F O U R - LANDO NORRIS

One

His fingertips gripped onto my hips like I would dissolve into thin air if he held me any looser as his hips pushed up against mine - a non-verbal plea for friction.
His watercolored eyes watch into mine as if he needs to admire every part of me and save it to memory for a later date; that part I'm sure of.
A light hum leaves his lips as he finds the perfect spot to drag his hips across, as my head rolls back against the hallway wall a sly smirk drags across his face.
His body pulls away from mine, the only thing connecting us still is our fingers, as he pulls me away from the wall gesturing towards the large wooden staircase in front of us.
"Lead the way, darling."
His voice radiates confidence with a slight tinge of begging mixed in.
His fingers never leave mine as we walk to my bedroom, as he lays me on the bed or while he undresses me; a simple act of softness in a night filled with so much harshness.
He lays his body back on top of mine as if there's a magnetic pull. His arm holds his body weight to stop from laying on me despite the erotic pressure he is causing between my legs.
His lips re connect with my neck peppering slow almost sultry, kisses sucks and light bites in his wake as he moves down.
The attachment making me whimper and my hips roll against his, my hands automatically going between us to his belt to undo it, to his relief as a smile washes over his face and a groan leaves his mouth.
My hands drag his pants and his underwear down his thighs making him only push against my pelvis harder and harder, longing for the relief we both crave so deeply.
He sits up and kneels at my bent knees looking over every inch of my body in both lust and awe.
"Breathtaking" his words come out with his breath before his eyes shoot to mine almost as if that was something meant for his ears only.
His soft fingers drag there way down my thighs gently squeezing at certain areas prolonging the experience for both of us
"May I?" He asks as his fingers get to where my thighs stop and my hips start; I nod in response to his question and murmur out a quiet yes I'm not even sure he heard. Yet a smug smile still covers his face, he is well aware of the power he has over me in this moment, teetering on the edge of no return, 'it's just a one night stand.' I tell myself mentally  'no risk, no reward.'
His fingers drag there way up and down my soft folds avoiding making contact with the area his eyes are glued to. Instead he dips a finger inside of me, a light whimper leaving his mouth as a moan leaves mine.
He shoots his eyes up to mine continuously checking I am still comfortable and in return I give a light nod of my head reassuring him I am completely okay with everything that is happening; way more than okay.
As his finger leaves me he pushes back in with what I can only guess is two, his fingers stretching me open in the best possible way.
His fingers start to curl upwards as his thumb starts to make circles on my clit, the newfound contact makes my back arch off the bed and head roll back, before I can even take in the new position I have caused i feel his firm hand press down on my stomach both pushing me flat into the bed but also pushing down my stomach making what I'm feeling even stronger than before.
"So perfect for me" His voice coming out stronger than before and filled with lust this time instead of his desperate confidence.
I manage to push out a quick "mhm" before my legs start to shake as I start to feel the knot in the bottom of my stomach start to form
"Oh...oh god" I whimper out
His jaw drops slightly at the sight below him before he removes both hands and backs up away from me, out of reflex I sit up both panic and annoyance running through me.
"Are you okay?" I call out towards him, his gaze unwavering from between my legs not even for a second but his head nods
"Oh fuck it" his words come out just above a whisper.
In a blink he is back between my legs this time his head replacing his hand, his arms wrap tight around my thighs keeping them at a comfortable width apart for him, his tongue lapping over and over again on my clit with light sucks in between.
Despite our conversation if you could even call it that only being a few seconds long it's as if he grew even more needy for me, his body craving to taste or even just to touch me.
My hands drag down my body to between my legs and rest through his hair lightly pulling and tugging on it needing some form or release other than the moaning that is making my throat grow dry, he groans in pleasure his hips pushing into the bed almost as if he is begging to be touched needing some form or release.
His groan sends shockwaves through my stomach so hard the imaginary knot inside unties itself, my legs shake and tremble and try there best to squeeze shut from his unwavering lapping on my most sensitive area, his arms act as a vice around my thighs giving them just enough room to shake but not enough to push him away.
My moans and a ripple of curse words echo through the room.
"Please- please stop" i groan out, the pleasure still running through my veins but it doesn't deter him, his eyes watch up through his thick eyelashes and stare right into mine as if to say 'I can't hear you, sorry'
I watch down at him, his eyes still on mine but this time mine focus on something else, his hips grinding down into the bed harder than before, a visual act of begging.
Just as quick as the first, my second orgasm rips through me, this time a lot harder, he can barely keep his arms around my thighs to keep me in place but this time when I beg for him to stop he does.
