lewisconstellation

[lewisconstellation]

plastic off the sofa

Your room smelled like Sunday beach days. Fresh breeze, the smell of the sea. The peace that only the soft tingle of sand in your feet can bring. If you closed your eyes you would hear the sound of waves coming and going, crashing on the sand. You would see the kids running toward the ocean, playing volleyball somewhere on the beach.

If you got up from the bed you were lying on, walked down the few steps that took you to the front door of your rented house in San Francisco, you would probably be facing this beautiful landscape. But the sight you have in front of you is better than that.

Lewis is sitting right in front of you. His body slumped in the leather chair, he's looking comfortable there, cozy. But his eyes had only one focus: the computer screen that rested in his lap. He looked intent, brows furrowed and lips pursed, focused on pinpointing the data the graphs provide him. Worried, he tried to find some way to make the car feel a bit faster, to help his team, to be better. He was having a hard time this season, struggling with the car. It didn't seem to cooperate with him and it took him off the top of the podium, the place where Lewis always belonged.

For the media, Lewis appeared strong, hopeful, always shielded by his beautiful words of overcoming. But for you, for you he didn't have to lie. He knew he could be himself, he felt safe to show his insecurities to you.

You let your eyes fall onto his figure again, can no longer pay attention to the episode of Gilmore Girls that was on TV. You like to see him like this, so focused on one goal. You feel your stomach clench hard at the sight. You want to sit on his lap, kiss him all over his face, repeat how much you love him. Or you just want to kneel in front of his legs, take his dick in your hands, feel his weight on your tongue, even if you had only done that a few hours ago.

You just wanted to make him forget any worries, to take away the wrinkles that graced his forehead when he was caught up in focus. Relax it. After all, that was the point of the breaks between race weekends.

But even on the few days off he had, Lewis didn't really allow himself to rest. Two daily workout sessions, piano and french lessons, data analysis and tireless hours on the simulator. He seemed restless, not able to sit still for even an hour. His hardworking spirit had already been a topic of discussion in your relationship, and from time to time it resurfaced. But you always found a way to work it out.

Usually Lewis was the first one to apologize. Flowers on your door, a handwritten letter, and a promise that he would rearrange his schedule, find enough time to rest, to disconnect from work even if it was only for a moment. He was incredibly calm, anyone who knew him could see it, feel it radiating from him. Always a conciliator, always more reasonable than you.

But sometimes you had to raise the white flag first. Less romantically than him, obviously. An apology, at night, lying in the same bed, curled up to each other, just existing together after having a great session of make up sex. You would try to find solutions to your problems. The certainty that they could solve everything, as long as they were together. But in the end, you understood him. You understood all the efforts he made to keep himself at a high level not only on the tracks, but also off them. No matter how much they wanted it, Lewis always wanted more.

"You're distracting me." Lewis muttered, so low you can barely hear him. You got so lost in your own thoughts that you didn't notice your boyfriend's sudden change of position. He's looking at you now, head up towards you. An unabashed, enduring look that makes it unable to look away. He looked hungry. Like you're his prey and he's about to devour you. Graphics are no longer his focus, your eyes have taken their place. You shift in bed, propping yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at him.

"But I'm not doing anything." Your voice sounds confused. You take a sip of the pineapple juice he brought you earlier, enjoy the cooling sensation in your throat. Your boyfriend shakes his head, moves one hand to his hair, adjusts the braids in the elastic band that holds them in a low bun. A giggle escapes from his lips as his gaze turns back to you.

"The way you're looking at me. This is distracting me. You know I can't think about anything else when you look at me like that" This is your turn to laugh. Lewis was always being so focused on his activities and a simple look distracted him. It sounded unbelievable, but you knew it was true. The same with you. A mere look, a small touch, a few words. Little gestures from Lewis were enough to make you crazy. And it was good to know you had the same effect on him.

You leave your glass on the table next to the bed, hears the tinkle of the glass material in contact with the thick wood.

"Like what? How do I look at you, Lew?" You ask. You lean your neck to the side, lean your face on your hand, slyly. He keeps looking at you, fire rising in his brown eyes. A shiver ran down your spine as you noticed the flames in his irises. His hand left his hair and went to his chin. He smoothed his beard, a smug smile painting his face. He puts the computer aside, stands up. He was in this game with you, always.

Lewis starts walking to you, his steps slow, calm, so graceful that you feel mesmerized, unable to look away from your man. You didn't know if you'd ever be able to stop looking at him, at everything you loved about him. The perfect face, framed by his newly made braids. His silky, shiny, well hydrated skin. His bright brown eyes, so kind that set you on fire and at the same time made you feel extremely loved, cared. His strong, well-built muscles, glistening in the evening light. Even his short stature. Before him, you used to say that you didn't like short men, that they weren't attractive. But Lewis. He managed to be different in everything. You've come to admire his short stature. You could see the greatness behind it. You loved all the little things that made Lewis be himself.

Suddenly, he's right in front of your bed, his legs touching the edge of it. All he's wearing is a pair of sweatpants, hanging freely around his waist, his tattooed abs exposed only to you. His hand touches your ankle, big enough to circle it completely. He squeezes it. You try to escape from his grip, try to move your leg, but Lewis is faster than you and pulls you by the ankle, a scream escaping your lips as he does. His fucking good reflex, you think. He pulls you up until you're sitting on the edge of the bed, right in front of him. He lowers himself to your level, watches you, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Even after so long, his gaze so close, so intense, makes you nervous, restless.

Unexpectedly, he pushes you onto the soft mattress again, his body hovering over yours, your legs spread to accommodate him. His strong frame grapples your small body. One hand dropped to his side so his body weight doesn't fall all over you. The other hand gently touches your face, his hot body dangerously close to yours. His breath hovers over your face, his mouth inches from yours. You close your eyes, wait for him to kiss you, but then his face is curving and he fits right into the crook of your neck. His nose creeps over your skin slowly, smells your scent intensely. A hoarse groan comes out of his throat, looking deeply pleased to experience your scent, to be so close to you again.

"Fuck, baby. I love your smell, it is so good. You don't even know how fucking crazy it make me feel."

You make a satisfied sound at the compliment and feel your face heat up. You smile when you realize this. Few words and he left you helpless, dizzy in his arms. That was the effect Lewis had on you.

"Do you still want to know how you were looking at me?" He whispers in her ear, the husky voice more than enough to soak your panties. Not satisfied, your boyfriend lifts one of his arms, takes his hand away from your face, and leaves it on one of your breasts, covered only by a tank top you stole from him. He rubs his finger across it, creating a nice friction between the thin fabric and your skin. He makes your nipples hard quickly and you feel like you will melt under his touches. His hand quickly seeps along the side of the fabric, his fingers now in direct contact with your skin, pinching your sensitive nipple. "Answer me baby"

"Yes, yes, please!" Your voice comes out shaky, needy. He laughs at your tone. Loves how responsive you are to him. He feels proud of it, of being able to cause so many sensations in you. In give you so much pleasure that you could never find it in another person.

"You gave me that look." He pauses, his mouth licking a sensitive spot on your neck. You moan against his cheek in ecstasy. "That look you always give me when you want me to eat your pretty pussy out. The one you give me when we're partying and you just want to go back home and ride my dick. That one you give me when all you want is my dick buried deep inside of that fat pussy of yours." The effect his words have on you is inexplicable. You feel your stomach tighten, the thin fabric of your panties sticking to your skin, a sign of how wet you were for him.

Lewis finally removes his face from your neck, looks back at you, one of his hands gripping your chin, forces you to look at him. Lewis' eyes darkened and he leaned into you, capturing your mouth in a kiss and you were lost in the feel of his hot tongue on your lips. The tingling in your center got harder to ignore and you tried to ease the tension by pressing your legs together.

"Is that what you want, baby? You want daddy's cock buried deep inside of your pussy, yeah?" He asks, even though he already knows the answer. You nod your head. He had just taken you a few hours ago and you still weren't satisfied. And he didn't seem to either. You seemed addicted to each other, you never got tired of that feeling, of being intertwined with each other. This was the effect of a long-distance relationship, marked by long trips, facetime calls and different time zones. An endless longing, so strong that it hurt. So when you were together, alone, with all the time in the world just for the two of you, you wanted to enjoy it in the best way. Just couldn't help but be around him.

"I want to hear you, babygirl" Lewis mutters, pinching your chin once more. A sigh escapes your lips. He had barely touched you, but you are already completely inert, unable to put words together, to form a single sentence.

"Yeah, daddy, please" You swallow hard, brush your lips against his, kiss him one more time. He pulls back the slightest bit, rubs his thumb over her lips.

"That's all you had to say." He mumbles, lays you down completely against the mattress and rises up minimally, only to touch you with greater ease. His hands traveled down your body and stopped at the hem of your shirt. He lifts the fabric, exposes your belly, the small, wet panties you wore completely exposed to him. You spread your legs, giving him a better view of your pulsating center. A sigh escapes from you lover. He runs his finger over your wet panties, your back arches and you exhale harshly.

Your lips were parted at the small sounds, which weren't completely moans, that escaped your mouth. You didn't feel capable of formulating anything a bit elaborate when his hands were on you. Lewis ran his finger up and down slowly, teasing you, creating little shivers of pleasure through your body. But suddenly, he pauses his movements. The pad of his thumb against your core, a nice, good pressure, but it wasn't enough. You needed more.

"Tell me, baby. Tell me what you want." He asks. Always a tease, he always wanted to push you to the limit, loved to hear you begging, loved to dominate you. You take a deep breath, couldn't stand that torture for so long. Your hands reach for his face, his neatly trimmed beard tickling your fingers. You bring him close again, your lips millimeters apart.

