#charles leclerc / mujer mayor

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Ferro Rosso Chapter V

Pairing: Charles Leclerc/Female reader digital artist older woman

Summary: on your mids 30’s you never imagine you’d be divorce. To help with the healing process you decide to return to you first love: digital illustration. Posting videos of your art online leads you to work for Ferrari. But you never thought it’d lead you to find somebody that’s going to bring you back to trust again in love.

Warnings: none, this one it's pretty much fluff. Some swearing.

Disclaimer: I'm sorry it took me so long to update this. I've been so busy lately. But I don't want to leave this story. This chapter it's pretty much fluff. I tried to set the grounds for what's come. These two are fighting their own demons. All errors, grammar mistakes, and misspellings are my own. English isn't my first language.

You can find all the previous chapters on my Masterlist

The first races of the season were a disaster for Ferrari. Bahrain was disappointing for the whole team. But for Charles, it was incredibly frustrating.

You would have wanted to be there to support him, but with this policy of sex, "emotional support" does not apply. This was starting to get a little complicated. Not knowing how to act in this situation was beginning to take you out of your center. And that was not right.

Finding yourself thinking about him in certain situations, staring at him when they film material for the networks, and even not responding to other men's flirtations. Nothing was right. Your first reaction: don't talk to him, text him, or start anything. Your way of protecting yourself in this new situation is for you.

Seeing it from the outside you were the wonder woman: professional, running your art studio, working for Ferrari, traveling, meeting people, and experiencing new things. Inside a battle is taking place.

The race was devastating for everyone, but Charles felt it, and it showed on his face.

After the race, a battle raged inside of you. You wanted to give him encouragement and perhaps a hug. But your work situation and your sentimental situation do not allow it.

Every time his face appears on the screens you stop yourself from running to hug him.

Up to the next race you got, holding yourself from trying to contact him.

After the race in Saudi Arabia.Charles is angry, sad, and anxious, but most of all he feels trapped. He can't and won't show how he’s feeling. He chooses quiet and privacy. Chooses the safest path. He prefers to spend time in the hotel room. Doing whatever it takes to not drown and stay positive and open to new possibilities.

Safe mode for Charles means not showing himself out of control, which he clearly doesn't know how to do when you're around him. So he chooses to step away.

The weeks off are approaching and he believes that can help not thinking about you.

Both have buried all emotions you  may have felt for each other. Or at least they both believe so.

You in your work, he in his.

On race day you stick to your tradition of having lunch alone, away from the Ferrari hospitality area. Sitting at a table, watching the pre-race fuzz from outside. Watching how people come and go, you take notes of what inspires you, and what makes you feel. Just dumping thoughts before getting back into the madness of formula one.

Professional treatment is always there. You have to have a contact for your work.

While filming footage for the Ferrari C2 Challenge, one of your teammates noticed the way Charles was looking at you. "Why is he looking at you like that? Is he looking at you? Do you notice that look?" he comments to you while he watches the images on the monitors.

You flatly deny it and continue with your work. There is so much work to be done these days, you don't have time for this.

Race time arrives, and Australia is ablaze with Formula One passion as the red lights go out and the race begins.

It does not go beyond the first lap and the number 16 Ferrari car goes off the track. The race is over for Charles. The radio goes silent for a few seconds. Until the voice of the engineer asks if he is okay. The sigh of Charles's response from the other end breaks your heart.

If you took off the sunglasses you're wearing, everyone could see your glassy eyes. It's not fair. It's all you can think of.

Charles doesn't even go through the garage, he just goes to his private room to wait for the race to finish.

The whole team has to be there for Carlos now. But you can only think of going where he is to cheer him up.

The race doesn't end well for Carlos either. Ferrari gets no points and everyone is discouraged. All that remains is to pack up and go home to recharge.

After everything is over, only the employees and those close to Ferrari remain in the hospitality area.

You are finishing coordinating the itinerary that will be filmed tomorrow for the networks, when you see Charles and Carlos go to the area where their private rooms are.

You consider the possibility check how he was.. One second, two seconds... and that's it, your emotions betray you. You take the sheet that has the itinerary for tomorrow as an excuse, and go up the stairs to his room.

