip, her eyes closed, as she let herself fall into the rhythm of the moment, losing herself to the sensation of his touch and the intensity of their connection. Lewis look up at her he kissed and licked her again up to her breast and played with her nipple with his tongue, a moan escape Simone’s mouth as he continues he watched Simone body arch, a breathy gasp escaping her. Lewis had to wonder how on earth she was so soft, how her skin was as smooth as silk.
A deep, involuntary sound of pleasure escaped him as he closed his lips around one nipple, while his fingers danced softly over the other. As Lewis continued, his hand ventured down her abdomen, tracing a path towards the epicenter of her yearning. In a fluid motion, his fingers found their way, exploring her essence with a gentle reverence “Already wet for me, part your legs let me see you” he whispered to her ear.
Simone followed immediately, she parted her legs wider, she just swallowed when she felt Lewis’s finger on her wetness, Lewis moved away on top of her and quickly positioned his face in front of her womanhood Lewis trailed his finger through hers, another moan escape on her lips when she felt his hot breath, the first touch of his tongue made her squirm.
“Fuck*ng beautiful, Mi Amor”
“L-Lewis” she called, her cheeks were flushed, her lips were puffy from their kiss, and her eyes were blown wide as she stared at him “Come on”
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Death of a Bachelor
RomanceMarriage was never important to Lewis Hamilton. Despite how many women who had come and gone in his life, he couldn't imagine himself settling down or having a family. To him, marriage was a nightmare, a poison, a commitment that trapped you no matt...