"I want you to eat my pussy, daddy. Want you to fuck me with your tongue and then I want to cum all over your face. Please, daddy" You whisper, your fingertips caressing his face. Lewis lets out a groan when he hears you talking like that, so brazenly. It makes his cock, painfully hard against your leg, twitch. With that, his fingers curl around the sides of your hips and he finally pulls your panties down, leaving your pussy bare for him. You spread your legs once more, this time wider. You can feel it dripping, wetting the white sheets.

His eyes land on your bare pussy, open and glistening for him, soaked and pulsing around nothing. Anxiety took over his body, an uncontrollable urge to run his tongue along your damp folds, explore every part, taste you once more. Feel the strange satisfaction when you finally reach the peak.

He seems to lose himself there, continues to watch in complete adoration. You sigh impatiently, your body shaking in anticipation. Then you dip your own fingers into your heat, little noises echoing through the room evidencing just how soaked you were. You lift your fingers in front of his face, show how wet they are. "See? How much I want you?" You say, a mischievous smile painting your features.

Lewis wastes no time, takes your hands in his and licks your fingers, his tongue greedily brushing it, savoring your taste. "Your taste is so fucking good. I don't think I could ever live without it" He says, bends down, his face right in front of your needy center. His hands touched your thighs, leaning on them.

He finally seemed to take pity on you and ran his tongue all the way from your opening to your clit. You closed my eyes, a deep groan cutting through your throat.

"Don't you dare take your eyes off mine." Lewis ordered against your folds, the feel of his hot breath against your skin making you shiver. You look down, meeting his brown eyes, darker now, lust dripping from them. You feel your body tremble again under his gaze, but you don't dare look away. With his eyes locked on yours, he slowly slid his tongue between your folds. A loudly groan left your lips, your hands finding his braids, pulling them gently.

He repeated this gesture countless times, carrying the wetness from your entrance to your clit, intensifying your arousal. But then his tongue stopped at your sensitive clit, circling the area repeatedly and then sucking on it. A whimper escaped your lips, your hands squeezing his scalp harder now, trying to push his face against your pussy more intensely, trying to feel more of him. With that, your body burst into flames, flames cutting across your skin. You came violently, shivering and moaning his name loud and clear.

You think he's going to stop, pull away, give you some time to recover before he pushes into you. But he doesn't stop. He kept eating you relentlessly. His fingers work on you now, two of them inside of you, moving in and out quickly as his tongue sucks your clit. Everything feels more intense now, the sensations driving you off the cliff quickly. Your hip starts to move involuntarily, trying to keep up with the rhythm of his fingers. You throw your head back, eyes closed. Feel your whole body shudder, come again. The second time was even more ravishing than the first.

Your shaky legs close around Lewis' head, you couldn't take it anymore, your body had been reduced to a whimpering mess, but he didn't seem to get tired. He seemed determined to take one more orgasm out of you and so he did, taking everything out of you until you were completely spent. You were in a state of ecstasy, moaning incoherently, whispering Lewis' name over and over.

When he rises up again, you find your lover licking his lips, removing the remnants of your flavor. He also looks like a mess, pupils dilated, cheeks flushed, beard damp, wet with his juices. He seems to have enjoyed it as much as you did at that moment. Always so attentive and so devoted to you, your pleasure was his too.

He holds your face with both hands, licks your lips before kissing you. When your own taste invades your senses, you moan, caressing his shoulders, reveling in the sensation. So promiscuous and dirty, but at the same time so intimate and loving.

He pulls back again, his fingers plucking at your shirt, lifts the fabric and runs it down your arms, finally stripping you naked. He looked at you intensely, appreciating your features carefully, admiring your body as if it was the first time he was seeing it. It makes your face flush and your heart beats faster in your chest. Each time you gave yourself completely to Lewis it was different, sometimes more romantic, sometimes more aggressive, but always intense, overwhelming. Each time was unique, with its own emotions, but they all ended up flooding your mind with memories of the first time he made you his. It was always new, but it was also always permeated by an old feeling, which was present every time.

"You're so fucking beautiful. I will never get tired of looking at you." He mumbles sincerely. You could never control your emotions when he talked to you like that. He knew how to balance things so well, always so good. He set you on fire and at the same time made you feel so loved. You felt your heart do somersaults in your chest.

Lewis takes his time with you, kisses your neck, your breasts, your belly, his hot tongue leaving sparks wherever he goes. You lift your body slightly, your fingers reaching for the waistband of the gray sweatshirt he was wearing. You don't think twice before pushing it down. Lewis laughs at your eagerness, pulls back a little so he can remove his pants properly.

Seeing him naked was always overwhelming, destructive. You would never get used to that sight, you could never get tired of it. Strong shoulders, hard muscles, well built. The dark tattoos, delicate lines on his skin. You move your gaze down his abdomen, until you get there. His cock felt painfully hard, throbbing against his lower abdomen. God, it was perfect. Big and thick, it felt heavy against his skin. You feel your pussy throb as your eyes focus on the light veins covering him, his head rosy and full of precum.

He comes back to you, hands tucking your thighs, keeping you open for him. His heavy cock drops between your folds, the first contact makes you moan. Lewis rubs his length there, collecting your wetness and spreading it on his cock. He repeats the movement over and over again. Your impatience grows and your body trembles beneath his, seems to break into tiny pieces every time he slides into you. You would never be able to have the same self-control, the same patience he had.

"God, can you feel it? Can you feel how fucking hard I am? How fucking hard you make me feel?" He says, eyes glued to yours. You feel your chest heat up when you hear this. He was like this because of you, always because of you.

"Jesus, Lewis" You moan, devastated, impatient. "Just fuck me" A laugh escapes his lips, a boyish smile.

"My pretty slut, always so eager to be full of me, huh?" You nod desperately. It wasn't a lie. "On all fours for me, baby," Lewis says, his voice harsh, authoritative. You promptly obey his command and turn around, get on all fours in the middle of the bed, propped up on your forearms. Belly down and ass up for him. You feel Lewis positioning himself behind you and you squirm in anticipation.

"Fuck, you look so sexy like this" You hear your lover muttering. His hands touch your bum and he slaps you hard there, making you scream. He repeats the movement and you feel your skin prickling, the pleasure and pain mixing together, driving you crazy. "Gonna fuck you now, my pretty girl"

Lewis keeps his promise. You catch your breath at the feel of him entering your heat, plunging deep into you, stretching your tight pussy. "God, you're so fucking wet, baby. So tight for me" He murmurs, planting kisses down her spine before returning to his original position and sliding his length into my pussy again."Feels so fucking good". He cups the back of your head, presses your face against the mattress, and starts moving, painfully slow, deep thrusts, the way he knew drove you crazy. The room was filled with the sounds of Lewis' frames hitting your ass, his heavy balls moving back and forth in time with his thrusts. It was all extremely erotic and only made you wetter.

His hands leave his neck and reach for your disheveled hair, tugging hard on the strands, until you're upright, his chest pressed against your back. Everything looks perfect that way. The hard muscles of his abdomen pressed against you, his hot breath on your neck, strong hands gripping your waist and your hair. The new angle makes you gasp, lose your breath and all your senses. His fingers move again and reach for your chin, turning your face to the side, just enough so he could kiss your lips. He keeps moving at a torturously slow pace, reaching deep inside you. You gasp into his mouth.

Lewis moves his hand from your waist to your sensitive clit, rubbing the area ruthlessly as he thrusts. You parted your lips from his to moan his name out loud as a wave of overwhelming pleasure washed over his body.

"Fuck, daddy, I'm gonna cum. Shit, I'm gonna fucking cum" You can't control yourself and come, squeezing his length, soaking him in your juices.

"That's it, baby. Soak daddy's dick just like that." He murmurs in your ear, bites the earlobe, then licks the side of your neck. You throw your head on his shoulder as he fucks you through your orgasm, fighting to control himself, to make that moment last, to give you as much pleasure as he can.

You screamed in surprise as he laid your body down on the mattress again, his body falling on top of your right after, choking you in the best way he could. Lewis' strong muscles covered your body, his hands reached for yours and held them. He pushed his hips back into you, his rhythm now fast, relentless, just the way he liked it. You try to roll your hips beside him, just fast as he's doing.

"You like it rough, don't you, baby girl?" He whispers, a russky voice in your ear. You feel a lonely tear running down your cheek, the pleasure so hard it makes you cry. You felt your pussy tighten around him again and you came once more, a muffled moan escaping your lips.

Lewis couldn't control himself this time, your pussy clenching so tight on his cock he couldn't hold back anymore. "I'm gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna let you full of me one more time." And with that, he came deep inside you, his hot cum painting your soft walls. A deep, almost animalistic moan escaped his lips.

Countless minutes pass and you both lie in bed the same way, Lewis's heavy body crushing yours, his cock writhing, pulsing inside you. You could stay like this for the rest of your life, you think. But at some point he moves, his cock sliding out of you. Both of you sigh at the loss of contact.

He lies down on the mattress again, pulls you to lie on top of him. Your head against his chest, his legs tangled with yours. You feel his cock, still semi-hard against your thigh. It makes you sigh.

His heartbeat is against your palm. His heart is beating in a smooth rhythm, his breathing controlled. His hands reach for your back, fingers running up and down your skin, imaginary designs being made there. You smile, inert, and feel him doing the same. Watch the horizon in front of you, the dark sky through the big bedroom windows, feel the cool breeze coming through them.