On the way you don't even doubt it, but when you arrive at the door of the room, all the fears asault you. Still, you want to see how he is.

You knock on the door, footsteps are heard approaching to open.

When you look up to see who's opening the door, your blood freezes in your veins.

"Can I help you?" his girl asks you.

"Shit! when did she get here?!" your mind screams. “I…I….” Words fail you “ I came to give this to Charles… I mean Leclerc…. I mean Charles…” you suddenly forget how to speak.

“I think he’s the ingenier meeting, I can give to him for you…” she says, taking the sheet from your hands.

“Thank you…” you reply looking at her hands “oh I love your nails….” Words just ramble on out of you making no sense. 

She gracefully thanks you and you begin to walk back to leave. 

When the door starts to close and you turn around to leave and your face hits Charles’s chest.

“Y/n?! What are you doing here?” he asks you looking around. You can see on his face how upset he is. 

“ I just came to leave the schedule for tomorrow shooting…" you lower your voice in case his girl was listening “…. And to see how you are” you look up and smile.

Charles instead looks annoyed.

 “I’m fine, I’ll be on time for the filming” he says with a dry tone and walks past you like nothing. 

You turn around in shock as the door closes behind Charles. 

You feel the urge of punching the door open and ruin that pretty face of him. 

A few seconds ago you worried and sad for him and he just dismissed you. That’s fucking it. You weren’t up for this shit, for his shit. 

And that’s how this horrible day ends. 

You leave along with your coworkers with the promise of not even looking at that man again.

No one in the team is actually it’s up to go out and celebrate the few weeks away ahead. But everyone gets together for dinner at the hotel restaurant. Mechanics, engineers, hospitality staff, media team…everyone, except for the drivers.

On your way up to your room you crossed paths with Esteban Ocon. Both of you had chat around the paddock after that party in Barhain. He is a cool and friendly guy.

“You looked tired” he says walking along the hallway on the way to the elevator. 

The hallways are buzzing with f1 people preparing stuff to leave the next morning.

“I am tired..” you smike looking down at your feets while walking “...Haven’t you heard? Were the shitties team of the grid now”. 

“Oh please!” Esteban gives you a light pat on the back “ Don’t give that shit to me ok? I know what lausy teams are and Ferrari isn’t one of them. You’d be back on top in no time.” he says.

Even though you appreciate his nice gesture, you are feeling like crap at the moment and nothing it’s working to cheer you up.

Both keep walking along side each other, talking about random things and laughing until you reach the elevators.

“It’s the king of Ferrari’s shity weekend himself, Mr. Charles Leclerc” Esteban says out of nowhere

Your gaze down as he said that. Your eyes quickly loock up to find him and his girls waiting for the elevator too.

You’re modified and your face surely is showing it up, because you feel you cheeks burning. 

Charles on the other hand doesn’t even look at you, he just smiles at Esteban’s comment, shakes his hand and introduces his girl to Esteban. 

He completely ignores you. 

An awardk silences falls upon everyone as the four of you wait for the elevator’s doors open. 

You start biting your nails in a nervous gesture. You don't know why you're nervous, you're not doing anything wrong or out of the rules, but you're about to faint. Nerves, anger, embarrassment, all mixed up.

"Don't bite your beautiful nails" Esteban says as he removes your hand from your mouth.

You freeze at that. You look at Charles, and nothing, his face is blank. As if he hadn't heard anything.

You smile nervously.

When the doors open, you panic and excuse yourself by saying that you forgot something in the restaurant. You don't get on an elevator with them.

You stay in the lobby walking in circles with your nerves on edge. You don't really know why, but you know that it didn't look good.

After a few minutes you go up to your room, take your phone and start typing away a text message. 

Charle’s POV

This has all been a mistake from the start.

He’s always in control of all situations in his life.

This time it is not the case. His giving in to the instinct to be with y/n was a mistake, because now there is no turning back for him.

He started dating someone else to stop thinking about her. But everything is useless. Now she works at Ferrari and he has to see her day after day.

The "friends who have sex" deal was a mistake too. On nights when everyone goes to the hotel rooms, he only thinks about going to bed with her and he can't. He can't because of the agreement, he can't because he thinks she's fine that way, he can't because he's seeing someone else, he can't because they work together....he can't, he can't, he can't...

