Corrode - [Charles Leclerc]

𝙏𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙤

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

          Charles was careful when he lifted her up, causing a giggle to escape her lips. "We have to be quiet, the boys are sleeping". She muttered, her fingers moving into his hair in the nape of his neck as he carried her through the hallway. "They're upstairs". Charles replied, kissing her lips again. "They won't hear a thing". He grinned and it caused her to swat his chest, knowing they shouldn't disturb their night. He gently let her to the floor to close the door of their bedroom behind them, his hands drawing her close next and he gazed into her eyes. "Je t'aime beaucoup, mon amour". Charles softly said, his fingertips gliding over her cheek and the corners of her mouth curled upwards at his words. "I love you too". She hummed, her eyelids fluttering when he kissed her again, and now it was a real kiss, not the rushed, 'hello' or 'goodnight' pecks. She stood on her tippy toes to reach his lips properly, her palms wandering from his shoulders to the back of his neck to weave her fingers in his raven strands again. Charles let out a low moan against her lips, his tongue finding hers when he deepened the kiss.

Joanne felt the electricity sparkling up her spine, goosebumps rising upon her limbs even though she felt the temperature in the room rising, tension thickening each time their lips brushed over each other's. Joanne let her hands wander down his firm chest, finding the hem of his shirt and she rolled it upwards, indicating she wanted it off his body. Charles briefly parted from her, her lips red and swollen. He did what she longed from him and he swung his shirt over his head. Never would there be a day that she wasn't going to be impressed by his amazing physique. Her hands felt warm on his abdomen and he took them in his, pressing kisses to the back of her knuckles before he did the same to her, finding the hem of the knitted sweater she had been wearing and he pulled it up and over her head. Joanne reached back for the bed, slowly making her way to the middle. He hovered over her, the kiss he pressed to her lips making the butterflies flutter around in her stomach. She let her hair fall back when she leaned on her elbows, her eyes closing when he started to attach his lips to her neck.

His nose caught a whiff of her perfume, which added only more to the attraction he already felt for this gorgeous woman. Charles left soft kisses on her skin, hearing her breath hitch in her throat when he reached the sensitive part that covered her pulse. He sat up on his knees, undoing the button of her denim skirt and he pulled the zipper down so he could pull the piece of clothing fully away from her. Joanne shivered at the cool air of the opened windows that breezed over her naked skin, but his hands radiated the heat to her body and she was happy that he hovered over her again, keeping her close. His palms cupped her baby bump, his thumb rubbing in slow circles over her skin. Charles kissed her once more while he reached under her back and unclasped her bra. Joanne let the straps slide down her arms and he smiled at her, at her naked beauty when she dropped her bra to the floor. Her breasts were slightly fuller than they were before, and he thought the must be a little more sensitive as well. Charles was gentle when he touched them. Joanne held her breath a little when the sweet tingles shot through her veins when his fingertips teased her hardened nipples.

His touch was soft, nearly featherlight, his kisses following over her collarbones and down to the swell of her cleavage. Joanne let out a soft moan when his tongue moved over her nipple, kissing down the valley between her breasts. She smiled at him when he spend time to kiss her stomach. Charles straightened himself as he reached for a pillow and he lifted her legs to push it under her bum. The strain on her lower back relieved when he moved her legs over his shoulders and he leaned forward to kiss down her thighs. His fingers hooked into the lace of her panties, his kisses following the skin that revealed to him when her panties were out of the way. Joanne watched him as the muscles rippled under his skin when he pushed himself up, stripping from his jeans and he smiled at her, hovering over her again to kiss her. "Comfortable?". Charles asked and she nodded. He nuzzled his nose against hers before he kissed down her body again, moving his mouth to the insides of her thigh. Joanne held her breath when his mouth covered her core. Her eyes fluttered close and her brows furrowed together.