Lying there, on his chest, feeling his body hug yours, you felt in the right place. All you needed was right here, snuggling with you, you didn't need the world's acceptance. A feeling of peace took over your body, your eyelids began to feel heavy and closed. You could hear Lewis's quiet breathing, his chest rising and falling slowly. An "I love you" is the last thing you hear before you fall asleep.

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ok i'm thinking about charles way more than i should... poor boy is been having a though moment and... would you like to read some submissive charles smut?

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heyy random question… but have you read a specific lewis fanfic on tumblr where lewis and reader have a daughter, nicknamed bambi, but reader and lewis are not together anymore and reader and lewis get back together after he invites her to a race? if you have can you please tell me the name of it as i can’t seem to remember what it is for the life of me

btw i really love your work ❤️

YEAH i remember and i btw i loved that fic 🥺 i think the girl who wrote it deleted her account unfortunately :((

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i'm quite willing to write some mbappe smut... he was my big obsession this world cup and he's so sweet 🥺 do you have any ideas? send me your requests please!!

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FEELS LIKE VEGAS

Pairing : Lewis Hamilton x Black reader

SUMMARY : Lewis missed partying and reader gets to a side of him she has never seen before.

WARNINGS (+18) : FLUFF, FUN AND LIGHT SMUT (mention of oral sex, light cock warming).

(English is not my first language so feel free me to correct me so I can improve it next time).

I hope that you enjoy it and if you did let me know by commenting, reblogging or leaving a feedback. Writing takes a lot of time so it’s always pleasing to read a comment even in anon.

“Sweetie come on, come with us.” Lewis whispered in your ear, his hands rubbing your tummy as he gave you puppy eyes.

You let out a heavy sigh, turning your body to face him, “I don’t like the type of music they’re going to play. It’s okay you can go and have fun I’ll be there when you come back.”

“I want to have fun with my girl.” The softness of his voice betrayed his desire for you to be right next to him as he parties in one of the most selective club in Las Vegas. 

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Title: Iont Even Need 7 Minutes {One Shot} **

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Warning: Cursing, NSFW, Mutual Pining, Forbidden Romance, Dual POVs, SMUT

Words: 6.4k

Summary: Childish games lead to grown folks’ thangs.

Note: I’ve taken liberties with actual facts, so just rock with it. 

Thank you all so much for reading, I appreciate it!

If you enjoyed this, please, LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG!!

***NOT Edited/Proofread***

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So Good.

[Lewis Hamilton x Actress!Reader]

Based on: So Good by Halsey.

Warnings: Angst, Abu Dhabi and Monza 2021 (I’m so sorry), some fluff, few cheesy dialogues (cause I’m a dumbass), depression, insomnia, eating disorder and weight loss.

Word Count: 15.5K words (I’ve never written this much in my life so far, I’m so proud of myself).

A/N: My first Lewis fic, I wasn’t expecting it to be done with during the Abu Dhabi race week but oh well💀 I’m personally quite happy with how this turned out! I hope y'all like it <33

Bold and italicized font: song lyrics.

Italicized font: flashbacks.

“I remember the night, I was so frustrated.”

You could only bury your hands, head filled with shock and completely blank.

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good in bed

summary: being Lewis Hamilton PR was a big challenge. but being locked in a motorhome with him was a much bigger one.

pairing: lewis x reader

word count: 6.4k

warnings: 18+, general smut, angst

notes: i'm reposting this one just because... yeah i kinda like it. english isn't my first language so there are many mistakes here. i'm so sorry for that :(

“If he wants to prove that he’s a man, I think we should do it out of the car, face to face.”

That phrase, that damn phrase was glued in your mind, disturbing your peace and bringing a sudden panic from the moment you heard it from Lewis’s lips during press conference. 

When you were hired by Mercedes team to be Lewis’ PR, you knew you were going to be dealing with tricky things. You would be taking care of the image of a great F1 team, a team that was winning, dominating the category. You would be taking care of the image of an even greater driver, who was considered one of the best the world has ever seen. And when things were so great, the responsibilities were even greater. But you always liked challenges, liked to feel challenged. 

When they hired you a few months ago, Lewis was having a rough time. The 2016 season was controversial and the Mercedes drivers were involved in a huge battle for the world championship. Nico Rosberg had the win, but it cost a lot. The German driver couldn’t deal with the pressure and decided to retire right after his win. And, Lewis, well. He was a relentless pilot, that was a fact. Aggressive, technical, dominant. One of the best on track. But outside of them, he was still seen as a somewhat controversial figure. He was that kind of person you either loved or hated. There was no middle ground. He sometimes talked too much in interviews. Spit all his feelings, let people know more than they need to. And when you’re a famous person, it’s dangerous. People can’t know that much about you. 

So your duty was to clean up his image. Make him the idol that Mercedes wanted to build. You accepted that challenge. You felt capable enough to do that. And there you are.

The race in Baku had not ended well. In fact, quite the opposite had happened. Lewis was leading the race by a huge margin and was on track to beat Sebastian Vettel, his main opponent that year. However, while waiting for the safety car to leave, the rear of the Mercedes car was hit full-on by the red car. As if that wasn't enough, Sebastian even hit Hamilton one more time, when they were side by side. Even with all the damage, Lewis managed to finish in fifth place. It had been a great run of recovery and damage containment, but he was extremely dissatisfied. One thing led to another, and he ended up saying countless things he shouldn't have during the interview. And it made you extremely angry. 

You were used to it. She was used to fixing things, putting out the flames Lewis lit. Used to handle it well, kept calm. But today, that had crossed all limits. You guys had a damage containment schedule, he knew what to say when this kind of unexpected thing happened. But he just decided to forget all about it and said whatever stupid shit made him look like a damn rockie. You wanted to yell at him, call him deplorable names. In many other moments you also felt this urge. But nothing compared to what he felt this time. Maybe it was the heat of Baku. You didn't like the hot weather. It just made you more stressed.

But you couldn't put him in his place right there, in front of all the media. You knew better than that. She was smarter than he was, after all. Then, right after the press conference was over, you escorted him to his motorhome, as you always did. Side by side, walking together. Both serious, carrying your own frustrations. 

He went in first, leaving the door open for you. He wasn’t a gentleman, you thought. But you accepted the invitation. You went through the door like a hurricane and slammed it shut. So much force that a loud noise echoed through the walls of the motorhome, startling the driver.

“Are you crazy?” The driver asks, turning his head to look at you properly. 

“I should be asking that question, don't you think? Are YOU crazy?” The words came out from my lips, roughly, accusatory. He give you a sinister laugh in response. You don’t like the sound of it. 

“Look, that fucker literally hit me. I should be the winner of that shit race and instead I end P5. Vettel is still the leader. I'm so fucking pissed off, you don’t even know”. He laughs again, this time louder than before. You realized that this was something common with him. He used to laugh whenever he was nervous about something. “So what the hell do you expect me to say? That I'm oh so happy to be P5 when I could win the fucking race?”

“I expected you to say what we agreed before?” You gesture with your hands. Can't understand how someone like him, who's been in the spotlight for so many years, can't answer the media's questions without giving them ammunition. 

He doesn't answer you. That was another thing about him. He just ignored people so he wouldn't continue arguing. You were already used to it. But then, he started taking off his Mercedes white shirt, the toned abdomen now visible, the dark lines of the tattoos decorating his body. Getting ready to finally leave, go back to the hotel, rest a bit before fly back home. 

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Taking off my clothes?”  He answers like it's obvious. 

“Now? In front of me? Right when we're fighting?” 

"Don't act like you've never seen it before." - He says, a naughty smile painting his lips. You ignore the weird shiver that runs down his spine when he looks at you like that. "And you are fighting. Alone. I'm not fighting with you. For what it matters, I don't give a fuck to any of this. My image. What the media will say. What you are saying. I don't fucking care." 

You shake your head in disbelief after hearing Lewis' words. How could anyone be so selfish? Egocentric?

"Want to know? Fuck you Lewis! Fuck. You." You say, upset. You turn your back to Lewis and start walking toward the door in quick, precise steps. Feel his eyes on you during the process. Don't want to be in that tiny cubicle anymore. Can no longer breathe the same air as that man. But when you put one of your hands on the doorknob, you realize something is wrong. The handle does not turn as it should. It looks stuck.

"Ugh, what is the problem with this door? Fuck!" You mumble. Low enough that the rider thinks you're talking to yourself, but loud enough that he hears and comes to your aid. You had your pride, after all. You wouldn't ask him for help even if I needed it to live.

"So stubborn and can't even open a fucking door. What a joke!" He complains but you hear his footsteps, walking towards you. Seconds later, he's behind you. His bare chest inches from your back, one arm outstretched, his hand on the doorknob. You're practically cornered by him. You hold your breath.

"Fuck! This shit is broken. Fucking hell." He says, his deep voice in your neck makes you shiver. In all these months, you've never been this close. It makes your body behave in a strange way, but you try to ignore it. Focus on the problem you need to deal with right now. You're stuck in the motorhome with Lewis. You need to find a way to get out of here. 

"I can't believe I'm stuck here. With you." Your voice comes out as a moan, anguished, anxious to get out of that place soon. You'd  always hated the feeling of being trapped. That's why you used to avoid elevators. And while the motorhome had ample space, Lewis’ presence made it a smaller square than the elevator. And it made you panic.

"You talk like it's not your fault. You're the one who broke the fucking door."

