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cthrnschumacher · 1 year ago

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I'm Yours - Ch. 7 Slow Dancing in the Dark

Toto's POV

We exited my hotel room; I started making my way to the elevator and managed to push the call button for it to come to my floor. I stand there with Y/N in my arms. I never thought carrying someone would be calming, but her weight is soothing, and she radiates such a warmth that I could be lulled to sleep. I don't know how, but her presence drowns out the world, making it feel like it is just the two of us, and everything is in the silence of the background. It all feels right, and it's only been a few days. Every time I leave her, I yearn for the next interaction with her. I know it's still early in whatever this will be, but I need her around me. She brings such serenity into my life that I never knew it was something I needed. Mindlessly, I enter the elevator and push the button to the parking garage. Taking a second to see how Y/N is, I see she is in the lull of sleep, but she still remains slightly aware of her surroundings; her breathing is shallow and steady. I kiss the top of her head; her reaction to my little gesture causes her to snuggle closer into my arms, purring out my protective nature to shield her from the world.

The elevator dings, pulling me from our bubble, and the doors slide open to the garage. I make a beeline to my car to maintain our closed-off world. On my way there, I try to nudge Y/N softly, "Y/N…..Y/N…. hey, we are at my car; I'm going to have to let down now, okay." I feel her head nod in acknowledging my next step. We reach my car, and I keep my grasp on her thighs but start to lower myself, almost like I'm squatting to allow her feet to touch the ground. Assuring that she is stable, I allow myself to stand straight again, pulling her towards me and keeping her close. This will enable me to reach into my pocket for the car's key fob to open the trunk and place her backpack there. I feel Y/N push her face into my torso, and I instantly wrap my arm around her waist to pull her closer as I reach to press the button that closes the trunk. I guided her to the car's passenger side and ensured she got in just fine. Closing the door behind her, I go to the driver's side and slip in to start the car ride to her home. I didn't need to input her address into the GPS; during these short few days, I memorized her way home. As I exit the hotel garage and enter the city streets, I glance over to see Y/N leaning close to my side of the car. I note it, allowing myself to drive out the city streets quickly. Once I reach and merge onto the highway, I allow my arm to rest on the center armrest and let my forearm dangle, which helps my hand to relax on her thigh. Doing so, she moves in closer to me and rests her head on my arm. If I wasn't driving, I wanted to capture this moment: how her head nuzzled into my arm and hugged my arm for comfort. These intimate moments make time fly at supersonic speed, yearning to have her sleep in my arms, keeping her close. My thoughts are endlessly about her. They jump from wanting to see her in the office and her outstanding work ethic to taking long walks or hiking with picnics as we are on our little adventures or just going on late-night drives and her being my little passenger princess right now. These ideas run wild with the amount I want to do with her, just the two of us.

I glance over to see how Y/N is doing; she's dozed off and looking peaceful. It hurts that I must leave in two days; I will miss her. I have never liked long-distance relationships, but there is a first for everything, and I want to ensure it works with her. I can't lose her; I don't want to lose her. I reflect on my thoughts and know it's coming off as desperate, but it's quite the opposite. I have never found someone like her who gave me butterflies, and I want to be around her. As cheesy as it sounds, it is love at first sight, and I hate to have to put distance now when I feel we are having a great start to our connection. But this could be a great test; see how she reacts, and it will be a learning moment for her. I have been in a few, but our connection is different. With the others, they were almost needy in the contact and affection that was required of me. Y/N isn't like that. These past few days, I've gotten to know her. She is independent, intelligent, caring, and wholehearted in every action she takes. It took someone caring and loving for her to want that affection. I know she is competent on her own, and she has acknowledged it as well, but I can see that it puts her at ease not to take control, and I want to be that stability for her, as patriarchal as that sounds. And don't get me wrong, I want her to be successful, and I will let her do that. I don't want to limit the opportunities the world offers her because she deserves them all. After all, she is hard-working and earnest.

Too wrapped up in my thoughts, I realize that the next exit will soon take me to her house, and we will be there in a few short minutes. It's pretty dead on the streets where she lives, so I slow down to savour my time with her, but it still manages to go by quickly. I pull up close to her house, just a block away, to ensure none of her family members see me. I nudge her slightly to get her to wake, "Schatzi…..Y/N darling….. it's time to wake up…" I see her straighten up and lift her head off my arm. She looks up with the cutest sleepy eyes, and my heart hurts more to bother her peace. She takes a few seconds to recognize where she is and nods. "… awww, come here…." I chuckle softly at her disorientation but kiss her forehead; she leans into it more as if she doesn't want to leave. I pull back, bend down to capture her lips one last time and exit the car to open the trunk and get her bag. She was already out of the car, and I came to her side. I look down at how precious she is. God, she makes saying goodbye so tricky; I pull her in for a hug and rub her back. I speak just above a whisper, "I know Y/N…. it pains me to separate from you…. but we must." She nods, pulls away, and I see her walk to her house. When I see her entire garage and it closes, I get in the car and pull up closer to her house. She flickers the lights, signalling she is in her room, and with that, I drive off and back to the hotel similarly when dropping off the offer Y/N. I keep one hand on the steering wheel and place my other like I had Y/N holding my arm and resting her head on it. It's late in the night; the roads are dead, and it doesn't take me long to get back to the hotel.

I enter the parking garage and park in the same spot I had previously. Ensuring that my car is locked, I go upstairs and head straight to my room. The smell of Y/N is still faint in the air, making my lips curl slightly, feeling her presence. I strip from my sweats and the black cable-knit wool-cashmere sweater, and I'm not surprised that I'm semi-hard; I still feel her presence, the smell of and reminisce of what happened on the bed that I'm going to be sleeping in, which makes me react this way. But I don't act on the urge. I feel at ease with the night, just laying there and drifting into sleep, wishing she was in my arms. I hug the pillow I had placed for her; it smells of her, causing me to succumb to my sleepiness.