"Damn the moment I let her get under my skin."

Both are so tough that neither will be willing to give in to their true desires.

She had this habit of having lunch alone and away from everyone before the races. Charles managed to watch her from afar, like a hunter, or more exactly like a stalker. Sometimes through the windows of his room in the Ferrari bunker.

She is just sitting there eating her food, reading something, writing, watching how people walk past her. She looked so at peace, so free to do what she wanted without anyone caring. And he just wanted to share that with her.

Charles wants to be with her, but he's always in control, he always knows what to do, and he's sure he'll get through this.

Spending the night with her whenever they can slip away from the world is enough for him. Or it isn’t?

The races have been so bad for him, for the team, that he constantly found himself needing to share things with someone who really understood what was happening to him. And he constantly found himself looking up her name on her phone to contact her. But he always stops himself, he's not going to succumb to her, he's not going to show anything.

The season it’s crap. Everything goes wrong.

After the races it's hard to stay positive and in control.

He then asks his friends and his girl to come join him.

Everything is relatively in control.

All of that changes every time she tries to contact him.

Back in the Ferrari hospitality area after this Australian race, he meets her at the door of her private room. And the whole facade almost falls apart when she asks him how he is. She has clearly seen that his girl is with him.

His mind only thinks of not thirsting. He just answers her curtly and goes to his room, where the torture of pretending to be okay awaits.

He gets to feel better after having dinner with his girl and his friends.

Walking towards the elevator, he sees her in the distance, walking next to his friend Esteban Ocon, laughing happily chatting.

"What the hell...?" he mutters under his breath. His girl is next to him.

When the four of them arrive at the doors of the elevator, an awkward silence falls over them. Esteban dares to touch her and tell her not to bite her beautiful nails.

Every cell in his body is on fire with jealousy. But he knows that he can't do anything. And he won't do anything because he is in control of everything.

He knows that she is not comfortable because she decided not to get on the elevator with them.

On the elevator, things start to get out of hand for him.

"Chatting with the enemy?" Charles tells Esteban, who is laughing at something he is seeing on his cell phone.

"Uh? who? y/n?" Esteban answers looking at him.

Charles nods.

"Oh! We've talked a lot these days. She's nice. Maybe I'll buy some artwork from her to decorate my new apartment" he replies casually.

"You've talked a lot?...I see" Charles answers, biting his lip, refraining from asking anything else.

By the time Charles arrivesin his room, nothing is under control.

Charles is jealous. Who knows why, she's only been talking to Esteban. But even so, he no longer has control over what he is feeling. And that's not good.

The couple enters the room, the girl falls on the bed and turns on the tv.

Charles goes to the bathroom, and looking in the mirror washes his hands while he chews on his feelings.

He returns to the room, and begins to remove his bracelets and watch. His mind wanders everywhere.

Then his phone vibrates with a text message.

From: y/n

"I just went up to your room to check on you. I know it's been shitty weeks for you. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I promise to keep my distance."

Charles's eyes read the  text message.

 "Distance?, from me?" he thinks

His mind goes blank, he is purely instinct now. 

"I have an emergency meeting with my team. I'll be back in a bit." It was the last thing he said before closing the hotel room door behind him.

Already in the elevator, with his phone in his hands, he could only think that he did not want to put distance between him and her.

His feet seem to have a mind of their own when they walk towards her room.

He knocks on the door.

"I don't want distance between her and me," he thinks as he listens to her footsteps approaching to open the door.

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[bloomingpresent]

Ferro Rosso Chapter IV

Pairing: Charles Leclerc/Female reader digital artist older woman

Summary: on your mids 30’s you never imagine you’d be divorce. To help with the healing process you decide to return to you first love: digital illustration. Posting videos of your art online leads you to work for Ferrari. But you never thought it’d lead you to find somebody that’s going to bring you back to trust again in love.

Warnings: NSFW! 18+, explicit sex, penetration, swearing, protected sex, REVERSE AGE GAP. Minors do not interact.