He scoffs, hands still on the doorknob. His body is still close to yours. You turn around at his words. His face is mere inches from yours. You could feel his rhythmic breathing, could see his face perfectly. The pretty contour of the nose, his perfectly plucked eyebrows, bright brown eyes, all the details of his face exposed to you. But what caught your attention the most were his lips. Full, lower lips the same size as the upper ones. Perfect. For a few moments, you imagine what it would be like to kiss him. Would he be dominating, aggressive, just like he was on the tracks? Or would he let you take control?

You shake your head, try to banish those thoughts from your mind. Try to focus on the situation in front of you.

"Why are you always looking for a way to blame other people, huh? What the hell, why do you always do this? Why do you always blame me?" 

The phrases come out of your mouth quickly, without thinking enough before saying them. They've been in you for a while and you’ve been waiting for so long to say it to the driver. Thought this was the right time to spit it out. They didn't make much sense right now. In the end of it all, the handle was broken because you used all your strength to close the door. Too tightly. But you didn't want to think about it. Just wanted to hurt him the same way he hurted you. But your thoughts and your words are abruptly interrupted. Lewis' lips were glued to yours. He was kissing you.

You felt like your whole world stopped. At that moment, all that mattered was the fact that his lips was against yours. He wasn't soft at all, in fact his contact was extremely dominating, strong. It suited him. He parted your lips, his tongue finally dipping, exploring your mouth intensely as his hands slowly roamed your back. He pulled you to him, and seemed eager to take all of you completely. One of his hands gripped the back of your neck tightly, forcing you to stand there and feel everything his lips were willing to give. The other roamed around your waist, holding that region possessively, pressing your body on his. A moan escape from your lips, and it makes him even more ferocious. Your hands, still shy and trembling, reach his shoulders and you decide to leave them there. Feeling his muscles move in your fingers. The sensation is delicious and consumes every bit of you. Your head spun out of control, the feel of his body strong against mine was overwhelming, intoxicating.

You always thought those “enemies to lovers” romances were silly, something that could never happen outside of the books pages. But in that small room in a motorhome, surrounded by Lewis’s scent and taste, you could see a little bit of truth in those romances. The sudden fights, the sexual tension that hung in the air, the strange desire that took over your body. All those silly cliches coming to life right before your eyes. 

When the air is no longer present between you two, Lewis pulls away minimally, just enough for both of you to catch your breath. His lips are still softly touching yours and now both of his hands are on your face, holding you gently. His eyes meet yours and you feel your entire body combust in that moment. There is so much lust, so much desire there and it makes all your senses disappear.

"If I only knew that all I needed to do to shut that dirty little mouth of yours was kiss you.” He pauses, lets his head drop to the level of your neck. Breathes your scent, leaves wet kisses on your skin. You moan once more, completely surrendered to him. Completely at his mercy. "I would have kissed you sooner." He finishes looking you into your eyes again, lingering. But then he's looking at your lips. They were probably red and swollen from his kisses. His lips twisted into a smirk. The one he always gave after saying something bold or after winning one of your usual arguments.

You roll your eyes to him. You should go away from him. Try to open the door again. Yell for someone of the team and ask for help. But you just can't. There's something that makes it impossible for you to simply go away. Maybe it was his smell, so strong and intoxicating. You would never admit it out loud, but you found his scent fascinating, addictive. Even after spending hours in a racing car, he still smelled oh so good. But maybe it wasn’t his smell. Maybe it was his kisses, so demanding that you knew he could do anything he wanted from you. Or maybe it was his hot body against yours. All solid like a rock, muscles carefully built with years of workout smacking your small body. In the end of it all, maybe it was a combination of all of it with the months of sexual tension and mutual desire hidden by your daily fights. That was making you crazy. But you don't want to overthink it. Just tell him to shut up and kiss his soft lips again.

His hands sneak down to the back of your legs. A request for you to jump up and wrap them around his waist. You obey and promptly comply his request. A moan escaped his lips when he felt your hot pussy against his needy, throbbing cock. Even through the clothes he could feel how needy you were, how much you wanted it. Without taking his mouth away from yours, he walks with you in his arms to the small gray sofa that occupied the central area of the motorhome room. He sits there with you in his arms. Kiss your lips in a hungry way again and again. Trace the line of your neck with his tongue. Let soft kisses there. Mumble naughty things in your ear. You feel that at any moment your body is going to catch fire. Every move he makes, every gesture seems to be minimally calculated. Specially designed to set you on fire.

You move slowly in his lap, feeling the hardness of his length against your pussy. Your panties were already soaked. Your juices are leaking through the fabric and running down between your thighs. You suspected it was staining the black pants he was wearing, but he didn't seem to mind.

For the first time he pulls away from you, giving you just enough room to pull the Mercedes shirt off your body. You feel embarrassed when his intense gaze falls on his breasts, now fully exposed to him. You had let go of bras a few years ago, you didn't feel the need to wear them anymore. But in that moment you regret your choices, when he drank the view exposed to him. He looked mesmerized. His face comes closer to your body again, he leaves a trail of kisses from your neck down to your breasts. "You're perfect". he murmurs against your skin. "Fucking perfect." And you feel your stomach tighten. You feel confident again, like you're the most beautiful and powerful woman in the world. His praise sends all your insecurities away. It makes you even wetter, as if that were possible.

When his hands reached your breasts, you were sure that you had died and arrived in paradise. His big hands enveloped it, taking up all the volume. His long fingers brushed your nipples, immediately hardening them. "You like that, don't you? My little whore." Nodding your head, you arched your back, pushing your breasts against his hands, giving him greater access to your body. His hands didn't take long to accept your  offer. Lewis massaged your breasts slowly, making you sigh, moan his name, ask for more. At that moment, your eyes were closed, but you were pretty sure he was smiling. Could feel it. Bastard.

So intoxicated you were by the pleasure he was giving you, that you don't even notice when one of his hands leaves your breast and then his lips enclose your right nipple, drawing a loud moan from you. You lose track of time. You don't know where you are anymore. The only thing that goes through your mind are the sensations Lewis is making you feel. You need to hold back when he repeats the movements on your left breast or you'll end up coming just from it. How can a man be that good?

With your left breast on his lips, Lewis slides one hand down your legs, until he reaches the hem of your black skirt. He doesn't think twice before taking it out off your body, leaving you half naked for him, only the damp fabric of your panties covers your body now.

Unfortunately for you, Lewis leaves your breast, but doesn't leave you in misery for long. The man lets out a loud groan as his fingers make contact with your wet pussy still covered by your panties. He takes it off of your body easily, his hot finger finally in contact with your needy folds.

"Holy shit, baby, you’re dripping… soaking up my fingers." He gently pressed your clit, massaging slowly before sliding two of his fingers inside of your heat. Your lips parted as a moan left your body. Your hadn't been this wet in your entire life. When he starts moving his fingers quickly, in and out of your pussy, you lose control, feel completely dizzy. "Wet like this for someone you hate that much?" 

A million different sensations passed through your body, spreading from each  point where Lewis was touching you. The way he thrust his fingers into you or how he kissed your breasts and your neck. Everything was so intense that you couldn't hold back for long, and in a moment of euphoria, you came on his fingers, your body shaking so intensely that Lewis had to let go of your right breast to hold your waist tightly. You muttered nonsense words, moaned his name out loud, not caring if one of the many employees passing by would hear you. His fingers continued to work furiously on your sodden pussy, sliding in a rhythm so overwhelming it had you screaming.

"You look so much prettier like this, you know? Totally under my control, coming just for me." 

When he finally seems to take pity on your exhausted state, his fingers leave your pulsing center. You breathe hard, consumed by the pleasure he was giving to you. But one movement catches your eye. Lewis's wet fingers reached his lips and then he started licking them. Licking your cum, your taste from his fingers. You've never seen anything so sexy before. "You're so fucking sweet" He said. Eyes glued to yours as he licks his fingers clean. "Even more than I imagined." Oh so he had imagined it before?

He closed his eyes as he spoke, as if he were savoring your taste, delighting in it. That was so hot. You couldn't articulate a decent answer to that. But your hands began to work. You slipped them down to the waistband of his pants, opening the zip and palming his hard bulge. You felt his body shudder under your touch. Realizing that made you feel an overwhelming need to make him feel as much pleasure as he was making you feel.

You hesitated for a moment. Your fingers stopped at the waistband of the black jeans he wore. You looked up at his face, finding his brown eyes glaring at you, pleading, eager for your next move. With that look, you felt something light. You felt powerful there, on top of him, setting the pace. He was at your mercy now. And you were enjoying it. "Tell me what you want Lewis" Your voice is steady, your eyes glued to his. Fingers hovering over the fabric of his pants. He moans your name under his breath, the pleading tone dripping into his voice. He has his pride, he would never plead with you. He just thrusts his hips into your hands, making you feel how hard he is. For you.

You give up any verbal pleading on his part. You already had control.  Didn't need anything else. Finally you slid down his pants and underwear, all at only one time, making his hard dick bounce, hovering in his lower abdomen. See it took your breath away. Your eyes widened at the sight of Lewis's cock, big and thick, throbbing against his skin. Protruding veins covering his entire length. His red and moist tip was covered in his pre-cum. That was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

Your fingers circled him, giving him a soft stroke. A strangled moan emerged from Lewis' lips. “Fuck, this feels so good." You stroked him once more, this time with a bit more of strength and savored the feel of his big dick between your fingers, the soft skin and the hardness of his member, throbbing under your touch. You think about how good his heaviness would feel on your tongue. Get ready to be on your knees in front of him. Want to taste him on your lips. When you move to get off his lap, Lewis sighs and holds you down.

