Fragile Heart

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It was the second-to-last race of the season, and during the break, Lando and I had no plans, which felt unusual. Normally, we would have planned something, even if it was just a short getaway or a quiet weekend together.

So now I walk through the paddock, a wide smile on my face, my hand intertwined with Lando's. I don't think I've ever been happier.

Our relationship over the past few weeks had been a whirlwind of traveling, hanging out, and, well, a lot of sex. But it was more than just the physical aspect—it was the connection, the comfort, and the feeling of being home with him. Every moment spent together felt like a piece of the puzzle falling perfectly into place.

"Can we go to my driver's room, please?" Lando mumbles in my ear, and I look at him with a smirk.

"Why's that?" I whisper, teasing him.

He grins, letting go of my hand and wrapping his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. "You know why," he says softly in my ear, his voice low and seductive, making me hold my breath and clench my legs. This man really knows how to make a woman horny in a matter of seconds.

I bite my lip, trying to keep my composure. "Alright, let's go," I murmur, feeling a rush of excitement as we make our way to his driver's room.

So that's what we did. We got to his driver's room, and as soon as the door shut, he pushed me against the wall, kissing me passionately.

His hands traveled down my body, removing layers of my clothes one piece at a time.

"You're so fucking beautiful, so, so fucking beautiful," he whispers between kisses, his lips trailing down my neck.

I shiver at his words, feeling my skin ignite under his touch. "Lando," I breathe out, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

He unclasps my bra, pausing to admire my breasts before wrapping his lips around one. I tilt my head back and moan, but he quickly covers my mouth with his hand. He lets go and leans in close, his breath warm against my skin.

"Quiet, my love," he whispers, his voice filled with a teasing urgency. "You don't want people to come in here and catch us, do you?"

I bite my lip, nodding as he plants a soft kiss on my lips before returning his attention to my breast. His mouth moves skillfully, sending waves of pleasure through me.

Every touch, every kiss, feels electrifying. My hands roam his back, pulling him closer, feeling the heat of his body against mine. He moves down, his lips leaving a trail of fire across my skin.

The entire time Lando was pleasuring my chest and planting kisses along my skin, I struggled to keep my moans in. It was definitely a hard process.

Eager for more, I began to pull down his pants and take off his top. He followed suit, pulling down my thong and leaving us both bare. My thighs were already slick with my juices.

Without wasting a moment, he picked me up, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist. As he entered me, I couldn't help but let out a moan, which he quickly muffled with his hand.

"Quiet," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. The sensation of him filling me was overwhelming, and I bit down on my lip, trying to stifle another moan. His thrusts were deep and deliberate, each one sending waves of pleasure through my body.

His other hand gripped my waist firmly, holding me steady as he moved. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us in this intense moment. Every touch, every thrust, felt like it was pushing me closer to the edge.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned softly, his voice thick with desire. The words sent a shiver down my spine, making me clench around him even tighter.

My fingers dug into his shoulders as I struggled to keep quiet, the pleasure building up to an almost unbearable point. His mouth found mine again, and we kissed passionately, the sound of our mingled breaths and muffled moans the only thing breaking the silence.

His thrusts were slow at first, teasing and deliberate, but I couldn't take it anymore. "Faster," I gasped, my hands gripping his shoulders as I began to grind against him, desperate for more.

"Anything for you," he groaned, picking up the pace. His thrusts grew deeper and more powerful, each one hitting my g-spot with precision. The pleasure built up rapidly, overwhelming my senses. "Fuck, Lando," I moaned, leaning my head on his shoulder as I reached my climax.

He wasn't far behind, groaning as he finished inside me. He slowed his pace, pulling out gently before holding me close for a few moments. We stayed like that, wrapped in each other's arms, until he carefully placed me on the couch.

I lay there, catching my breath, while he got dressed in his race suit. After a moment, I followed suit, slipping back into my clothes. We interlaced our fingers and walked out of the driver's room as if nothing had happened, though we both knew better.

We definitely got a few stares, and I was certain some people had heard us, but I didn't care. The thrill of it all only added to the experience.

We had finished just in time, as Lando had to get into the car for practice. "Good luck, baby," I murmured, grasping his face and pulling him in for a soft, lingering kiss. He grinned, his eyes sparkling with excitement, before heading over to the car.

I found a seat and settled in to watch the practice, my attention solely focused on him. As he drove, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and admiration. No matter what happened, being with Lando made me feel alive and complete.

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