Disclaimer: This chapter is long, mainly because I wanted to lay the foundation for what's to come. Inspired by the photos of Charles in the test days in Bahrain. He looked tired and sleepy all the time. English is not my first language. All errors are mine. Enjoy!

You can find the other chapters here in my Masterlist

That last swallow of coffee felt like a bomb in your stomach.

It wasn't just what you were seeing, but also the way that made you feel. The situation had been made clear last night: "Friends who work together and have sex." You agreed to that, you accepted it. And you were upset with yourself because what you were seeing was bothering you. So basically this was your problem.

Would you do the same? Would you appear hand in hand with your partner in front of the person you are having sex with? All you knew was that you were upset, and hearing your coworkers gossip about it was not doing you any good.

You finish your breakfast as quickly as possible, trying to put on a perfect facade. You don't try to catch eyes with him either. Inside you were trying to figure out how to deal with this.

Those feelings you didn't miss at all. This was supposed to be your time, with no commitments, and no complications about love or sex.

You leave the room with all your coworkers, and out of the corner of your eye you see that he is a few feets away, but you avoid looking at him.

The road to the circuit was not long. But for you it was like a journey within yourself: "If he only wants this from me, maybe he will have it, mainly because it's what I want too. But I won't make it easy for him, I won't mix my feelings or overthink things. And if he gets tired, I'll go back to being the same as always and just focus on not having complications."

You mentally sign that agreement with yourself.

The days are intense at work. The pre-season is hard for everyone. For you because it is a new job and you are learning a lot. Charles has behaved very professionally, greeting you like everyone else on the team, and commenting on things only about work. He hasn't texted you, but you assume it's because he's actually with her now. You haven't seen his girl in the paddock. 

Once again you are reminded of the contract you signed with yourself.

You were at the coffee station in the hospitality area, making yourself a coffee.

"Hello stranger" you hear behind you. You recognize the voice right away.

"Hello Mr. Leclerc, what can I do for you?" you answer without turning around. 

Immediately he stands in front of you trying to see your face. "I don't drink coffee but  you can help me with something else." He bends down to search your eyes with his eyes.

Damn you Charles, it's not enough that he looks gorgeous, he smells fantastic too.

You smile in an attempt to hide your discomfort. "What you are doing is not right, it's not even fair" you answer with a serious gesture. If that's his game, that's what you'll play too.

His smile fades from his lips "Is there something wrong?" he asks you.

You want to scream everything at him. But you hold back "I don't approve of flirting while I'm working" you lie to him.

"Okay" he says, taking a step back "It's fair, it wouldn't be good for either of us."

"I could be fired, I don't know what consequences it might have for you," you say ironically, taking a drink of your coffee.

He notices your tone "What do you mean?"

You just keep a blank stare. "You wouldn't get fired for having an affair at work, you're the star here."

He can't keep his gaze on you "Trust me, it wouldn't be good for me either." he says as he looks down.

You just nod. Both of you look at each other in silence for a few seconds. Your phone starts buzzing in your pocket. "I have to go, they're already calling me" you start  gathering your things from the table next to you.

"When are we going to see each other?" he asks, winking at you.

"I don't have any complications, Charles, if I can and feel like it, I can see you whenever I want" you answer looking for something in your folders.

"Okay, shall I text you tomorrow? After the party, the race promoter is having. Will you go?" he asks.

"Sure I'll go, we're all going." You put on a smile as a facade, he doesn't know you saw him with that girl.

Everything in the test week is work, and he is just focused on that. So during the day they only talk to each other if they have to and in a very professional way.

The following night is the reception that the race promoter offers for the teams and part of the press. It's a good opportunity to catch up with the other drivers and people from other teams.

Bahrain is hot during the day but at night it is much colder. So the reception takes place in a large room at the hotel, where everyone gets together to share some drinks, listen to some music, and chat. It doesn't matter the colors of each team.

He arrives along with his teammate Carlos, his coach, and his agent. Immediately they meet the other drivers and people from the team. The night promises to be relaxed and fun. In some requisition of his mind was that conversation from the day before. But no more than that.

After a few minutes, he sees you in the distance. Laughing with someone while holding a drink in hand.

He follows you with his eyes in the distance.