Grabbing your hair, Lewis gently pulled it, pressure enough to make you moan. "So eager to have my cook in that filthy mouth of yours, huh?" He asked, his lips hovering close to yours. "I will let you gag on my cook, baby. But not now. Now I need to feel that tight pussy around me."  God. All the blood in your body has pooled in your center, your wet cunt pulsing and piercing every one of your senses.

You feel your entire body getting hot, in an almost feverish state. Can't wait any longer, so you just take matters into your own hands. Hold his throbbing cock in your hands and masturbate his length slowly, drawing a groan from him. Positioned your body so that your dripping entrance is hovering over his cock. Pass his swollen tip through your entrance one, two, three times until Lewis loses his patience and grip your hips tightly, making you slide his length, taking all of him. 

It is so overwhelming that you lose your breath for a few seconds. He's so big and so thick and fill you up so well that you lose all your senses. You swallow hard. Feel him pulsing inside of you, just as needy as you. It was all too much but at the same time it seemed too little. You wanted to feel more of him, you needed to feel more of him. With that, you started moving your hips slowly, trying to feel every single inch of him. The way he fit you so perfectly made it seem like he was built exclusively for you, to give you pleasure.  How could you live so long without feeling this? 

“Shit, baby, you’re so tight” Lewis whines, his head falling over the back of the sofa. You look at his face and just that sight seems to be enough to make you come. Eyes closed, cheeks flushed and mouth slightly open, moaning your name over and over again. He looked helpless there, completely at your mercy. You were in control. “So warm and so fucking tight.”

You placed both hands on his neck, using it for support to ride him faster, harder. You watched his eyes widen at your act, a strangled moan leaving his lips.

"You like that, don't you? You like being my little toy? Being used exclusively for my pleasure turns you on, huh?" You say mockingly, taking advantage of the vulnerable state of that man who was normally so dominant. He groans shamelessly, enjoying the feeling of your warm walls around him, strangling his cock. Seeing him like this, so helpless, desperate to take everything you were willing to give, set you on fire. You wanted to hold back more, you wanted to make him beg, to make him come first, but you couldn't. The feel of his cock touching the deepest points of your wet pussy was too much. You couldn't help it. 

You swallow hard, feel your pussy getting tighter and tighter around his cock as your movements start to be slower, clumsy. Everything comes at once. An overwhelming pleasure takes you off the ground and makes you lose your sense of reality. It feels like a dream. This couldn't be real, it was too good to be. You moan his name over and over, can't stop repeating it, sounding like a mantra in your mouth. 

Still sailing the waves of pleasure, you feel Lewis' hands move up your back, now extremely sweaty, until they reach the back your neck. He holds you tight, makes you look at him. The dark eyes stare at you lustfully, as if you're something precious. He kisses you intensely, takes your breath away before he holds your jaw.

"Did I let you do that? Did I let you come?" There he was, the dominant, controlling man. You smiled, still inert, feeling the effects of your recent orgasm. “Answer me. Did I let you come?”

“I didn't know I needed your permission to do it.” You smile again, enjoy that power game. 

“Oh you didn't know huh? Such a whore, aren't you? I will teach you a lesson and you will never, never disobey me anymore.” With that, he gripped the back of your neck tightly again before move his other hand to have a good hold of your ass, hugging your body completely. You gasp when he starts thrusting up, fast and hard. With the new angle, you can feel his cock touching deep points inside of you, points that have never been hit before. You are still sensitive from your recent orgasm, you won't last long this time.

“Oh shit! You're so fucking deep. It's so good, fuck!”

“Yeah? You like it rough, don’t you?” He asks, even though he knows the answer. He knows you're loving it, intoxicated by every little detail of it. He can feel by the way you’re clenching hard around him. By the way you’re moaning his name shamelessly, not caring about the people walking outside and probably listening to the whole show. Completely dick drunk and obsessed with the way he fucks you. But, he want to hear it from you. His big hands slap your ass, making your eyes widen. "I asked you a question. Answer me"  

“Yeah, I love when you fuck me like that, baby. It’s so fucking good, you’re gonna make me come again” You whimper, running your hands through his short beard, feeling the rough hairs on your fingers. Kiss him on the mouth one more time, make him swallow your loud moans and start to move in the same rhythm as him. You want to feel him coming too. 

“You can come baby. Squeeze my dick one more time, love. I want to feel it again.” He murmurs against your cheek, kisses your skin before moving his lips down to your neck, never slowing the insane pace he’s moving his hips. You moan in relief and, with his permission, come once more, soaking his cock in your juices. Nothing could overcome that feeling. It was destructive, addictive. 

“Lewis, fuck! I can't take it anymore, I can't” He laughed when he heard you whimpering. The tables turned again and now you were helpless, reduced to a whimpering mess. With one swift movement, he flipped you over on the small couch, as if you weighed nothing. He maneuvered your body so that he was on top now, hovering over you. That sight made you dizzy, weak. See him like this, sweaty, so strong on top of you, moving fast. He looked so composed, like he wasn't making any effort. This couldn't be real. You were probably dreaming.

Lewis didn't slow down, however. He continued to fuck you even harder, he never seemed to get tired. You've been with a few men in your life, but none of them have been like that. None of them prioritized your pleasure, none of them were so relentless. Without realizing it, that feeling took over your body again and then you were coming again. It wasn't possible.

“Yes, you fucking can. That's what you wanted, isn't it? Cum around my dick, huh? I wanna feel you fucking dripping.” He states, moving one of his hands to your neck, squeezing. You struggle to keep your eyes open but you feel the need to watch that moment. Want to remember him like this forever. Sweat trickling down his strong body, highlighting the many tattoos he has. The way his muscles moved each time he moved his hips back and forth. Lips parted, pupils dilated. He seemed like some kind of God, sent to earth especially to take away your peace and at the same time to make you achieve it. 

Watching him carefully you notice him changing the rhythm of the thrusts, sometimes slower, sometimes a bit faster, slamming his hips relentlessly against yours. Sometimes his eyes would close and he would take a deep breath, you knew he was trying to control himself. He was just as vulnerable as you were, just as off-limits as you were.

“I will make you cum around my cock again, my little whore. You will fucking cum again and again and again. Until you can't stand on your legs. Until this pretty pussy of yours be sore.” His words had an effect on you. Again, you felt your body come apart, now beneath him. The pleasure was so violent that it made you feel a strange pressure in your abdomen, more overwhelming than the previous ones. Unlike anything you've ever felt in your life. Unable to stop yourself, you squirted on him, drenching him completely. That seemed to feed him, made him even more ruthless. You were so sensitive that any little stimulation was overwhelming. Pleasure and pain mixed together. If he didn't have mercy on you now you were sure you would die. 

“Please, Lew, come for me. Come inside me. I need to feel it, I need to feel you. Please.” You beg your hands gently running up and down his cheeks. The pleasure made you so careless, so out of your mind, it was impossible to contain that desire. You were always controlled, careful. You never allowed a man to come inside you, you didn't like to take risks. But at that moment, you needed it. It was an uncontrollable desire. You felt like you would faint if he didn't pour it on you.

That was not common for him either. It went completely against the careful behavior he always had. But he can't help it. Your hot, wet pussy, squeezing him mercilessly was pulling him to do it. When he heard it from your mouth, asking so gently, so needy. That was the end, he couldn't contain himself.

“Fuck, I’m coming. Mhmm, milk my cock, baby. Take all of it” He muttered before finally pouring himself into you. A deep, high-pitched groan tore from his throat. Your name. His hot seed painting your walls. You did as you were told, squeezing your pussy around him until he had completely emptied his load in you. It made you feel complete in an indescribable way. It was too much to explain.

After that, his body collapsed on top of yours, wrapping his strong arms around your body as if he needed that to live. You accepted and returned the gesture, hugging him too. It felt so natural, laying there, completely naked, hugging him, in a circle of completeness that neither of you could ever understand. You hated each other a few hours ago and now you were here, sharing such an intimate moment. It was weird. But then again, you didn't want to overthink about it. So you choose to live the moment and enjoyed it as much as you could. 

You didn't know exactly how long you stayed there, laying together, silent, just contemplating your existence together, but you know exactly the moment that woke both of you. His cock still hard inside of you, pulsing, begging him to move again. It was unbelievable, that man couldn't be real. Did he not get tired? 

As if reading your thoughts, he chuckled, before lifting himself a little and moving his hips again, slow and careful, drawing a groan from you. 

“Are you insatiable? My God” You protest sounds more like a groan than anything else.

He laughs again, that endearing laugh, looking like a kid who's been caught doing something he shouldn't. He knew he'd impressed you and he liked it. "You have not seen anything yet" With that he kisses you deeply, starts moving faster, uses his own cum to make you more slippery, more malleable.

"Lewis? Are you there?"

Angela's voice echoes off the cramped walls of the motorhome, pulling you both out of the wild bubble you've been in. Your eyes instantly widen and for some reason you can't even move. Nervousness consumes you completely and the only thing you can do is watch Lewis, stunned. You silently ask him to do something, to quickly get off of you and tell Angela some lie, but he doesn't. In fact, all he does is continue moving his hips slowly, thrusting gently into your wet pussy. You can't believe the boldness of that man. He certainly was crazy. And maybe you were even more because you were enjoying it. You were enjoying it way too much.

“Yes, Ang.” He answers. Pause to watch you. Move his hips once more. Can't stop his movements even if he wanted to. Being engulfed in your warm walls is just too good to stop now. And besides that, he finds it cute to see you struggling to contain your groans. “Yeah, I'm here.” 

“Are you ok, Lew?” She asks. Her voice was unsure. Of course she thinks the whole situation is way too strange. In normal conditions Lewis would quickly open the door for her. His sore muscles asking for her magic hands to give him some sense of relaxation after all the stress he has been exposed to. But not today. Today he was receiving another kind of recovery treatment.