We both sit up after he gives me a few seconds to re connect with reality, his lips and chin coated in wetness, he gently wipes his mouth with the back of this hand with a small smile on his face before leaning in and connecting our lips again, his body is towering over me this time from his kneeling position compared to my seated one.
His hands come to meet at the back of my head, some hairs getting mixed in between them while I choose to lay my hand somewhere else; around something else even.
The immediate contact makes his hips buck into mine and a whimper leave his lips as if he has been waiting for this moment since the second he laid his eyes on me all those hours ago.
He tries his best to keep up with the pace of the kiss but as I speed up he gets mixed up in a mess of kisses moans, groans and whimpers and opts for just scrunching his fingers through the back of my hair and planting kisses to my neck as best he can in his current stage.
His breathing speeds up, as do his moans as he leans back to watch down as my hand working on him, his grip on my hair tightening making me whimper, his eyes shoot to mine with a sly smirk resting over his face, his hooded eyes adding to the look.
"I ca- I'm gonna-" he's barely able to get his words out before I start to speed up my hand knowing he is going to unravel completely in my hands in just a few moments but before he can my hand is pushed away from him at such force I land on my back again.
He shuffles towards me lifting up both my legs and handing them over his shoulders as he drags his dick up and down my wetness.
"Please say yes" he almost begs me while keeping solid eye contact with me, I know for a fact I could say no and he would back off completely despite how desperate he is for the long awaited release I could give him.
I nod my head yes at him and he smiles and places a soft hand on my cheek dragging his thumb up and down comfortingly
"I need you to use your words for me sweet girl"
His tone turns serious still with a tinge of longing in it though.
"Yes, please" my words are enough to make him pull himself back to his upright position and push into me full force not giving me a moment to adjust making me let out a silent scream.
His arms hold tight around my legs that are comfortably draped over his shoulders keeping me perfectly in place for him.
His eyes go between mine and where our bodies connect; his eyes have turned dark compared to the bright ones I saw when we first entered my house.
My moans echo all through the room, all through the house as does the sound of slapping skin.
"You can take it darling, good girl." His words where clearly meant to test the waters to see how I would react but based on the look on his face when my eyes rolled backwards and my legs started to shake for the third time tonight he knew he had underestimated just who he was with.
"Oh, you like that? You like me calling you my good little girl huh?" His tone is condescending and belittling, his fingers dig into my thighs as he continues to push into me then draw back repeating these actions over and over again.
"What about if I called you my little slut? You like that too baby?" His words still have the condescending tone to them but this time it feels like a actual question he's expecting a answer too, so I give it to him. I muster up all the energy I have left to unscrew my eyes and look back into his "yes" i moan out, before he can reply my head falls back while my back arches off my bed definitely not for the first time tonight as I feel myself clench around him over and over again making him let out a pained groan.
"Please" I manage to let the words pass my lips this time instead of asking him to stop my beg was meant as a plea to keep going.
His pace becomes sloppy between my legs as his body falls on top of mine trying his hardest to keep going both for me and to reach his end also.
His head falls into the crook of my neck while his arms rest on either side of my head to keep most of his body weight off of me.
"Let me help you, can I help you?
After a few more half-assed thrusts he nods his head yes, his head still buried deep into the groove between my neck and my shoulder.
My legs wrap around his waist trying my best to keep him in me and my arms wrap around his neck as we flip over so I am on top, his back lays against my headboard, his eyes barely open as he silently begs for my help.
I roll my hips on his longing to give him the same release he has given me numerous times.
His eyes fight to stay open despite the internal battle inside him of his body wanting so badly to let them roll back into his head.
As I get more comfortable I begin to pick up my pace making him let out more and more whimpers and moans.
"Please just like that don't stop. God- please don't stop" his confidence cockiness has been replaced his desperation as his fingers dig into my hips - not to guide me but to just hold me.
I slowly begin to feel his body shudder under mine as his eyes shoot open
"Can- do- fuck- do you want me to pull out?"
His words coming out fast knowing he is near his end.
I shake my head no and bring his hand up to my left arm and squeeze it.
"Implant" I reassure him before bringing my lips to his neck airing out a groan from him
"I'm- I'm ahh" his voice goes from quick to relaxed as his body shakes beneath mine, his arms wrapping around my waist almost like second nature as he buries his head in my chest while a flurry of moans and whimpers leave his mouth agape.

I drag my fingers through his dark curly hair, my hips still rolling on his but a lot slower now as he becomes almost silent, the only sounds heard in the room now are of both our heavy breathing and the odd pained groan from him when I move in a way that's too sensitive for him.