“Thank you for trusting me and coming over to my team. I couldn’t have achieved this without you in the pits,” I earnestly say and kiss her. “And us being together has made this season even better.”
“You knew what you wanted. Thank you for seeing in me what I couldn’t see in myself. Being together, not hiding, feels right,” she replies.
Smiling, I embrace her, trying to get closer to each other. I move to kiss her soft neck, making my way up to her face. Kissing her lips, she returns the passion in spades.
I lead her to the bedroom and we lay on the bed, side by side. Bridging the space between us, our lips met again.
Feverish kissing starts instantly. My hands travel all over her back, her thighs, her breasts. Her hands match mine, running them down my face, my chest, my ass.
I could stay kissing her for hours, the heat and passion fuelling the warm feelings deep within. She moves so she is on top. The light still on in the room, and I want to watch her. Watch how her face enjoys me. How her body reacts to the change in my tempo or movement. Watch her face as she progressively gets closer and more spurred on, and eventually climaxes.
Her eyes look evilly at me when she spies a soft material restraint over the iron bed head.
She reaches for it and runs it through her fingers, so each hand has an end of it. She places the material over her eyes and begins to drag it down her face. It gets to her lips, and she lets it catch in her mouth for a moment. It continues its trail down her neck, where she tilts her head back slightly. I moan as she keeps going down to her breasts, putting firmer pressure down so they bounce as she clears them from the rope.
She runs the rope down her flat stomach and as it reaches her hips, takes the rope away from her body, and flings one side over the iron bar on the bed head. She takes one of my hands, puts it over her breast for me to grope, then ties it up. She takes my other hand and places a few fingers in her mouth, biting and sucking the tips. Gradually, she drags my hand down her neck, across her breast, down her stomach, and positions my thumb and fingers at her clit. I instantly move and place intense pressure, rubbing whatever I can reach, knowing she will remove my accessibility there at any moment. She lets me stay there a little longer.
My eyes watch what I am doing. Touching her. My breathing speeds up. My cock grows harder, but trapped under her. She moans and my eyes meet hers. My lips partly open. She still has a grip on my wrist, and moves it to above my head where she takes her time tying it, allowing her breasts to fall over my face while she completes the restraining task. They find themselves in my mouth, each one taking a turn to be devoured by me. She sits up slowly, letting me gently bite her nipple as it comes out of my mouth. Her hands cup my jaw and her lips meeting mine. Her mouth and hands go down my neck and chest, kissing, licking, and biting. She sits upright and starts slowly moving her hips against me, the length of my cock resting under her pussy. She can feel how hard I am under how wet she is. It would take a slight flick of her hips for me to enter her with ease. She keeps rubbing against my length, enabling it to hit her clit, causing her to swell and get wetter. She moans, looking down at me.
I look back at her with insatiable lust. If the restraint was looser, I would have already ripped my hands free, put them on her hips, and manoeuvred my cock deep within her. She puts a condom on me and reaches over to one of the small, silver bullet vibrators.
“What do we have here?” she teases, turning it on. It purrs in her fingers.
Running it against my body, I feel the powerful tingling rumble through me.
She lifts it and runs it along her body. Across her nipples, down her stomach, stopping just after her navel.
She moves her hips up and sits down slowly as my cock enters her. We both let out a groan at the same time. She slowly moves up and down on me, prolonging the moment as long as she can, moving the vibrator against her clit. The powerful vibration travels down onto my cock in her.
My eyes are on her body, watching the motion of her hips. My teeth are biting my bottom lip. My moans and sighs feel like they are overlapping. Like I can’t take anymore, but she doesn’t dare stop. My hands restrained, but are opening and closing, not able to handle the inability to freely reach out and touch her.
My breath becomes ragged as I watch her. Watching myself enter her. Her body tensing and enjoying my dick. Her breasts bouncing up and down.
“Fuck, Sophia…” I trail off as I take in the view. “I’m close.”
That’s all she needs. She’s close, too. She only needs to go a little faster and we both explode together.
She unties my hands and lies on top of me, while I embrace her tightly.
We stay laying like that long after our breathing returns to normal, not wanting to be the first to break the embrace. Realising we never have to worry about breaking the embrace again to leave for another hotel room away from each other. We never have to achingly say goodbye to each other at the door while the other disappears slowly out of sight. Out of reach. We get to be happy and grow with someone who values the another. Who has respect and has proven it.
And who looks fucking sexy on a bike.
37
Sophia
December – MudPit Course, New South Wales
Epilogue
Rayna insisted I didn’t work this break, that I deserve to enjoy some time relaxing. So, after end of season testing concluded, she loaned Javi and I the team motorhome again. We went back to the MudPit for a week of the break with two of the new production motocross bikes to bash around with. Javi and I enjoy spending time together, on and off the track.
I parked the motorhome so we could sit in the front of the motorhome and see the view outside. Taking in the track, the bush and mountains encase the view.
I sit in the driver’s seat, staring out. Javi comes up behind me and passes me a coffee. He leans down, kisses my lips, and brings his hand to run it down my jaw and across my bottom lip. My breath still catches in my throat at the gesture.
He sits in the passenger seat with his own cup, smiling at the view.