He is also enjoying the evening.

"Lovers' spat?" Carlos tells him as he stands next to him looking in your direction.

"Asshole, you can't keep your mouth shut can you, and no, we haven't fought and we aren't lovers" he answers her by taking a drink from his glass.

"Do you really think I was going to keep my mouth after how excited you were to meet her when you found out she was going to work at Ferrari?" Carlos laughs as Charles signals him to lower his voice tone. "You spent a month watching her TikTok videos and talking to me about her while we studied in the preseason". The reason Carlos knew about you was not that Charles told him, but because Charles had already seen you before you went to work at Ferrari.

Charles just rolls his eyes at what Carlos tells him "It's complicated. I'm not able to offer her anything that interests her."

"Did you guys have sex?" Carlos asks. Charles nods. "Did you like sex with her?" Carlos asks again.

"You are so annoying, mate!" Charles answers looking where you are and continues drinking from his glass.

"I'll take that as a yes," Carlos laughs. "What the hell is the problem, Charles? You like her, sex with her is good. Go get her, the rest will work out along the way, and if not, then stop seeing each other and that's it."What Carlos says makes sense, after all, he was waiting months to meet you and now that you are there, everything is simpler.

He keeps looking for you with his eyes until you see him. Smiling at you and toasting the air with you in the distance. 

You just smile. 

After a while, you're chatting with Esteban Ocon, you've had almost no alcohol. So you're in all your senses.

Esteban, it’s a fun guy, he doesn't drink alcohol, but he's the center of the group you're chatting with. You realize that someone stands next to you while everyone is laughing.

"Charles, my friend, I haven't seen you these days!" Esteban approaches him to greet him with a handshake and a friendly hug. You don't even look in his direction, You just stand there. 

Charles greets everyone kindly and joins the conversation. An occasional brush of the forearm, a smile. It's all his interactions.

It is already a little late, everyone begins to retire to their rooms. You say goodbye to everyone, including Charles. You walk towards the exit of the room, it is dimly lit. You get to the elevator door and wait. You don't think about him trying anything with you tonight. Not if he’s with someone else.

When the elevator door opens, Charles appears out of nowhere next to you. "Can I accompany you friend?" he tells you, biting his lower lip.

You take a breath when you see him there "Yes, maybe I might get lost" you answer.

Both enter the elevator. You press the floor you are going to, and you turn your face towards him, and he is standing behind you "What floor are you going to?" you ask him.

He takes your hand and turns you towards him "I'm coming with you" he tells you and begins to kiss your lips. 

You can't help but lose yourself in his kiss. You kiss him openly. Hands all over each other’s bodies. The hot breath in each other’s mouths as you kiss without restraint. He pushes you against the elevator wall, kissing and biting your neck. He runs his tongue over where he had bitten you before, and you moan. You really want this.

"I want you," he tells you out of breath.

"Charles I want you too" you no longer think about anything. More than feeling his hands on your body again.

He mutters something in French that you don't understand. The elevator door opens on the floor of your room, before stepping out, you check that there is no one in the hallway. Both of you get to your door. "Aren't you going to get in trouble for not making it to your room tonight?" you tell him while you look for the card key in your bag.

"Don’t worry about it" he whispers into your ear from behind while his hands run all along your tights "I need this", his hands now grab your ass and give it a squeeze,  as you try to open the door. 

You enter the room staggering and trying to remove their clothes. Laughter and groans are mixed.

You feel strange at the feeling of familiarity that Charles's body causes you. Is it the sexual chemistry that both have? All you know is that you want to unleash all those emotions that being around him every day provokes in you and that you can't express freely.

"I've missed these lips," he says, kissing and biting you.

You unbutton his pants enjoying his kisses "Just my lips?" you ask, dropping his pants to the ground.

He throws the pants aside, grabs your forearm, he turns you around, and bends you down putting your hands on the bed. Your ass is at his mercy. "This ass..." he says, touching and caressing you, his pelvis in contact with your ass. "These breasts..." he says, leaning down, his mouth on your ear and his hands squeezing your breast through the fabric of your clothing. His groin rubbing against your ass.

"Mmm, that feels delicious" you throw your head back as you lean against him enjoying the feeling of his hard cock on your ass.