Before I knew it, it was 5:30 am, and I felt well-rested. I manage to still hug the pillow, but feel bliss that her scent is still there. She is all I think about now; I even dream of her, showering her with the affection she deserves, not just emotionally but physically. I decided to send her a message for when she woke. I grab my phone off the nightstand and unlock it. I go to my messages and click on her name when we become official; I can't wait to change her contact to something else. I thought briefly about what to type and decided on something simple, but I didn't want to overwhelm her.

Good Morning Princess

Yesterday was intense, but it was the right kind, and I won't lie; she glowed after being thoroughly fucked out, even if it was from my mouth and fingers doing it. And I just keep recalling her blissfullness. The way her pussy just squeezes my fingers, fuck, I just want to feel her walls clamp on my cock, to see her stomach bugle being deep in her. Her looking of being overstimulated, fuck, I lost control of myself just seeing her in that state, spasming from my doing. It makes my cock rock hard. I couldn't help but stroke myself slowly. She gets me horny, and sure, my sex drive is high, but fuck with Y/N, it's a whole new level, and I love every second. I keep with slow strokes. It's the idea of just teasing and becoming a leaking mess for her; the high of just edging myself because of her makes my cock leak with precum. And I won't lie the sight of my cock just makes the teasing all the better; the tip is achingly red and asking for attention. I can feel the blood pulsing in my cock as I slowly stroke my hand up and down, and the slight of precum just oozing out would put me over the edge. I let go of cock and just see it stand on its own, and the fact it twitches from the teasing makes me horny. I decided that this energy should be used well and think I should go to the gym.

I get out of bed and put on my sweats from last night, forgoing underwear and wanting to just feel my sensitive cock move freely. I also put on my gym shirt from the day before and take a chance to look in the mirror. Deciding that my appearance was decent, but I took slight issue with the way my dick was tenting in my sweats. I won't lie. It was kinda hot to see it like that, but if I was in public, it was best I not be too indecent. I decide to pull my dick up, and it sits flat onto my navel, being held there, the waistband of my sweats. It doesn't make my hard cock noticeable because of the shirt, which is a plus, but it would later be my demise. I grab my headphones and room key and head out. I decide to retake the stairs to the gym; to my luck, it's empty again. I head straight to the treadmill and just start with a walking pace. As I began to slow, I couldn't help but feel my cock leak with precum. It was soon then done I realized the friction with my sweats and my cock being held in place flat against my navel by the waistband of my sweats, providing enough friction to make it leak. Smile slightly at the stimulation, like fuck the light pressure, and the rubbing feels fantastic, but I suppress the urge and start jogging. Finally finishing up on the treadmill, I decided today would be an excellent chance to work my legs. I opened the notes app again and pulled up my leg routine. The gym isn't like a regular gym, so I have to substitute some of my exercise with alternatives. Since I'll be focusing on the quads, hamstrings and calves, and if I have time, we will also do a bit of core exercise. Since there aren't that many machines for legs, I use the free weight to get the most leg exercise, and I decided to make it a split circuit session to make it the most intense. I determined the order to be Bulgarian divided squats, stiff leg deadlifts, and weighted calve raises, doing six sets of each exercise, eight reps of the weight. It wasn't too bad; it was an average pace like all my workouts. After finalizing the plan, I walk over to the dumbbells and start with a lightish weight for my first two sets. Breezing through the first exercise circuit, I take a small break, sip some water and continue this, gradually increasing the weight every 2 sets. I keep going on until I'm done with my last set of weighted calve raises.

Walking over and re-raking the weights, I sit to calm down a bit from the exercise. Feeling less exhausted, I get up from the bench, exit the gym doors, and go to the elevator to return to my hotel room. I glance down at my phone, and it's now 7am; I don't see any missed notifications either, so I will continue until I need to start work. Finally arriving on my floor, I head to open the door, enter my room and turn on the lights. I turn on the lights in the washroom and get all my things prepared to shower. Once that is done, I grab the hotel phone, dial-up for room service, and order the same thing I had last time. Finally placing the order for my breakfast and hanging up the phone, I head back to the washroom to shower.

I turn on the tap to get the water running so I don't hop in. When the water is freezing, I take the chance to strip off gym clothes. Stepping into the shower, I step under the shower head and let myself soak under the water. I let the warm water run down my head and body. Feeling I had let myself sit under the water for a reasonable amount of time, I grabbed the washcloth, poured some shower gel, and started lathering my body. Feeling I covered every inch of my body in studies, I stepped back under the shower head and rose off. Feeling refreshed and clean, I turn off the shower tap, step out, grab a towel and start drying off. Wrapping the towel around my body, I step out of the washroom. I first turn on the TV to help decide on my outfit based on the weather. I concluded that it was practically the same weather as yesterday, so I spiced it up with dark tan chinos, a white dress shirt and a black cable-knit wool-cashmere sweater over the top. I decided on the sweater I wore last night, but I plan on gifting it to Y/N as a goodbye present. It's a little cheesy, but I want her to have it, to remember me, to feel close on days when she struggles the most and wants to be in my arms. I wear it often to make sure it smells like me and always comfort her even though we will be miles apart. Feeling my heart skip a beat at the thought and reflexively biting my lower lip in excitement, I get dressed and spray a heavy amount of deodorant and cologne, ensuring she receives the perfumey smell mixed in with my natural musk as I wear it. Finishing with looking presentable, I grab my tablet and skim over some of the work notifications I have to fill in my time as I wait for room service to bring my breakfast.

A few moments later, there is a knock at my door, in which it is my breakfast. I let them in to place it on the table, and soon enough, they are out. I finally take a chance to dig in and get some food into my system. While doing so, I checked my phone to see if Y/N was finally awake; sure enough, there was a good morning text. I smile, see her response, and click on our text messages. I decided to text back to see how she slept, and I got even more excited seeing the little text bubble pop up indicating that she was typing her message. I shove more food into my mouth to fill this waiting time. And see her response,

Good! Slept through the entire night for once!

I'm glad to hear that she rested well; I am a little concerned, tho when she says for once, she makes it seem like she doesn't sleep often; this will be something later, but for now, I'm just happy she slept well. But my next concern is if she is sore from our activities yesterday. I figured out how to respond briefly, but I also inquired about her actual state of being. I finally decided on a reply,

That's good to hear. How are you feeling about last night, and soreness or muscle aches? Just making sure you're okay.

