[3] MARANELLO || C. LECLERC

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CAMILLE

I lay beside Charles, my chest heaving up and down as my breathing began to regulate after our second round of sex in thirty minutes. I was so in love with this man, and the sound of his gentle mutters as he tried to catch his breath sent shivers up my spine. I wanted to do it again, and again, and again. There was something so delightful about the feeling of him  being inside of me. His movements were always so loving, his kisses so soft and meaningful, the feeling of his fingertips pressed against my waist forcing goosebumps to rise over my arms.

"That was unbelievable," Charles turned his face so that he was looking in my direction, his fingers tracing circles across my stomach and cautiously lifting them towards his chest. I wanted more; I wanted to feel him again and to come as he begged me to. "Mon amour..."

"I love the way you make me feel," I shook my head as my eyes closed, the thought of Charles' careful words causing my stomach and thighs to burn again. He was always so gentle with me. "I love you so much."

Charles rolled over and allowed me to bury my face into the crook of his neck, the bare skin of our chests touching ever so slightly. Moments like this were my favourite; we were connected in ways that felt so amazing, the intimacy only increasing as the seconds passed, Charles' fingers brushing over my back. The sensation which rushed through my veins caused my chest to arch forwards and press against his, another soft mutter passing over my lips. I shook my head; I was so desperate for more because I felt so in love with Charles right now than I had done before. I couldn't believe that after everything we went through during the summer break, we were okay and our relationship survived the period of conflict we endured. I was so happy now and the ring on my finger only caused my heart to burst a little bit more whenever I thought about my fiancé.

"I can't resist you," Charles shook his head as my back hit the mattress again, his fingers gliding up the sides of my body. I shivered with delight as his lips latched onto my burning skin, open mouthed kisses falling all across my body. The goosebumps on my skin were prominent, my heart pounding out of my chest at the thought of sharing even more intimate time with Charles. "I love you."

Charles used two of his fingers to tease my folds once again, but this time, at an awfully slow pace. I groaned whilst shaking my head no, placing my hands firmly against his chest. Charles smirked against my skin as he pulled his fingers away, instead focussing on leaving sweet kisses all over my face and my jaw. I whimpered in frustration, shaking my head as my arms wrapped around his neck, Charles trailing his fingers across my navel and towards my thighs. I let out a shaky exhale when his warm lips focussed attentively on my chest, my head spinning as I became a little breathless.

We arrived back from the Amber Lounge party just after one A.M., saying our goodnight wishes to my family, Max's and Lando's, before heading to many of the other drivers. Charles didn't lie to me when he told me how badly he wanted to make love to me, and as soon as we stumbled through the door of our hotel room, he was so determined to make me feel as good about myself as possible. His movements were always so perfect and it didn't take a lot for me to become totally addicted to everything he did to me.

"God, you're so wet," Charles' words were like a muffled mess as he opened his mouth to speak. He dragged his fingers across my thighs, lifting himself up so that our faces were close again, our noses touching. Carefully, Charles used his first two fingers to enter me again and I shivered at the sensation of my walls stretching. I couldn't get enough of him tonight. "You are so beautiful. I'll never get over how beautiful you are."