He moves away. "Take off your clothes" he orders you stepping back and watching you.

You get up and start to take off your shirt, you can feel his gaze. Then you take off your pants, sliding them down, giving him a glorious view of your ass from behind. Knowing that he is watching you is exciting for you.

Charles's pupils dilate in ecstasy. You are a vision to him.

You turn to him alone in your underwear "Is this what you want?" you are definitely excited, you can feel how wet you are for him.

"No," he says moving closer to you "I want all of you," he tells you and starts sliding your panties down. You can see his hard cock through the fabric of his boxers.

When your panties are on the floor, he starts caressing your legs from your ankles and up."I want your legs..." he murmurs while running his fingers over your skin. It gives you shivers. "I want these thighs..." he continues caressing you, working his way up. When his face reaches your neck, he bites mercilessly, slides his fingers between your folds, and gently presses your clit.

You jump slightly at the feel of his fingers, and your hips involuntarily move forward in search of more friction. "Fuck Charles!" You moan in pleasure and grab his wrist trying to get him to touch you even more.

He looks into your eyes "Tell me you like what I do to you" he tells you, his eyes sparkle with passion. His fingers are now moving in circles on your clit. 

You moan, you're at the mercy of his fingers, and you love it. "I love what you do to me" you whisper in ecstasy.

He turns to your neck "Tell me you love how I fuck you" his fingers now press harder and move faster.

Your body bends in pure pleasure "Oh I love how you fuck me Charles!" your moans are already louder.

His cock begins to writhe in his boxers upon hearing what he wants to hear from you.

He looks into your eyes again "Do you want me to fuck you now?" His fingers slide inside you now.

Your pussy is practically dripping for him. You moan loudly "Yes!" you manage to tell him when you feel his fingers move in and out of you.

That is enough for him to lose all the sense of control that he had over you until now.

He kisses you while taking off his boxers. He quickly looks in his pants pocket for a condom.

You are already completely naked on the bed.

He opens the condom while he walks towards you, he reaches the bed, and you come closer and take his cock with your hand and start to fist it, he is already dripping pre cum liquids. He moans saying something in French when he feels the touch of your hand.

You understand that he is enjoying it and you don't stop. "It looks so good" you tell him, studying his cock up close"I can't help myself" you say and you take it to your mouth without hesitation.

He could cum just with that, but he grits his teeth to hold it back and enjoys the sight and your mouth tasting his cock.

Not only is the feeling of your mouth on his cock it’s exquisite, but the sounds emanating from your throat are also intoxicating for Charles. "Doll you're killing me," he whispers as he strokes his thumb across your cheek as his cock moves in and out of your mouth.

You like that feeling, you like knowing that you have some control over his pleasure, it's something new for you. Having been with a few men before you got married didn't allow you to experience much. This is your opportunity to push your limits a little further.

It doesn't take long for Charles to ask you to stop "Stop, stop now, I want to cum inside you" he tells you with his breath hitching.

You want him to fuck you, deep in some corner of your being you have been waiting for him to do it again, even if you don't want to admit it to yourself.

You slide your mouth off his member out of your mouth and lie down on the bed.

He slides the condom on his cock and leans over to you. "Open those legs for me," he asks.

You please him without question, that beautiful man is a sight. Standing there looking at you with so much desire in his eyes.

He brings his cock closer to your folds and rubs with the tip up and down your clit. That makes you moan and spread your legs welcoming him inside you again.

He slides into you all at once with a gasp.

"So good..." you gasp and lean back on the bed and lock your legs around his waist, making him even deeper inside of you.

This is so intimate, you are face to face, looking into each other's eyes while he is inside you.

He takes your face in his hands and forces you to fix your eyes on him. He begins to move.

You close your eyes to the pleasure. "No baby, don't close your eyes. Look at me" he tells you. You have nowhere to go, he is taking you to sex heaven with what he is doing.

"Don't stop looking at me, I want to see you when you cum for me" he tells you and he places on hand on the mattress and rises above you, allowing him access to your clit.

"God!" you scream when he starts rubbing your clit and fucking you. He is breaking you apart.