I hope she sees the sincerity in my concern. I want to take our activities further, and it's adorable that she is naive to this realm, but if last night was just a taste of what could come, I want to make adjustments to make it more pleasurable without exhausting her. I saw her typing again, so I put down my phone for a second to eat some food and take a sip of coffee, which was ample time for her to reply. Her text was adorable,

That is probably the reason why I slept so well.

It had the emoji with hands hiding the face. Even through text, she still knows how to portray her shyness; she is so expressive, and seeing her this way is lovely. From what I get so far, she seems pretty reserved, and the more we talk, the more that breaks. Deciding it is time to change the subject, I reply:

Well, I'm glad you're okay and slept well from it ;). What are your plans for today?

I see her start typing again. I wish I could be having this back and forth over the phone, but I don't know how comfortable she is; I also don't want to overstep just yet. See that she replied

There's not much going on. I'm just studying and getting work done at home today! Why, what's up??

I decided on making the trip to see her since she's home, but I want to first see if she is okay with it.

Are you okay if I stop by? I want to see you one last time before my flight tomorrow if that's okay?"

I see her typing again, but I now have my gut flipping in nervousness, hoping she doesn't shoot down the inquiry. I set my phone down again, took a few more bits of my breakfast, and sipped my coffee. I still don't see a response and try not to overthink it. Maybe she is just doing something and not readily at her phone right now, or I shouldn't look into this small action so much. Slightly shaking the thought from my head and taking more food while focusing on the TV, I see several notifications pop up. I took a second to breathe and unlock my phone. Her reply was in several short texts.

Of course, it is! Tho just be here after 1:30pm, and you might have to leave at 5pm I just don't want anyone in my family to see you Sorry if that's a lot to ask for I get it if that's also a lot to ask for, and if you don't want to come, I get that as well.

I reread those messages. It's cute that she wants to sneak around, and I won't lie, I understand where she is coming from; all of this is relatively new to the both of us, and we don't want a lot of people knowing until we are both sure we can handle the heat.

Yes, that shouldn't be a problem at all!

I see her typing immediately, and it makes me smile to know that I've made her day, even more so that she'll get to see me. I see her text pop up.

Great! See you soon!

I'm smiling ear to ear, to which I reply back reflexively at this point.

See you too!

I place my phone further away and slump into my chair, astonished. I get to see her one last time. It will be bittersweet, but I can't wait. With that, I continue eating breakfast and focusing on the local news. Even though it is background noise to the million thoughts racing in my head, it's not dead silence. Finally finishing breakfast in auto-pilot mode, I take the chance to look down at my watch to see the time; it is currently 8:30am, so I have a few hours to kill before I should actually make my way to her, and since I'm leaving the city, who knows how bad the traffic is so I know that I'll need to go the hotel roughly 12:30ish to make to her.

With that, I move from the table where I had breakfast to the desk. I sign in to my laptop and set up my tablet to get started on some work that requires my attention. I have a meeting today to talk to some team members about coordinating the Y/N fellowship for the year. We were thinking about the logistics of this, which means we would want her to start when the next season starts, and since we are in October, these logistics need to happen quickly. That is the first meeting I will be jumping into, which is ironically happening now. Logging into the team meeting mainly involves HR personnel and a few other members. I see the Head of HR, several assistants, and some of our staff do some DEI work. I pulled up the agenda for the meeting and saw the discussion of the fellowship opportunity, along with the Professor of the course. The meeting started by approving the agenda, which was done smoothly. Now, we have transitioned into a quick discussion of the items before getting onto the topic of the Y/N fellowship. The leader of the meeting first handed off the debate to the Professor.

We first finalize the idea that instead of a studying abroad program, which is only a few months, this will be considered a fellowship, in which Mercedes AMG Petronas F1 Team will award the fellowship to Y/N to research DEI in the Motorsport industry and how to enhance inclusivity not only within the industry but more within the teams. We decided the fellowship would be a year-long concurrent with the race season, which she will start after the FIA gala and finish the following year around that same time. This means she will need to put her next semester on pause for her courses and come to the UK as of December and finish her classes online. It shouldn't be too hard; we will collaborate with her professors to adjust to the new schedule. I will give her a brief update when I see her later today. Still, since most things are not concrete, we need to have a few more meetings within the next week to figure out how to accommodate her stay and more of the course content. We would want to make this a fruitful fellowship. We end this meeting on good terms, and I hope to go into the next meeting on car development for the upcoming season. In this meeting, I can sit back a bit more and listen to how the development is going and the direction the team is taking.

The meeting ended in no time, and I let my team know I would be taking the afternoon off and wouldn't be in much contact. Shutting down my laptop, I left it at my desk in the hotel room, grabbed my bag, and placed my tablet there, deciding to show Y/N the preliminary logistics of the fellowship. Once that is done, I slip on my loafers and jacket, then placing my wallet and room key in my pocket, I head out the door with my bag over my shoulder. Since the day was sunny, I put my sunglasses on and went to the elevator to head down to the parking garage. Exiting, I unlock my car, heading straight to the driver's side and slipping in. I place the shoulder bag on the passenger. Closing the door behind me, I turn on the car, get the seat belt on, reverse out and make my way over to Y/N's house. Even though I knew the exact way to her house, I put her address into the GPS to see how long during the day time if it would take to get to her house; it wasn't so bad, 45 to 50 minutes until I reached her home. That should put me close to meeting her at 1:30, with some time to spare. If I arrive early, I see a grocery store and might pick up some of her favourite snacks. I don't like the idea of showing up empty-handed, and I know I can't bring her flowers since she admitted that she didn't want anyone in her family to know, so her favourite snacks will suffice.