“Yeah. Yeah, I'm ok. Just...give me five minutes and I'll meet you in my room to stretch a bit before the meeting.”

“Ok, I will see you then!” You know she’s still thinking it’s a bit weird, but she doesn’t push it.  

After you hear the physical therapist's footsteps walking away from the motorhome entrance, you push Lewis' body off of you, sighing at the loss of contact, making him fall onto the couch. His face contorts, a mixture of confusion and dissatisfaction. You shake your head, laughing. That man was crazy. Did he really expect you to stay there all day? “We need to go back to work” You say, casually, as if you weren't doing anything wrong just minutes ago. 

You get up from the couch but your legs give out and for a moment you think you're going to fall on your knees in front of him. You pray to God that this doesn't happen because if it does you will never get out of that motorhome again. Luckily Lewis' big hands grip the back of your thighs. It keeps you steady on your feet. “I got you” He says, a playful smile on his face. You can’t help but smile for him again. You don't know how long you stood there, facing him and smiling. Good sex really makes people silly, you think. 

You escape from his touch quickly, still naked. Walking bewildered through the small space of the motorhome, trying to find your lost clothes on the floor. You inhale and exhale to calm yourself, but ends up being flooded by the scent of sex that hung in the air. Yeah, maybe breathing wasn't the best idea at the moment.

He watches you closely, doesn't move. Still sitting on the couch, beautifully naked. His cock, still hard, rests on the smooth skin of his abdomen. He seems to be oblivious to reality. And you're not much different. Your movements are lost, clumsy. You should yell at him. Insult him and expect him to insult you back. Start a fight. Follow the common routine you've developed over the past few months. But you can't. And neither does he. The atmosphere between you seems calmer, lighter. You strangely expect it to stay that way. 

"Will you leave me here? Like this?"

He asks, finally. Lewis gestures with his hands, signaling his cock, painfully hard and throbbing, clamoring for your attention. You want nothing more than to be on your knees for him, cover him in your saliva, choke on his thick length. But you can’t. Have been too reckless today. You are already fully dressed, the Mercedes uniform covering your body perfectly. But beneath the dark-colored clothes, your skin is sweaty, clammy. Lewis's masculine scent permeated every part of you. His cum dripping down your panties. You try to not think about it. 

"I need to work." You answer, slowly. "I need to fix the mess you've made." Maybe it seems you’re accusing him, but your tone is playful and you’re laughing. Your daily provocation game is taking a new tone. That was good. “And we need to find a way to open the damn door” You say, almost forgot the broken door. Secretly, you were thanking the gods for making that door break. Without it, none of this would have happened. Maybe your life would be easier if none of this had happened, but what's the fun of it?

Lewis only nods but when his mouth twitches into a mischievous smile, you know he’s in the game already. He starts moving, picks up his own clothes, puts them on slowly as you try to arrange your curls. You smile at each other during the process. When both of you are fully clothed, he kisses you intensely, gives a slight slap on your ass. Smile at you again. Maybe wild sex was all you needed to finally stop acting like two silly kids, you think.

[lewisconstellation]

I’m glad you’re back love, impeccable writing as always! Hope you’ve been doing well. 🤎

oh thank you sweetie 💜💜💜💜💜

[lewisconstellation]

kiss it better

summary: you promised to yourself you would never go back to him. the problem is you've never been good at promises.

word count: 5.7k

pairing: lewis x reader

warning: 18+, general smut, angst

notes: english isn't my first language, so there are many mistakes here. i'm so sorry for that :(

You didn't know exactly what you were thinking when you showed up at your ex boyfriend's door.

If someone asked you how you got here, you wouldn't know the answer. When you walked out of the club, slightly drunk and sleepy, all you could think about was Lewis. He seemed to be everywhere, like an omnipresent God who took care of everything, even your thoughts. So, when you noticed, you were already in front of his building, talking to Eddie, the doorman, remembering the route you usually take from the hall to the elevator. It felt like nothing had changed at all. Everything looked the same, except your relationship, that was over now.

When Ashley, one of your best friends, invited you to a nightclub downtown, you promptly declined. You didn't want to party, you didn't have much reason to. You preferred to stay at home, alone, accompanied only by your cozy blankets and Chilean wine, the episodes of House of the Dragon playing on your TV. But you knew your friend, she didn't give up easily. She said you needed to have fun, that the best way to forget your ex was in another man's arms. You decided to obey, you didn't want to be the annoying friend. But intimately, you knew that was a bad idea from the start.

You haven't seen him for two months. Two months since the two of you had ended the relationship you swore would last forever. Two months you missed him, even though you were surrounded by his face and name every place you walked in. Two months that you asked yourself daily what led you to break up. You still haven't found an answer. Neither does he.

People used to say that you were very different. Like opposite stars, moon and sun, you were amazing but you couldn't live together, in the same space.

Secretly, you understood why people said that, after all, they were talking about Lewis Hamilton, seven times world champion, record breaker, the best on and off the track, fantastic in everything he did.

And you? Well, you were just you. Just another ordinary girl, living a normal life. Of course you were successful in your career and very happy in your life out of it but. No fame, no flashes, no world recognition. It wasn't something you craved, though. You liked your life like that, you liked the calm that only anonymity could bring you.

At first, these differences didn’t affect you. You liked them, you felt they made your relationship more interesting, more challenging, stronger. The countless travels, the distance, the comments people made about your relationship. None of that seemed to matter, none of that was an obstacle.

He liked the peace you brought into his life. He liked to be with you and forget he was The Lewis Hamilton. With you, he could just be himself, he didn't have to hide behind the well-built walls of his PR team. He could be a normal person, he could be just another guy in the crowd. And you liked being that person for him. His safe place, his peace.

But at some point - you don't know exactly which - that changed. Everything that seemed to strengthen you became some kind of kryptonite. He constantly complained that you weren't present in his life. That you should attend more GPs, more events, more photoshoots. You, on the other hand, said you were the only one making efforts for your relationship. It was always you who had to go to meet him, it was always you who had to give up your wants so he could achieve his.

You remember the many nights you spent arguing about it. In one of them, right after the Belgian GP, he accused you for not going to the race, for not being there to support him when he needed you most. You felt guilty, but you didn't like the tone he used. Accusatory, inquisitive. You fought back and then you yelled at each other until you no longer knew where the argument had started.

It was always like that. You started arguing for silly reasons and things got worse, until you didn't know what had brought you there anymore. So at some point you just said that you should break up. Lewis agreed, eyes filled with tears, sadness, anger, and so many other feelings you were no longer able to read.

Your relationship was broken, it felt like something that couldn't be fixed. It became toxic, destructive. But just like everything destructive, his love was addictive, you couldn't live without it. His love was like crack to you, a drug, an incurable addiction. Even if you avoided it, you knew that at some point you would meet again.

And you tried to fight it, different ways to avoid it. Blocked him on social media, deleted his number from your cell phone, returned his apartment keys. Cut off all possible forms of contact. You knew you should stay away from him, keep the distance you've built yourself. “The more you run, the closer you got to him”, your friend used to say. Maybe she was right.

A little bit of alcohol in your system was enough to make you forget the anti-Lewis barriers you've patiently built during those months. And there you were, standing at his door, his favorite dress hugging your body, long braids cascading towards your ass, red lipstick on your lips, just how he liked it. It looked like you had planned this, planned to knock on your ex-boyfriend's door at 2AM. You laugh at the thought.

Maybe you should give up. You shouldn't even be there. He could be sleeping or maybe traveling, as he was rarely home. Always on a plane, always in a hotel room. Or he could be with someone else. An instagram model, an actress. Even a singer. Someone just like him, who shared the same joys, same pleasures, same anxieties. Someone that was the opposite of you. Someone perfect for him. It makes a bile rise in your mouth, a shiver runs down your spine. But he was single now. That was none of your business anymore.

You turn your heels, prepare to walk away and forget you were there. But the abrupt noise of the doorknob moving stops you. You hear the door opening and suddenly Lewis is there, right in front of you. Two months later you are occupying the same space, looking at each other. You take a deep breath, ask the gods to keep your feet on the ground, so they don't let your shaky legs fail.

You let your eyes roam over his figure for a few moments. His curly hair was loose, falling freely over his broad shoulders. You liked seeing his hair like this, the honey-colored curls framing his face. You noticed his beard, neatly trimmed on the sides, the hairs in a longer length on his chin. Your eyes drop lower, lingering on his bare abdomen. He seemed to be working out even more regularly, arms stronger, shoulders wider, abs even tighter, pure muscle. The blue sweatpants he's wearing look comfortable on his body, he's cozy on them. You have to learn how to breathe correctly again.

For a few moments you don't know exactly what to say. And neither does he. You are silent, looking at each other as if both of you are scared, waiting to see who would break the silence. He seems to apply.

"What are you doing here? If you've come to call me selfish one more time, I think you’d better leave." You almost laugh when the words leave his lips.

Lewis wasn't the kind of guy who cared about what the others thought about him. He had built a natural defense system against them. But he seemed to have deeply absorbed every word you said to him the night you broke up. When you screamed at the top of your lungs that he was selfish, he felt it. It was painful to hear this from you, the person he loved the most, the person who knew him best. The words stuck in his brain. He'd spent the last few months wondering, pondering if he was a selfish man, if he'd acted selfishly with you.

"How do you know I was here? I didn't knock on the door." You say entering his house. The alcohol that runs through your veins makes you bolder, looser, less shy than usual.

