REQUESTS CLOSED Formula 1 One Shots III

[33 & 35] - [Carlos Sainz]

A/N: for MartinaT22

TAGLIST: MariPecs10 formula1_writer LandoNorris justanf1fan ricciardoaf BernadetteJoey laraF1lover

WORDCOUNT: 1495

WARNINGS: nsfw (oral (male receiving), unprotected sex)

33. "You're doing so well for me, love".

35. "I need you".

Carlos hummed softly when you opened the curtains, not really awake yet as he turned to his back in the middle of the bed, the other side left empty by you. The Italian sun shone into the room and you looked outside of the windows, the Milan cathedral visible from here. You and Carlos had moved into the most perfect, locally situated apartment in Milan. Everything was within walking distance and whenever he needed to be in Maranello, the helicopter would take him there within an hour. You looked over your shoulder at Carlos, turning around to let your eyes trail over his defined body. He had always been muscular, but each year he seemed to look more fit, muscles bulging up without any effort, just like the arm that was resting on the pillow above his head.

His eyes were still closed and you could see the long lashes that nearly rested against his cheeks when you neared him. The mattress sunk gently under your weight when you climbed into the bed on your knees. The sunlight lit him up perfectly and you peeled the sheets aside to swing your leg over his hips, your palms softly sliding up the smooth skin of his chest. Carlos inhaled deeply, his lips parting as his eyelids fluttered. You leaned forward to place your lips on his neck, the aftershave he had used after the shower last night still lingering on his skin. Carlos faintly felt your lips kissing down his neck, your teeth grazing over his collarbones and sucking little love bites onto the surface. Your hands continued to explore, wandering down the bumps and ridges of his abdomen and he clenched them slightly when your hair tickled his chest.

Carlos squinted his eyes against the bright light, relaxing right away at the feeling of your touch and kisses down his body. "Buongiorno, mia stellina," [good morning my little star] His voice was laced with the hoarse sound of sleep, which caused the goosebumps to rise upon your limbs in combination with the sweet nickname that tumbled over his lips. Carlos could speak Italian very well and as you were Italian, he loved to practice with you and speak Italian to you. Including in the bedroom. "Buongiorno, tesoro," you hummed as your eyes flickered up to his while your lips continued to wander over the defined v-lines just above his hips, your nails teasing the waistline of his boxers. Carlos' anticipation grew with every touch, movement and breath he could feel on his skin.

You pulled down his boxers, his erection sprung free and slapped up against his core. You watched the movement and he grunted lowly when seeing you licking your lips. You buried your knees deeper into the material of the duvet, leaning further forward. Your hand grasped the base of his cock, the pulse of the veins resulting in the dampness of your panties. You looked into Carlos' eyes while your lips wrapped around the blushing crown of his cock. A soft moan elicited from him and he leaned up on his elbows to have a better look at you. One of his hands laced in your messy, bed hair to gather it at the back of your head and clearing it from your face. You could taste the pre-come on your tongue when you took more of him, wetting his length so you could pump the part you couldn't fit with your hand. Carlos cursed under his breath as he watched the stretch of your lips around his girth, his abdomen clenching tight in response.

His fingertips dug harder into your hair and he had to control himself to not push your head down further. Your hand started a delicious pace to aid the movements of your tongue and he let his head rolled back to think how on earth he became such a lucky man. Pleasure was striking through his body, causing his speech to turn into gibberish and low grunts, his eyes nearly falling closed. Your tongue poked at the prominent vein under his cock and you took a deep breath before letting the tip rest in your open mouth, your bright eyes gazing back up at him. "Fucking hell, baby," Carlos cursed. "You think you can take me all?" his voice was still gravelly and he watched you as your hand stroke back up to follow your mouth as you took a brief pause. "Credi che non possa?" [You think I can't?] you decided to reply and it caused a grin to curl his mouth, which was wiped off soon after as your lips wrapped around him again.

Carlos watched you take all of him, your eyes getting slightly watery and you controlled your gag reflex as your tongue stimulated all of the sweet spots. "You're doing so well for me, love," he complimented you meanwhile, his grip on your hair was loose by now. You were growing impatient, especially by seeing him looking like a sculpted god benath you and you were soaking wet by now. You writhed in your spot, your thighs clenching together while you listened to his moans and grunts. You let go of him with a soft pop of your lips, your hand still working up and down his length. "Carlos..." you whined, making his eyes open a little wider. "I need you," you whimpered and it was all you had to say to make him sit up and flip the two of you around. "Ho bisogno di te, per favore," [I need you, please] You said, knowing your little Italian voice was his weakness.

"Ssh," Carlos shushed you, kissing your lips sweetly before leaving a trail of kisses down your exposed neck, just like you had done to him. His hands wandered under the top you were wearing, making you moan at the finest, feather light touch he offered to you. Carlos hooked his finger into your panties, easily inching them down your legs. His groaned at the sight of your glistening core, his hand pressing on your thigh to spread you further open. Without any teasing he positioned at your entrance, his hips pushing forward. Your walls enveloped him tightly and inch by inch, he dived deeper. His face contorted with place and his dark eyebrows laced together. Carlos looked down at you as your lips parted with the beautiful sounds you let out, your head tilted back and your neck on display for him. His lips eagerly nipped on your bare skin, his hips driving deeply into yours with each roll of his body.

Your fingers dug into his biceps for leverage, your legs curling around his waist as he planted both of his elbows next to your head. His pelvic bone perfectly ground into your swollen nub of nerve endings and you knew you wouldn't last long. Carlos groaned each time his cock pushed into your walls that pulled taught against him. You had closed your eyes as you felt the pleasure sparkling up your spine, the coil in your lower abdomen about to snap. You needed just a little bit more to get pushed over the edge. Carlos knew and he slowed down his thrusts, letting you feel the veins and ridges of his length and it drew the gasps from your mouth. He was so close and he just needed to see, feel and hear you orgasm to stimulate his own just a little more. Your nails clawed at his shoulder blades meanwhile and he could feel you tremble while the head of his cock raked over that sensitive spot inside of you.

Italian mixed with English tumbled over your lips, your body tensing up before it relaxed and was drowned with the warmth and the blissful feeling of your high. Carlos held still inside of you, spilling against your inner walls. He kissed your lips contently, nuzzling his nose against yours. "Hey, pretty," Carlos hummed. "You surprised me," he continued. "Hmm," you huffed, losely wrapping your arms around his neck. "I was in the mood." Carlos nodded with a chuckle. "I noticed," he slowly, achingly pulled out of you, getting up only to get a washcloth for you from the bathroom. You thanked him for it and cleaned your thighs. "I didn't even notice you waking up," Carlos sat back against the headboard, his arm lifting for you as you joined him again. "You were in a deep slumber," you smiled, looking into his deep brown eyes.

"You can wake me up like that any time," he grinned and you laughed, rolling your eyes. "Il mio amore, why don't you stay here in bed while I prepare some breakfast and then take it up here?" Carlos proposed. "That sounds amazing," you said.