As I drove there, it turned out my plan was right, and I decided to head up to the grocery store to pick up her snacks. It only takes me a few minutes since Twizzlers and energy drinks are in the same aisle. Grabbing the items and cashing out the self-checkout. I return to my car, place them in the bag, and start my journey to see Y/N. In a few minutes, I'm finally at her house. I stopped on a different street from her home and pulled out my phone. I unlock my phone and open the messaging app. I click her name and text her, letting her know I'm here. I leave my car, grab my shoulder bag, and walk to her house. It was a relatively minute walk, and I saw the garage door to her house open up. She was standing at the top of the stairs leading inside her house with an adorable grin plastered on those beautiful lips. I'm lucky to have my sunglasses on; I take the movement to scan my eyes up and down her body; she has on leggings like yesterday, and she's wearing a zip-up hoodie that zips up a little less than halfway. It showed a cute little bralette; her hair was up in a ponytail, and her curls were a little frizzy but coiled enough, making it look like she styled it a bit. I enter her garage, and she immediately clicks the button to close it behind me.

I get closer to her as she is still standing on the stairs and in the doorway, where I lift my sunglasses up for them to rest on my head. I make eye contact with her as she stands, where she is almost my height. "Hi" "Hi" "How was the drive-in? I hope traffic wasn't so bad?" "No, it wasn't, but I'm happier to see you." She bit her bottom lip at the remark, and a blush creeps. She makes me melt at how reactive she is. "why don't you just come on in?" "Sure." "Would you mind taking off your shoes? We don't wear them around the house." "Of course I can…" "Would it also be too much to ask you to bring them upstairs? I just don't want anyone to see in case you need to sneak out." "Awe, of course, only to make you feel more comfortable." I smile up at her, and we lock eyes. I wink at her for a second. Her cheeks turn crimson.

I enter her house; it's quite a lovely modern home with a few antique items. I slip off my loafers and grab them to bring them up. "Follow me," which I helplessly do; I assume she is taking me to her room. I know it sits atop the garage as she flickers the lights whenever I take her home. I follow her; as we make our way up the staircase, I see the master bedroom and another bedroom, and I see a room at the end of the hall that seems to be her room, as the desk is the first thing I see with a monitor and laptop that is on. She enters first, and as I follow behind her, I start looking around; her room is nice, it's white with a plum accent wall. Her room is enormous enough, with a queen-sized bed in the middle resting against the accent wall; it has an in-wall bench; it fits her perfectly.

"You can sit on the bed or the bench if you want; you can place the shoes on the bench with your book bag." "Sure."

I do as she recommends, placing both down, and I remove my jacket and put it beside them. I turn around and catch her eyeing me up and down. It's cute to see her in the act, and I decide to step closer, and her eyes lock with mine. I speak just above a whisper at how incredibly close we are, "I miss you," "Me too," and I place a hand at her waist to pull her in, and I cup her cheek to lean down and kiss her softly. I couldn't tell you how long we kissed, but it was slow and felt like an eternity. I pull away and lean my forehead against hers; I hear her say, "How do I miss you this much? I don't want you to go…" "I know, but it won't be long until you see me again." It was an honest answer; it pained me to hear her say that, and I kissed her forehead. I grab her hand, walk over to her bed, and take a seat, sitting almost in the center of the bed. My legs open, and she steps to stand between them, but what shocks me is she sits on my lap.

Instantly put my hands around her waist to steady her but to pull her in. She rested her head on my shoulder, and I decided to make the moment more enjoyable. I lie down with her, causing her to squeal at the action, and I chuckle. Entirely lying down with her almost on top of me, she giggles and rests her chin on my chest as she looks me in the eyes. I can tell she is thinking about something and decides to entertain it for a little, "Penny for you thought?" "Well, I was thinking about the fellowship, and I know it's only been like a day or two since I've asked, but has there been any discussion yet?" It is as if she can read me like an open book, and I decide to fill her in on the details. "Actually, there has been. Would you like to see some of the things we discussed?" but then I lift my head up and whisper, "But I would have to swear you to secrecy." I feel her giggle with her on top of me, and she frantically nods.

I bite my lip and gently remove her from me. I got up and walked over to my book bag. Her excitement and anticipation put me over the moon; I turned back and walked to the bed and found Y/N in the center, sitting and waiting patiently. I sit down with one leg hanging off the side of the bed with the other bent. I open the book bag and decide to give her the snacks I got her, "But first, I didn't really want to come empty-handed, so I got you these," and handed her the Twizzlers and energy drinks. "awe, Toto you didn't have too" "Schatzi, I know, but I wanted to, plus there is more, but that is for later."

She raises her single eyebrow like I do but dismisses it immediately, knowing that if she doesn't accept, she will end up with items regardless. I pulled out my tablet and opened up some of the documents being reviewed today and some of the notes I'd made. I knew this conversation would be lengthy, so I also took hold of the stylus in case Y/N had questions and could pose them to the team.

I started explaining the logistics, in which it will be a year-long fellowship; the team is looking to possibly start in November or December; for that start, she would need to complete onboarding, and we would have to figure out what finishing this semester will look like. The allotted credits will be an entire course load, allowing her to complete her degree on time to graduate with her class. We then move the discussion to living accommodations, which my team will provide for the follow-up. She is technically employed under the team, with a contract to sign, NDAs, and other documents. Since she will also be travelling with the team and will be working under the FIA as well, I informed her that my team is also working on her visa applications and FIA documents for her to do legal work and research under our team and FIA board and ensuring that we can adequately pitch the idea to research other teams and participants at the races. The last thing we discussed was the living accommodations; I told her the team would provide her with all the support she needed. I have yet to say to her that even though she will get money for the support, she will live with me.

"Did you have any questions, or did you want to wait until you get the actual contract with all of it written out?" "I can wait, Toto; I would like to see it in writing because that would be considered a binding contract." "I understand; it will take another week or so." "Yeah, that's no problem; just see it in writing." "I get that."