You kick your shoes aside, on the rug that was right next to the door. You know he doesn't like people walking into his house wearing shoes. He didn't want the bad energies that the streets might have to enter his house, his holy temple, his safe space, the place where only those he trusted could stay.

He looks stunned to see you walking into his house like that, so bold. As if nothing had happened, as if nothing had changed. But he doesn't comment on it. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but he was weirdly happy with your presence. He missed you. A sense of loss had hovered over him for the past few months. Your face glued to his mind, your laughter and even your fights tormenting him at times when he shouldn't think about you.

So when you're there, in his apartment, comfortable and barefoot on his carpet, he doesn't know exactly what to do, how to act. But he knows he can't let you go. So he just closes the door, stands at a safe distance from you. Hands back, the typical grandfather's pose. You could tell he was a bit shy.

"I saw you by the cameras”. He points to the big TV in the living room, images of the building's entrance, the elevator and the corridors exposed there. “Eddie told me you were here. I thought he was delirious." You laugh, nod your head, allow yourself to observe his house. The house that was also your refuge for so long, that was the scenario of thousands nights of love you had together. Once again, the sense of familiarity invades your body, leaving traces of nostalgia in your mind.

His living room was still identical to the one you saw when you were last there. A fireplace in the middle of the room, two toffee brown sofas filled with patterned pillows, cozy, just the way he liked it. A sweet scent of vanilla permeated the room, fresh flowers brought a romantic, light air.

If you didn't look closely, you would never suspect that this house belonged to a racing driver. There was nothing there to denounce this, except for the Ayrton Senna painting carefully hanging on the wall. No trophies, none of the many tires he owned for his many poles. He always said that this house was his refuge, that it was the only place where he allowed himself to forget about the tracks and the engines.

Your eyes fell on the large wall of photos he owned. Countless pictures of him with his nephews. Those ones were always your favorites of him. His smile looked more sincere there, more open, white teeth glinting, eyes brighting. A sense of fatherhood that seems to have been born with him. Unconsciously, a smile draws your lips at this sight.

But then, the smile falls from your face. Your pictures with him are still there, adorning the white walls. You and Lewis holding each other on a boat in Italy, him kissing the tip of your nose in the middle of the snow in Canada. A bigger picture of you, smiling wide for him, laughing at some of the bad jokes he always makes. Your heart clenches in your chest. Did he think about you as much as you thought about him?

"Our photos" You say, the words spilling out of your lips before you can think. "They're still here". You point, shock painting your face. Lewis blinks a few times, he looks just as shocked as you are. Eyes wide open, features of a little boy who's been caught doing something he shouldn't.

"Yeah, I" He pauses, lips opening and closing several times, trying to search for the right words. You hadn't asked a question about it, but he wanted to give you an answer, he wanted to justify it. "I didn't have time to get them out of here. You know, I'm hardly home."

He knew that was a lie. He could have asked one of his employees to remove the photos from his house. To get rid of all the traces you left there. Photos, clothes, toothbrushes, thousands of scented candles you always brought. Even your makeup, that was still carefully organized in his bathroom cabinet. He liked coming home and seeing you there, feeling your presence in every little detail of his house. The warmth that only you could give him. Secretly, he kept it all because he was hoping to get you back.

"Now, stop changing the subject." He sees your ruse, of course he would. He knows you better than you know yourself, knows you always change the subject when you don't have an answer to a question. You couldn't dribble it for long. "What are you doing here?" He returns the focus to you. He wanted control back, he didn't like being so vulnerable in front of you. Not now, when you were apart. Two strangers questioning each other.

You pause. Your lips open and close several times, mimicking what Lewis did seconds ago. You think, look for an answer. You should lie, invent something. But then you remember that you suck at it, you remember all the times you tried to throw him a surprise party and failed thanks to your lack of talent for lying.

"I was at the bar, Alisha made me go, she said I needed to have fun, that I should found a man to have casual sex with, that I needed to forget you. I agreed and went to the damn party. And, you want to know? It was the worst decision I ever made." You said, the words rushing out of your mouth, fumbling. He watches you intently, as if he's trying to absorb them. Surprise plastered on his face. Always mesmerized by the way you managed to be so open, so honest with your own feelings in front of him.

"I tried to follow Alisha's advice. I tried looking for a man to fuck with, to finally get over you." Lewis's jaw clenches at your words, jealousy plastered on his face. His mouth opens, he's ready to interrupt you, but you don't let him. "I looked for you everywhere in that damn club. I looked for your haircut, your tattoos, your clothes. Even your fucking smell. No man I talked to seemed interesting enough. Do you know why? Because I didn't find you in any of them"

A weight comes off your back when you finish talking. You were being vulnerable, being real with him. It feels good like that. But the way Lewis looks at you makes you tremble, feel unstable in your own feet. You've known him for many years, you know how to decipher every look, every gesture, every speech. But there, he seems strangely unfamiliar to you.

You expect him to kiss you romantically, tell you he loves you, that he wants you back. Or that he yells at you, another fight, says all the nonsense things he knows he'll regret later. But you weren't expecting silence, blankness. You suddenly feel stupid, mad at yourself for allowing yourself to come here, talk so openly about your feelings to him and receive silence and an indecipherable stare in response.

"So you came all this way for sex? That's it?" He says, after the longest 15 seconds of your whole life, one hand on his chin and a light smirk on his lips.

You laugh after listening to it. You cannot believe this. You didn't know exactly what you expected after practically screaming that he was irreplaceable in your life. But surely you did not expect such a superficial interpretation of his words.

Of course he didn't want to go that deep. He didn't want to believe that you were practically declaring yourself to him. He preferred to stay on the surface. He was always like that, always wanted to protect himself, always wanted to be sure before he played his cards. It was more comfortable that way. Maybe he was right to act like this. It would be easier that way. Nobody would get hurt.

You take a step forward, the thin silk of your dress brushing his bare chest.

"Yes. I came here just for that. Give it to me Lewis. Take me. Show me why I should never have let you go." He takes a deep breath, watches your red lips for a long time. Your face is so close to his that you could see every detail of it, from the small mark on his right eyebrow, to the little moles he had on the upper part of his cheeks.

"I can't.” His voice was unsure. “We shouldn't." He murmurs, but his hands go to your waist, caressing your skin through the fabric.

"Yeah, maybe we shouldn't. But you want it. I know you do. Take me back, Lewis." You whisper against his lips, challenge him in such a way that you know he couldn't hold back anymore. Making sure he would end up succumbing to his sexual desires. "I'm yours." And then he loses everything. Pride, senses, reason. He throws it all up and kisses you, his tongue sucking yours fiercely.

His kiss is something from another planet. Perfect, soft lips smacking yours. Looks like they were created exclusively for kissing. His tongue nimble, exploring every corner of her mouth, dominating. You ask yourself how you lived so long without it.

Your hands go quickly to the sides of his neck, touch his broad shoulders, desperate to feel every inch of his skin again. You let your fingers sail through his silky hair, enjoy the warm feeling of it.

When Lewis' calloused hands grip the back of your neck tightly, you feel your knees go weak, your legs turning to jelly right next to him, dizzy from the overwhelming sensation coursing through your body. You feel adrift, completely surrendered to him, as if it were the first time. God, you’ve missed this.

You tug at his caramel hair, run your nails gently through his scalp, feel his body shudder against yours. He moans against your lips, a sign that he was as surrendered as you were, as vulnerable as you. You take the advantage, let your lips travel down his neck, spread wet kisses there. When you lick his Adam's apple, Lewis seems to wake up from his surge of pleasure, struggling to regain control of the situation.

"Jump" He orders. You readily obey and throw yourself into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist. He grabs you quickly, strong arms holding your legs.

You knew he worked out a lot, you followed him in countless training sessions, you knew how much he charged himself with it, how focused he was. But his strength always left you surprised, shocked. The ease with which he carried you, as if you were nothing. He presses his lips to yours again, walks with you in his arms to his room, until you're lying in his large bed, the cotton sheets hugging your body.

Lewis wastes no time, his long fingers quickly reach the bar of your dress, play with the fabric. "Did you put this dress on purpose?" He asks, the left eyebrow erected, a bold smile on his lips. You roll your eyes to him, try to look bored.

"You know yes. I'm always thinking of you, even when I'm choosing the fucking my clothes." Your voice sounds ironic, but that was not totally a lie.

"I thought you thought about me when you took them out," he says, surely thinking his joke was genius. The smile on his face even more open makes his nose wrinkle, his eyes become smaller. Your heart squeezes with it.

"Ugh, Lewis, just fuck me" you murmur, turn your head to the side, don't look at him. A muffled laugh leaves your lips, he smiles even more with the sound.

"Always so eager." He says as he pulls the dress out of your body, finally makes you free to him, only your little black panties separates you from nudity.

He knew your body, knew everything about it, every single detail etched into his mind. From the small scar you had on your stomach to the stretch marks on the flash of your ass, the ones that had bothered you all your life and that he insisted on kissing every time, softest hands every time they passed there. Even with all this knowledge, he didn't get tired of looking, didn't get tired of appreciating your body as if it were the first time. He wanted to make you feel desired, the most beautiful and loved woman in the world every single time.

"You're perfect, baby." He murmurs against the skin of your shoulder, leaves wet kisses there. His lips run over your body, tongue and teeth marking your skin, so you never forgot who you belonged to. You feel your body tingle, your cheeks heat with pleasure. Suddenly, the weather feels warmer, your body temperature has probably risen ten degrees. "The most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

Your heart raced in your chest as his tattooed hands cupped the whole volume of your breasts, sending electric shocks through every nerve ending in your body. He massages them slowly, your nipples hardening with arousal. You can feel the thin material of your panties soaking more and more, every little touch of it setting you on fire. Your eyelids were fluttering, making it hard to see how much you were being pressed against every hard, bulging plane in Lewis's chest.

