Page 98 of First in Line

When I’m a successful Formula One driver, waking up by her side in the most luxurious hotels all around the world, we’ll know we did the right thing today.

Evie’s breathless moans and cries are fucking music to my ears. They spur me on, driving my hips harder, faster into hers.

After a very creative, naked, and sweaty reunion yesterday, I ended up attending the sponsors’ dinner last night. Skipping media day was bad enough. I had to at least make an appearance. Plus, Evie practically begged me to go, so she could get a break.

Coming back from it, though, and finding her in my bed, sleeping in one of my team’s T-shirts, unleashed all sorts of emotions and needs in me. This is what I’ve been missing. Not just her, but someone there for me. Someone to come home to, even away from home.

Waking up with her in my arms this morning strengthened that hidden longing in me. I want every fucking day to start like this. And I want it for the rest of my life, even long after my career is over. I want the privilege of sharing a bed with her, day after day. The honor of coaxing her into a morning quickie with my fingers and tongue. And the pleasure of having my hips snapping into her ass as she moans my name on her knees, her hand pushing against the headboard as the other one fists the sheets.

Still driving into her at a steady pace, I bend over to wrap an arm around her heaving chest and pull her upright. With her back to my front, she lets her head roll onto my shoulder, her ecstatic moans lost to the ceiling rather than muffled by the pillow.

“Are you going to come again for me, princess?” I grunt in her ear.

The only response I get is a strangled cry and an involuntary contraction around my cock, still pumping in and out of her at a fast pace.

“Do you want me to help you come?”

She nods, cheeks pink with heat and wet with tears of pleasure.

As much as I’d want to make this last the entire morning, today happens to be the busiest day of the weekend, and I have obligations I can’t get out of this time. So, one of my hands travels down her stomach, all the way to the triangle of curls and the wetness I’m planted into. Her clit is hard and swollen, easily found and rolled under my fingertips.

“Aah, Jax!” she cries out, jolting with pleasure.

“I’m almost there, too, princess. So close to pumping you full of cum again.”

My free hand goes up and wraps itself around her neck. My thrusts pause, and she whimpers with frustration. “Do you remember our safe word, Evie?” I ask.

“Milkshake.”

“And if you can’t talk?”

She snaps her fingers twice.

“Good. Very good. Do you want this?”

“Please,” she begs, fresh tears rolling down her face.

Slowly, I tighten my hold on her neck, pressing at the arteries on its side while my hips resume the fucking.

Once we were mature enough to try such things, we explored our boundaries. And while we never got very far, we did find out a few things we each liked. Hers is this. She loves the dizziness that comes with well-timed breath play.

As I fuck into her, my fingers play with her clit, edging her closer and closer to the finish line. Her face reddens from my hold on her neck, and I’m so focused on her, on monitoring her reactions to make sure I don’t go too far, that my own pleasure takes the backseat.

I control her body like a master of my craft, as deftly as I do my car on the tracks. And, sure enough, she soon tilts into a body-shaking orgasm. I release her neck at the first spasm around my cock, allowing her to breathe again and get those heady sensations while her whole frame shakes with pleasure.She lets herself fall forward again, grabbing onto the sheets as if she’d fly up to the heavens otherwise. Her pussy around me feels like a vise, clamping at a hectic rhythm, and her moans and cries sound like a fucking symphony.

It all gets the best of me, and my own climax strikes me like lightning. A first surge of cum erupts into her, but I quickly pull out and fist myself to come on her ass instead. She writhes with prolonged pleasure before me as I cover the smooth, creamy mounds with white strands of my seed.

The moment stretches, shivers coursing through us both, until everything becomes quiet again. From my vantage point, I admire her with pride, the narrow width of her waist, the mess of her hair, the pinkness of her damp skin, the roundness of her ass, the way I marked it…

This is my fucking woman. And if I’m as lucky as I feel right now, she will be for the rest of our lives.

Excited about the future ahead, I lean into her, my hands on each side of her spent body, and kiss her shoulder.

“Are you alright, princess?”

“No. I think you broke me.”

I chuckle, lips still against her skin. “Want me to look under the hood and see what I can do?”