I place my tablet back in my book bag and turn back to her; Y/N is biting her bottom lip as if she is thinking of something. She then leans in and kisses me softly. I cup her face with my hand and kiss her back; I turn my body more and gently nudge her to lie down. The kiss became more passionate, and she wrapped her arms around my neck; she tangled her hands into my hair and slightly tugged the hair near the nap of my neck. I start moving my hands up and down her body, just wanting to feel more of her. I pull away from kissing her lips and start peppering them down her jaw to her neck. I kiss that sweet spot close to her ear, and she starts moaning. I travel my hands down to her body and tug at the hoodie. I feel her head nod, and I take that as a sign and unzip her hoodie and slip it off her, exposing her skin, now covered in goosebumps. I feel her legs wrap around my waist, and feeling her wanting more friction ignites me to go further. I move my hand back up her body until I reach her bralette and massage her breast. My little action causes her to arch her body in my hand; I smile and kiss her neck, to which I then use my thumb and gently rub it over her nipple, which starts to pebble. Making sure to treat both her breasts with just as equal attention, I start kissing down her neck, to her collarbone and then her breast. I tug at Y/N's bralette with my teeth. "ahhh… yes… toto… please…" Hearing her beg just purrs at my possessive side, especially when she is such an angel doing unholy things.

My hands do quick work to remove her bralette, and I attach my mouth and start flicking her nipple; her whimpers get louder, and she pushes her head further into her body, sucking more and making sure her nipple is wet; I unlatch my mouth and blow lightly at the patch of wetness on her nipple, she whimpers more and arching her back up. I give the same attention to her other nipple and tug at her leggings; she nods again. Hooking my fingers at the waist of her leggings and start pulling them down her hips along with her panties while I'm still sucking her nipples. She unhook her legs from my torso to allow me to pull them off completely; she now lying underneath me in all her glory. I pull away from her nipple for a final time and blow softly, and the patch of wetness, she whimpers from the clash of temperature on her body. I trail my hand down her body to between her legs, running my fingers and feeling the wetness between her legs, "awe, my little princess is so wet, just for me."

She moans at my touch and words, "Daddy…. please", her desperate sound of wanting more friction, I smear her wetness all over her pussy, causing her to buck up when I rub my palm over her clit. Smiling at her reaction, "Come on princess, open your legs for daddy." She does so immediately, opening wide for me to see her snatch glistening from her slick. "Dripping just for me, Daddy barely did anything" I look up to see her looking intently at me, her pupils blown wide; I seize the moment to lay down, causing the mattress to dip and putting her legs on my shoulders and blow a little at her cunny while looking directly at her. That moment of seeing her eyes roll to the back of her head, then being tossed back, and her whimpering made me latch my mouth onto her clit, tonguing the bundle of nerves. I kept a steady rhythm and preventing her from bucking her hips into my head, I kept my arms wrapped around her waist to steady her. She tasted too sweet, and all I could do was lap her pussy with my tongue, focusing more on her clit before sucking. Her moans, more engaged, "Daddy, please… I… I'm gonna cum" "Cum for me, princess," sucking on her labia and licking a flat stripe up her pussy. "Let me taste you, princess. Make a mess for Daddy." With another suck on her clit, she fell apart in high keening moans escaping and writhed helplessly in my grasp. "ohh, that's such a sweet, creamy pussy for Daddy." Her juices kept flowing as a tonguing her now overstimulated pussy.

Loosening my grasp around her waist, I crawl back up to Y/N and kiss her softly, her moaning into the kiss, tasting herself on my lips; she pulls away with a wicked grin on her face, "Your turn, Daddy," Shocked by her remarks. I go to sit on the edge of the bed; she crawls to me and straddles my lap, and my hands instantly fly to her waist. She pulls at my collar to bring me into a searing, hot kiss, but she starts biting and tugging at my bottom lip. Even though my cock has been problematic since our start, this is straining more against the confinement of my pants. She starts roaming her hands down my torso, lifting the hem of the black sweater up until she reaches my neck. We break from the kiss, and she lifts the sweater off my arms and neck and throws it to the pile of clothes on the floor. Her lips are back on mine, kissing me passionately, and her hands make quick work on the buttons of my shirt. Doing so, she started kissing down my jaw and down my neck. I knew she was genuinely different when her lips landed on my neck, and she started nipping and leaving love bites in the spot just under my ear. Moaning her name and pulling her up against me more, leaving no space. Dazed in the sensation she was giving me, I hadn't realized she tugged the shirt out of my pants, slipping off my arms and discarding with the rest of the clothes. Her small hands roam my torse, wanting her to feel more of me, and she leaves kisses on my neck and chest. By this point, I'm panting, realizing what she is about to do. She lifts herself off from straddling my lap but still kisses down my chest, her hands fiddling with the button and zipper of my pants but manages to undo both, hooking her fingers on the waist and band of my pants and underwear, removing them in one go. I lift my hips up, giving her ease to do so. As she got them off, she kneeled in front of me, looking innocently, and all I could do was adore the sight in front of me, and my cock twitched with excitement.

I whispered softly, "It's okay, princess, don't be shy." I couldn't help but smile and continued, "Just give Daddy a kiss." I could see the hesitation while maintaining eye contact; her plump lips kissed the head of my cock, and I could help my groan. Her lips were unlike any other feelings. My cock oozed with precum. Her small hand wanted to wrap around my cock, but couldn't from its girth; she slowly stroked it while licking the head. I tossed my head back, grunting at her actions. I felt lost in English words and started reverting to German. She starts licking the entire length of cock, licking long strips on the understrip. I don't know how I recovered from the blissfulness and getting lost, but I bring my head back up to look down at Y/N.

I can see her visibly enjoying herself, giving pleasure to me. My head was swimming with lustful thoughts the more I could do with her. Until I felt more heat around the head of my cock to realize she popped the head of cock into her mouth, I had to suppress the urge to buck my hip up. I knew she had no experience, but her actions of tonguing and sucking on the tip of my cock could make her blow my seed at any second. "Ahh… princess… y.. you're gonna make daddy cum… if you continue." From that comment, she sucked harder on the tip, and I couldn't help but groan again, "fuck… princess… ahh… you love sucking daddy cock don't you…. fuck… you cock hungry … for daddy?" Her mouth made a popping sound, dropping my cock from her mouth while stroking the base of my cock. She looked up at me adoringly and kissed my thighs all the way up to my hip but whispered, "I love daddy's cock." She lowered her mouth to my cock again, sucking hard on the tip and stroking the base. Her actions brought me closer to my release, I was whimpering as she tongued the tip. Embracing the pleasure that Y/N has me in and edging me out for so long, I let my climax wash over me. Feeling my cock twitch in her mouth as ropes of my cum fill her. What I hadn't expected was for Y/N to suck harder, wanting to swallow my spend, mewing out in pleasure as Y/N sucked my oversensitive cock. Feeling that she has swallowed all of my spent, she pops her mouth off my cock, and shifts her gaze up to me.