It doesn't take long for his lips to make contact with the soft skin of your breasts. Tongue and teeth working your sensible nipples, wet kisses and gentle bites. You feel like you're going to melt every time he licks it, moans his name shamelessly, tries to touch his arms and shoulders all at the same time. Wanting to make the most of him you can, the weight of uncertainty leaves you in a hurry, almost desperate to take all he has to offer.

“You came here because you knew other men could never make you feel like this, huh?” You almost laugh when Lewis says that. Of course no other man could make you fall apart with just a few touches, no man could make you so comfortable, so shameless, so in love. You wanted to shout it out to him, you wanted to make him understand it, to engrave it in his mind in big letters. But you don't have the strength to speak at that moment, not when he's tasting you, when he's touching you like this. So you moan his name again, whimper swear words, and pray he understands.

His kisses go down your body, leaving a trail of fire where his full lips pass. He dispenses thousands of them in your belly, patiently, as if he has all the time in the world. When he finally gets there, you sigh in relief, feel your body convulse, burn in anticipation of his next moves.

His teeth crawl along the side of her hip, right where the fabric of her panties rests. He takes the cloth between his teeth, removes it from your body so fast and so agile that before you know it, you're already completely naked to him, your swollen, wet lips on sight, big hands holding your legs apart, your knees almost touching your ears.

"Fuck, look at this" He says, almost to himself, mesmerized by the sight of your fat pussy, dripping with arousal, wetting the white sheets. A sign of how much you wanted him, how much you needed him. “So fucking perfect” He says, rusky voice before bending down completely, staring at your needy cunt before finally touching it with his lips.

His tongue is agile, experienced as it snakes its way between your needy folds, from the soaked entrance to the swollen clit, over and over, tirelessly. You feel your juices dripping onto the white sheets, a testament to how aroused you were.

When his tongue swirls around your needy bud, you feel your body bubbling as it has never been before, trembling between his fingers, his name falling from your lips like a prayer, reverent, repetitive. How did you ever think you could live without feeling this?

His licks made your fingers curl with need, muscles loosen and mind wandered through the air. Your quiet moans and the soft sound of Lewis' mouth working on your wet folds ranging in the silence of the room, so obscene and intimate at the same time.

Your body was humming, as if every cell had been administered with sweet pleasure. It all multiplied when two his thick fingers stretched your middle, rough and fast, the same rhythm of his tongue on your clit.

It's enough for you to come, body shuddering, back arched into the mattress, legs closing around his face, choking, trying to keep him there and pushing him away at the same time, pleasure invading every vertebra in your body. A deep scream comes from your throat, hoarse, broken, loud enough to echo through the building for the neighbors to hear.

Your orgasm is mind-blowing, destroyer, the kind of peak that consumes your brain, leaving you unable to think about anything other than the sensations Lewis causes in you.

Suddenly Lewis' heavy body is on top of you again, lips pressed to yours, your tongue licking your own taste through him. Everything is divine, hypnotic, abrasive, from his strong muscles pressing into you, to his erection against your thighs, a testament to just how aroused he was. For you, only you.

When his face moves the slightest bit away from yours, his eyes focus on you, hands on your cheeks, thumb caressing warm skin, endless circles being drawn.

"You are so, so beautiful". He whispers in a deep way, like a secret he wants to share only with you. You kiss him again, try to express all of your emotion, your feelings through the act and hope he understands.

Your desperate hands find the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling the fabric down without blinking, in a hurry, eager for him. Lewis is naked, no underwear under his sweatpants. Such a whore, you think, a smirk is shared between the two of you before the driver pulls away and removes his pants properly.

In the darkness of his room, Lewis's naked body glistens, bright and reflecting against your eyes, strong shoulders and muscular legs, delicate traces of the tattoos. Perfect.

His cock rises proudly against the soft skin of his lower abdomen. The long length, dark shaft, a long, bulging vein running from the base to the tip. You have to control yourself not to get down on your knees in front of him and ask him to fuck your mouth hard, make you choke on the length, just the way he likes it.

Everything happens too fast. You crawl nimbly across the sheets until you reach the edge of the bed, right in front of him, your eyes focusing directly on his manhood, hungrily.

"Baby, you don’t -" Lewis tries to stop you, but is interrupted when you spit into your own hand and bring it up to his length, stroking it gently, up and down, spreading your saliva all over his skin, wetting, preparing him. for you.

"Just making sure it will fit" you say, eyes locked on his as your fingertip circles the swollen shaft, making him groan.

He needs to interrupt you, or he's going to come too soon. Lewis manages your body easily, pins you to the mattress with his own body, his cock hovering at your wet, dripping entrance. With a strong thrust, he fully enters your soaked pussy, stretching you deliciously. The fit was perfect, as if he had been created especially for you and you for him. You felt completely full, totally fulfilled.

"Fuck, baby" Lewis murmurs against your ear when he's fully inside you. "So tight for me."

The feeling is indescribable, as always. The air left your body, for a few moments you can't even breathe. All you can do is enjoy the overwhelming sensation that washes over you. The emotions Lewis aroused in you were inexplicable, unbeatable, nothing in the world could compare to that.

You were a grown woman, it's obvious you'd experienced pleasure in other men before, but nothing was as intense as it was. It was always mind-blowing, a connection so true, so deep, so meaningful that you were sure you could live 100 lives, but you would never find something like that.

He stay still for a long time, just enjoying the sensation of being inside of you again. Feels like being home after a long time traveling, and nothing in the world can beat it. When he starts to move, hips moving back and forth rhythmically, slow and deep in your heat, you feel your eyes water, pleasure tears falling down your face. It's as if your bodies know each other and are unfamiliar. The familiar and nostalgic feeling permeated by new things, new touches. As if it was the first time. You don't want it to ever end, you want to live it forever, feel it until your last day on earth.

You feel desperate to touch him as much as you can, the aching longing and the need to engrave every curve, every tattoo, every texture all over again, even if you haven't completely forgotten about it. You doubted you would ever make it.

Your hands touch the broad, well-spotted shoulders of your lover. Nails scrape across his broad back, right in the middle of the cross tattooed on his skin, leaving marks there. Your lips trail down his neck, wet kisses, soft bites. You want to taste all of it.

You don't know exactly where you got the strength from, but you managed to reverse the positions, Lewis below you now, your legs on either side of his hips.

Maybe he was so intoxicated with pleasure that he didn't even notice his movement, he became weakened, distracted. Or maybe he made it easy for you. He didn't come out easily, but you knew he enjoyed being submissive to you, loved it when you took charge, loved seeing you feel powerful, unshakable on top of him.

You start by slowly rolling your hips, feeling the texture of him intimately. But after a while you can't contain yourself anymore, start bouncing hard along his length, up and down, non-stop. He felt deeper this way, the tip of him touching deep points inside of you, over and over in that place that makes you whimper, moan his name.

His hands rest on your ass, slapping it hard or squeezing the flesh between his fingers, trying to show that he was still in control. You lean over him, one of his hands hovering over his chin and by the look in his eyes he knew what you wanted. Lewis opens his mouth eagerly and you quickly spit there. He swallows gracefully before you pull him in for a fiery kiss.

You can feel your juices dripping onto Lewis' thick thighs, the incessant thud of your body slamming against his, the moans echoing from your lover's full lips, it was all driving you crazy, intoxicated. It was all too much, too overwhelming.

Lewis suddenly stops his desperate motions, his strong arms encircling you completely, one of them running down your back to your ass and the other gripping the back of your neck, completely paralyzing you. You don't understand, start squeezing your pussy incessantly around his cock, show how desperate for his next moves you are.

"Baby, you're not making it easy for me." He murmurs against your ear, leaves a kiss on your cheek. He was on edge, his cock throbbing relentlessly, a sign that he was close. But he didn't want to come now, he wanted to hold on as long as possible, make the moment last. He wanted you to come first, to come undone in his arms, and just then he would fuck you through it, prolong your pleasure. Only then did he want to come. You were his priority, always.

Then, after he's been parked for a while in your deep spot, he starts moving his hips up, slow and deep, just like you liked.

"That pussy" He says through gritted teeth, his hand squeezing the flesh of your ass hard. You close your eyes, feel your orgasm closer than ever. "Feels so fucking good. It's going to be the death of me."

An incredible strong, overwhelming knot slowly formed deep in your stomach, and each brush of Lewis' cook tightened it more, and then, after a few more thrusts, the knot came undone and your orgasm flowed through your body like waves, crashing in the sands. You let out a long breath as he maintained your orgasm with what it felt like a touch of pity.

He explodes in your pussy right after, jets of his hot cum painting your heat. You make a point of squeezing his dick, milk him until every drop is secure inside of you. You feel like you can touch the sky, the satisfaction of giving him the pinnacle of pleasure was priceless, it made you feel special, powerful.

His body falls against the mattress, taking you with him. Your head against his chest, his peaceful heartbeat against your cheek. Lewis keeps his eyes closed, breathing hard, his broad shoulders rising and falling slowly. You want to feel this peace, this tranquility forever, you want to remember it like this, so relaxed, so full of pleasure. And the best part was that you had caused it, you had been responsible for making him feel so good.

"I love you" The words suddenly fall from his lips, easily, out loud, as if it was something normal, usual between you. As if you’ve never broken up.