Corrode - [Charles Leclerc]

𝙑𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙧𝙤

WARNINGS: sexual scene (do not read when under 18, this is your own responsibility. Do not be immature about it)

         Joanne made Charles lay back on the bed as she crawled over him to straddle his hips. His shirt had come off by now, which she was glad about, and her hands roamed over his muscled frame while they kissed once more. His tongue invaded her mouth, stroking her own and she moaned softly against his lips. His hands seemed to be everywhere, squeezing her delicate skin and causing the goosebumps to rise upon her limbs. Joanne's fingers tugged on the roots of his raven hair again and the grunt he let out in response send a wave of arousal straight to her core. Her hips automatically rolled down on him, creating the friction they were both desperate for. Charles' fingertips dug into her hips, feeling the soft lace of her underwear next and he playfully squeezed her bum. He rested his head back against the pillows of the bed when her lips covered his neck, nibbling softly on his skin and her tongue glided over the gentle bitemarks she left. Charles harshly bit on his lower lip when he felt himself growing hard against the zipper of his slacks.

Her touch felt intoxicating when her palms continued to glide over his abdomen. Joanne kissed his smooth and supple skin down his stomach, starting to unbuckle the belt around his slacks and pulling the zipper down. Charles lifted his hips to let her pull his clothing down and out of the way. He felt a strong urge to flip them over, pin her down on the bed, however his thoughts were blurry when he felt her hot breath fanning over his lower abdomen and her palm wrapped around his erected shaft. Charles' eyelids fluttered when her hand started to stroke him slowly, her grip firm and pleasurable and it made him clench the material of the duvet in his fists. He looked at her through hooded eyes when she sat up and moved her hair over one shoulder to get it out of the way. His eyes rolled back when he felt her velvet mouth around the head of his cock, her tongue stroking along when she took more of him. "Fuck, Joanne". Charles grunted loudly, his abdomen tensing.

He closed his eyes now, humming as she continued to use her hand and her mouth at the same time. Joanne felt more confident each time she drew a moan from his throat. She took it slow, moving her head down more as her tongue stroked the thick vein on the underside. "Stop, stop, I don't want to come now". Charles grunted, shivering when her mouth let go of him with a pop. "Get up here". He growled, making her sit up with raised eyebrows. "Come". His hands motioned for her to come closer and she crawled over him again. She gasped when he pulled her to his face, her knees and thighs next to his head.  "Fucking gorgeous". Charles muttered to himself and she leaned her hands against the headboard of the bed while she watched him press kisses to her thighs, kissing the stretchmarks and discolorations of her skin. He moved her panties aside and she was trembling slightly with anticipation as she felt his hot breath on her core. She was about to let out a desperate mewl when he flattened his tongue against her and dragged it up to her nub of nerve endings.

Joanne nearly collapsed right there and she remembered to hold herself up slightly. He repeated the action a couple times, savoring her taste on his tongue before he buried his head deeper between her thighs. She whimpered in response, letting her head fall back in her neck and one of her hands moved to his hair. He supported her by her waist as his tongue swirled around her clit, sending sparkles up her spine as her thighs were shaking already. "O-oh, my god". She choked out and he hummed back before lightly sucking her bundle of nerves into his mouth. Joanne couldn't resit the urge to gently move her hips down on his tongue, feeling it teasing her entrance and she was burning up from the inside, feeling her orgasm so close. Charles listened to her sounds becoming desperate and he flattened his tongue against her once more. She let out the most beautiful whimpers when she came, her legs slightly shaking with intensity. Joanne got off his face, leaning down to kiss him again, not really caring he just pleasured her. Charles grunted softly when she sat up and moved her panties down her legs, unclasping her bra and he took a moment to look at her naked beauty.