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I'm Yours - Ch. 2 Sparks

Y/N POV

Stunned and utterly speechless by Toto's comment, you stood still. You were indeed left with no words for someone who does a lot of talking and wants to go into a profession that consists of only talking and is people-facing. Toto pulls away to see your face bright like a cherry tomato; he bites his lip, almost necessary because he can't help but adore your facial expressions, being lost and flustered all from his doing. He takes this moment to walk off toward the lecture hall. You weren't sure how long you stood there, but when you turned your head to see that he was no longer there, and wondering what would happen next. Your mind was spinning with the number of possibilities that could occur: after this lecture, the fact he said he would be watching you, how are you going to focus, and this was only a 2-hour lecture, what about dinner and most of all the interaction on a never-ending loop. Not wanting to jump too far into the future of your thoughts, you take a second to compose yourself in the place where you and Toto stood.

Once feeling like you have regained some judgment, you head to the door, pulling the wooden rod to open the door; your assumption was correct - the lecture hall wasn't busy. You could say there were at most 50 people present. Putting you at ease a bit because Toto couldn't possibly direct his attention towards you with this many people in the room; it would be obvious. As you walk across the hall to the section that faces the podium, glancing across the room, you suddenly realize that he may put you on the spot because most of the audience members are male. You stick out like a sore thumb. Making your way up the stairs to sit near the back of the hall and in the first-row seat, dropping your bag on the seat next to yours, not wanting to be bothered by anyone else. You shake the thoughts away of your racing mind, with the only intention to focus on the lecture's content, so it will be over before you even know it. As you grab your laptop from your backpack, you see the professor enter the room with Toto trailing slightly behind him; they are both engrossed in a conversation, probably catching up and agreeing on last-minute points, until he looks up to you and gives you a wink. You can't help but bite your lip to stop your face from turning red and immediately set up your laptop to avoid eye contact with him.

The room falls into a dead silence, mainly instigated by Toto's presence. Something about him, the money, power, dominance, and demeanour, provoked people around him to fall hush. It wasn't an eerie silence, but it was shocking to some; no one expected the guest lecturer to be Toto Wolff, so the audience reacted as you did when initially bumping into him. Just as that moment fell upon everyone, it quickly vanished, and everyone resumed their conversation. Taking your phone out of your pocket is the perfect opportunity to text your parents that you will be home late. You didn't want to scare or keep them worried. Finishing informing them, you again glanced around the room; a little sigh of relief washed over you as you saw a few more females, but they sat closer to the front. You could tell they hoped to get his attention from how they sat close to the podium and their demeanour toward him. You had some relief that you weren't the only female in the lecture, but it brought on a slight smile to see their demeanour in hopes that Toto gave them the slightest bit of attention.

Your attention now turned to the podium; the professor gave a brief overview of today's topic and some of the concepts in the initial material - only lasting for roughly 15 minutes - until he started introducing the guest lecturer. You noticed Toto get up from his seat; his jacket was off, and you took a minute to eye him up and down without being shamefully exposed from your previous interaction in the coffee shop. He wore a pair of black loafers that showed just a bit of his pale ankles, a pair of well-fitted black chinos, and a crisp white button-up shirt that revealed he was in good shape for someone his age. As you made your way up to his face, he now had his notable circular framed glasses to read off some of the notes he prepared until you recognized that he was making eye contact with you for a split second before moving his attention to everyone. You smiled this time. After all, Toto couldn't keep eye contact with you for long because he was in a room full of people who also had their complete and undivided attention on him.

The professor concludes his portion and sits close to Toto's belongings. Toto then makes his way and gets himself situated with this material. Once he's done, his portion of the lecture begins. He reintroduces himself a little less formally. He goes into the brief history of his career and life choices and how he eventually ended up in F1, running the most successful team on the grid. You were taking in all that he has accomplished, even though that portion was brief; you know he is far more accomplished than he is letting on, but he is in front of students who will be the future leaders of tomorrow. He inspires them, us, to take every opportunity that presents itself. From this, he links the conversation to diversity within his field. He demonstrates that since our world is advancing with new technology, strategies, and efficient ways of completing tasks, this promotes the same discussion in making the work environment equitable. It was remarkable to hear the enthusiasm in his voice; he truly has a passion as he knows what it is like to miss opportunities that weren't handed to you. He knows that sometimes hard work and grit will do all the talking for you. He was speaking about all the improvements made in both facilities to embrace equitable leadership that is lacking in a sport/industry that is predominantly male and proceeded to use the lecture hall as an example, pointing out that there are only a handful of women in the crowd.

And to not much of your surprise, his lecturing was ending. Still, the professor allowed a question period. Too much of your amusement, Toto was able to answer the questions eloquently as if he were the professor of the course. Besides those questions, a few audience members asked about the current season and the management style between a seasoned driver and an upcoming driver. As if he was in a media pin, he gave a rendition of the answer reporters typically receive, but more toned down since he's lecturing to students. Deciding to be bold, you raised your hand on an inquiry and see if he would muse your interest. You could see the twinkle in his eyes when he saw your hand raised. But he went on to answer a few more questions before turning to you.