Charles feels your walls squeezing his cock over and over, your moans and how beautiful you look to him while he's fucking you is what he was looking for. Disarm you and disarm him too. 

He hadn't wanted someone as much as he wants you. And is terrifying, something new, an older woman, with more experience than him. It was something he had never imagined, you caught him off guard, just when he thought he would spend some time just having fun.

You have no restrictions on verbalizing how much you are enjoying yourself. Your legs push him deeper into you, nails digging into his arms. His sculpted body in front of your eyes is a  visual treat. Everything about this sexual act is from another world to you.

"Please, I don't want to cum yet," you ask him about reaching your climax.

Charles stops "Why babe?" he says breathlessly.

"Take me from behind Charles" you say caressing his face.

His pupils darken with desire as he hears you.

 "Goddess" is the only thing his mind can elaborate.

You quickly turn around and get on all fours on the bed "Take me please, make me cum" if you had any restrictions left, with that phrase everything went to hell. You no longer had control of your sexual instincts.

Not much to say or think. He slides inside you all at once, making you cry out in pleasure, your hands clutching the sheets.

He grabs your hips and begins with a maddening rhythm, the friction of his cock inside you is unbearably delicious.

"So so good babe... this is so good... pussy so good" he says incoherently.

You reach back towards your clit and start rubbing it gently, you don't want to finish before him. But you know you won't last much longer.

"Baby, I can’t..." he tells you about to explode.

Then you start to fuck yourself against his cock, pushing back each time he enters you.

"Merde babe shit shit shit" he grabs your hips tightly, his cock twitching inside you.

"Cum Charles, I want to feel you cumming inside me" you order him with a broken voice, you can't take it anymore either.

"Merde, mon Dieu, beau, je te donne tout..." he moans and starts cumming inside you.

"So gooooodddd" you squeal cumming too, his cock feels so good cumming inside you.

 You both collapse on the bed. The satisfaction that runs through your veins is delicious.

"Shit! That was exquisite" he mutters with his eyes closed.

You are on your stomach catching your breath. "I'm broken," you say with a lazy smile.

Charles smiles and looks at you again, there you are with your eyes closed, post sex, “Glowing” He thought for himself as he watched you.

You feel just like that, glowing and floating in the air.

Is this how you should feel after amazing sex? Or is this something else?

You open your eyes and look at him, he is smiling at you "Maybe you should go back to your room".

"Why?" Charles asks, propping himself up on his elbows..

You doubt for a few seconds before telling him. "I saw you yesterday with that girl at breakfast, I know you're not alone" you say, biting your lips.

He looks straight ahead, as if thinking of an answer. Then he just gets out of bed and heads to the bathroom. You stay in bed, you put on your underwear, you're already regretting what you just said.

He returns to the room, looks for his boxer and sits next to you on the bed. "I want to be honest with you." He starts talking "I started seeing her a few weeks ago. We're not dating, we're not a couple. She's not here anymore." He tells you looking into your eyes. "If you think it will be a problem for you, just say the words and we can stop seeing each other. I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable."

His honesty surprises you.

You take a deep breath "Thank you for your honesty." You really do appreciate his honesty, it's not something you're used to in your experience with men. "I don't think it's a problem for me." You say looking down "You mean I can see someone else too?" you ask tentatively.

Charles is taken by surprise by your question "Of course" he answers. At least at that moment he thinks it won't be a problem for him either.

"Okay. We have a deal then?" You tell him you offer your hand for him to shake.

He takes your hand, shakes it and then approaches your face and kisses you "We have a deal" he smiles at you.

What follows after that is hours of just sex. Some talk, but purely sex.

A few minutes before 6 in the morning, Charles wakes you up with a gentle touch on the cheek. "I'm leaving, I have training in an hour and I want to shower and have breakfast" he tells you in a sleepy voice.

You can barely open your eyes "Okay, thanks for letting me know" you smile at him sleepily.

He gives you a quick kiss on the cheek laughing "See you later firecracker".

You can hear his footsteps walking away from the bed and when the door closes and you go back to sleep.

The new deal between you and him sounds reasonable. But what if at some point the reason no longer takes part in this deal?

Smiling but sleepy after a long night

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