"Yes. Miss in the back, did you also have a question?" He called upon you, and your heart skipped a beat at how he addressed you. You exhaled to let some nervousness out; he warmly smiled and nodded to allow you a chance to speak. "Yes ….. first, thank you for the guest lecture. It was a pleasure and inspiring to hear you speak. Now… My inquiry pertains to your equitability in your facilities and your initiative to power the young leaders of tomorrow. Would it be possible to arrange for a shadowing opportunity?" He warmly smiled and raised his single eyebrow. He shifted slightly in his place and took hold of the glass of water at the podium. He was using this as a moment to think, not wanting to jump to an answer immediately. You knew that kind of opportunity is rare, let alone highly gutsy, to ask in front of an audience that most students would want. He set his water down and made eye contact with you again. "Might I ask for your name so I can address Miss…." "My name is Y/N. It's Y/N Y/LN." He was dragging this out purposefully, and he enjoyed every second, keeping everyone on the edge of their seat, but you could tell he was inadvertently teasing you. "Miss Y/N, how about you give me your contact, and I will discuss this with your professor and contact my assistant and team to arrange a shadowing opportunity to make it a research fellowship for a full academic term; how do you say a studying aboard course at Brackley?"

A wave of excitement washed over you. I couldn't help but smile now, having received the chance all because of being courageous. Everyone in the hall was looking at you. No one could believe what just happened. Seconds passed, and you could tell he was looking for a response. "Thank you. I am honoured to have the opportunity, and yes, yes, I will be more than happy to give you my contact information." "Great! See me after the lecture to exchange details." You hadn't realized you were on the edge of your seat until you started leaning back. You were pinching yourself because you couldn't believe that all just happened; mentally, you were freaking out; you didn't know where that confidence came from. You zoned out for the rest of the question period until you noticed everyone packing up their things, and you started to do the same. Once you finished and waited for the rest of the members to file, it was just you, the professor, and Toto. You made your way down the stairs to the podium. The professor addresses you briefly: "I must say that was daring, but congratulations. I look forward to talking with Toto and making this a fellowship from which you can learn and benefit. I must head home, but we will discuss this later. Have a good evening, Toto." "You too. Have a good evening, we'll talk later." He exits the hall, leaving you and Toto alone.

Just as the door shuts, he walks around to stand in front of the podium facing you, "I have to say, that was quite courageous of you. Never have I been asked that question while guest lecturing, and you are one lucky person." He smirks, leaning against the podium. "I …. uuuhhhh …. thank you again. But you don't have to offer the opportunity ……. I don't know what washed over me to ask such a thing." He could see you were rambling, but he let you go on, just adoring you in your moment of excitement, loving that he brought on such a drive for you to excel but could also make you fluster under his gaze. He decided it was enough, and for the first time now, standing up straight and moving slightly more toward you, interrupting you for once, "Do you mind if I get your contact then? I have to talk to my team and see how this could happen, as well as with your professor." In your still flustered state of mind, you didn't even realize the response you gave, "Yes, of course, anything you need," looking dead in the eyes as those words left your mouth.

His lips curled into a smirk, but his eyes showed something different; he told you the information he needed, which you wrote down. "Can I also get your phone number? … it would be for when I need to contact you directly, just in case we need to speak and that I can relay information to you," "For sure, did you want me to write it down or …" You couldn't even finish your sentence because of his eagerness, "Can you put it in my phone?" You nodded as he reached over the podium to remove his phone and unlock the device. Your hands trembled as you took his phone and entered your contact information. Knowing you were distracted again, he got closer to you as you did this. Once you were done, you looked up and finally noticed how incredibly close he was to you; the only space between you was the length of his phone. He spoke softly, "Thank you. I'll text you right now." You just kept nodding, not knowing how to react; you couldn't think; he intoxicated your space, making you want to stay silent. He spoke again softly, "Why don't you head out first, and I'll meet you in the building so we can head to dinner, ya?" Still dazed being close to him, you just nodded, but then he tipped your chin with his finger, almost helping you bring yourself to reality and making you look directly into his eyes, "I need words, Y/N?" Shaking again, "Uhhhh yes …… I'll see you outside ya?" A grin plastered on his face, and then letting go of your chin, "See you soon."

He returns to his stuff on the seat, packing away his belongings as you make your way to the lecture hall door and pushing it open. You just wanted to get outside, but before that, you headed to the washroom to splash some cold water on your face. That helped cool you off, but you felt a little stuffy and quickly went outside to wait for Toto. The fresh air relieved your mental state; the sun was setting, and everything was a soft orange glow. It helps calm your rapidly racing mind from the live loop of interactions that previously happened. Toto was shamelessly flirting with you; you were a shy, nervous wreck. Somehow, you had the same confidence to flirt back with him. As many thoughts race in your head, you can't help but smile from all the happenings these past few hours, from how you initially met until now. You are head over heels for this man and don't know where to go.

Pulling you from your train of thought, you see Toto exit the building, his wicked smile still plastered. You couldn't help yourself but smile right back at him as he made his way towards you. "Ready to get dinner? You can put your things in the trunk of my car while I drive to the place?" Your cheeks turning a shade of rose, "Uhhhh….. sure …… l-lead the way!" The walk to his car was silent; this gave you a moment to reflect on your day and think of the things that would need to be done for tomorrow. You take out your phone and open the notes app to start your list of tasks. Toto must have taken a chance to glance at you, "You are such a busy person. Do you ever get a chance to just stop and relax?" Typing the last few thoughts on the point you were thinking, you saved the note and shoved the phone back into your vest pocket.

Giving him a truthful response since there weren't many people around, "Not really, but I like being busy. It fills a void, you know." That sounded ridiculous, but it was true; you felt worthless if you weren't busy or doing something. For someone who hasn't accomplished anything in their life yet, you take on these activities, extracurriculars, volunteering, and being a mentor to some because you dislike the idea of being stagnant and not being productive. "Y/N, when you start your fellowship, your first lesson is the art of boundaries because you clearly need to learn some." You look at him, and his lips curl up a bit into a smile; you know he is joking, but you still decide to comment, "Boundaries have been nonexistent in my life, and I'm always willing to learn new things, so why not." You say the last bit and turn your face to see his reaction, to which he meets your gaze as you walk. His smile is still there, but you can tell there is something deeper just from the intense look his eyes portray. You were being cheeky back to him. But there was some validity in what you uttered. You never really had boundaries when it came to work and your personal life; you made a point of learning from any situation that came your way. The walk only lasted another 10ish minutes until you got to another building. The building was another lecture hall but had a parking garage underground, and this building is the entrance to access it.

He quickly takes a few more steps forward to open the door for you like he did earlier, making you blush by this action. His actions were small, but they spoke volumes about the type of gentleman he was. If what he was doing was considered a date, he genuinely did all the right things. For someone like you, who has never been on a date, it was astonishing to experience the care a man took in treating their date right. You knew not all situations like this were the same, but you were glad Toto was making you comfortable in his presence. Then again, he is much older than you, more than twice yours. You were just 23 years old and still in your Master's program and wanted to attend law school. While he was 51, he worked odd jobs and went through many ups and downs. He is now thriving in his business ventures and as a team principal of an F1 team. Not to sound stacker-like, but you have researched Toto because you truly admired the quantity he has accomplished. It prompted you to want to be just as triumphant in your own path. This was the only thing running through your mind as you followed Toto to his car.

He was slowing his pace in walking, which meant you were very near his car; the rear lights flashed from one of the cars, indicating that it was his vehicle. Of course, since he is the Team Principal of the Mercedes team, his car is a Mercedes AMG E 53. You could tell it was definitely a sports car, but it was also classy in case of a formal occasion. You dreamed of owning a similar car or any car. You wanted to use your savings for your education and knew other expenses would have to wait. But you see, this car also suits Toto well. For someone who dabbled in rally racing a bit, this car was up Toto's alley, and after all, it was gorgeous, especially in a glossy black.

Popping the trunk open, he sets his bag down and then turns to help you take your backpack off your shoulders. He holds the bag, "How do you carry such a heavy thing on your back? This must hurt." You couldn't help but giggle at the comment. " It's not that heavy, plus it's a workout if you really think about it. It's the extra workout I get after I've gone to the gym." Toto mused your answer slightly, just shaking his head, disapproving of the bag's weight. But you can't help it. It's not like you want the bag to be that weight either; you spend long days on campus. Which requires you to have a water bottle, you needed your laptop and a notebook to write stuff with. Plus, all the devices you carried demand their cables to be lugged. And it is expensive to eat in the city, so your bag had to be that heavy. It is a small price to pay to the future you want to happen, so you do strength training to combat any of the heavy lifting, literally speaking, so you don't injure yourself. It was also an excellent excuse to get into shape.

The noise of closing the trunk startled you; you had a habit of zoning out just a bit, but you didn't expect Toto to back you up until your back hit the trunk of his car. You looked up at him, wondering what he was doing. Your face turns red because of his actions and close proximity, his face coming closer to yours. You instinctively bite your lower lip, unsure what to do, say, or even look for that matter. Your face lined up with this chest, but then you looked up. You couldn't help getting lost in his chocolate-brown eyes. He was giving you an intense star back. He brings his hand up to caress your cheek. His thumb brushed your cheek, making your head tilt into his touch, wanting more and not stopping. He slides his hand down slightly so his thumb brushes your bottom lip, pulling it from the confines of your teeth. He says softly, "Ohh… Liebling, you should bite your lip; we'll be eating soon. You don't want to waste your appetite." He keeps swiping his thumb over your bottom lip. He feels your lip quiver and tumble. He admires seeing you flustered, so when you look up at him, that famous smirk is plastered on his lips again, but you feel his eyes boring into you; he wants to give you more. But you sense his hesitancy because you just met a few hours ago. He was a true gentleman, even when intimate and testing the waters. You never had someone take the time of day to look in your direction, let alone act towards you this way. It was a first, and he pushed all the right buttons to make you flustered under his touch and around his presence.

He pulls away and silently leads you to the car's passenger side. He opens the car door to let you in and shuts it. We walk around the car's back end to get to his door. He settles himself in and ignites the vehicle. You feel the engine roar. How would you give to driving a car like this to test its speed? He starts to back out of the parking spot and toward the garage exit. You are on the main road, curiosity gets the best of you, and you decide to break the silence, "how far is the dinner place from here?" He glances towards you, acknowledging your questions, "It's not too far, just a 10-15 minute drive." "Ohh okay, so not too far," "No, not at all." He glances towards you again and gives you a warm smile.

Sometimes, you hate your awkwardness in instances like this. Toto speaks again; he senses how uneasy you feel and wants to lighten the mood, "Did you want to take my phone and put some music on? I know it's a short drive, and I'm not picky about the choice." You, being moronic and not catching the clues that he wants to make you comfortable and get to know you, "Uhhh… it's okay; the radio is fine." He was genuinely trying, and you must give him that, so you went along. "Is there a particular station you like?" "Do you mind if I search for it? I don't memorize the numbers; I'll just know when I see it!" He glances again at you since he doesn't want to take his eyes off the road, "Go right ahead, the center dial here turns, so seek through and find a station you like!" Finally, picking a station, mainly consisting of pop music, made the drive much more comfortable and not intimidating. You relaxed a little into the drive and could visibly see Toto relax as he drove. You can sense he wants to ensure you are enjoying yourself and at ease around him. It was hardly something you did around people, but Toto made it easy for you to do so. That was something you genuinely liked, having something to help take some of the pressure. It was something you couldn't always do since your mind was racing with the million things on your plate.

Not before long, he pulled up to the restaurant. It was a cute little Italian place. Your eyes lit up a bit, and a smile grew on your face. You loved Italian food. It was always your pick me up after a long day; it just is the number of carbs in the food, but you loved the spices and the cooking methods that made you generally adore the cuisine. He turns into the restaurant's parking lot of the restaurant and parks the car in the back. Once the vehicle is off, Toto instantly gets out, rushing to open your door. Thanking him, you both walk to the place's entrance, where Toto again opens a door for you, letting you in before him. Just as the outside was rustic, the inside of the restaurant was elegant but not too dressed up so that you didn't feel out of place with how you were dressed. Toto gives his name to the maitre de, and we sit at a table closest to the window, looking out at the setting sun falling over the city.

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