Six Inch - [Lando Norris]

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WARNINGS: NSFW (unprotected sex, riding, fingering, squirting, semi-public sex) (I normally don't put warnings for NSFW chapters because this book is already rated mature, but like, this is filthy. (Natalya's on the pill, no pregnancies wanted by the way))

"There you are," Lando commented, moving towards the front deck. Natalya laid back in one of the tanning chairs, a pair of sunglasses covering her eyes, the bottle of sunscreen oil next to her. "Haven't moved ever since I laid down," Natalya replied with a content sigh. Lando had been out for some phone calls, and she had taken the time to tan in the warm sun of St. Tropez, their yacht docked right behind the apartment they had bought last week. She heard Lando moved around behind her, and the popping of a bottle didn't go unnoticed by her. Natalya sat up and looked over her shoulder at him, lifting her sunglasses to her forehead. Lando popped a bottle of champagne that had been resting in a bucket of ice and poured two glasses. "Are you coming?" Lando asked, getting up the few steps to the upper deck. Natalya took her phone with her and moved up the stairs as well. He loved the white bikini she was wearing, the double strapped bottoms giving a nice detail below her belly button, the top resting effortlessly on her breasts. Her neck was decorated with a necklace of rhinestones, that moved down the valley between her breasts, and eventually around her waist.

Her skin was sun-kissed already, nearly sparkling because of the tanning oil she had used, which smelled so nice and fresh. Lando pulled Natalya onto his lap, her legs draped over his thighs while she leaned against his chest. "You look so gorgeous, darling," Lando complimented her, kissing her lips. Natalya showed him a cheeky smile, knowing it was his favorite bikini she owned. Her eyes glided over the green Ralph Lauren shirt he was wearing, and she loved the color on his caramel skin. She finished her glass of champagne, and her fingertips were cooled from holding the glass, which she moved across the collar of his shirt. "You know I love this color on you," she purred, admiring the few unbuttoned buttons, his curly hair, and his sparkling eyes. She repositioned herself, swinging her legs over his thighs to straddle him instead. "You're up to no good, are you?" Lando hummed, a lazy grin curling his lips, watching her wrap her fingers around his glass of champagne, and bringing it up to her lips. Her lipstick left a print on the glass, a few drops were spilled and dripped down her throat and to her cleavage.

His hands curled around her waist, his fingers digging into her warm skin. The silver of his rings felt cool in contrast, and she arched herself slightly into him. A soft gasp left her lips when he put his mouth to her skin, his tongue lapping at the drops of champagne she had spilled. Lando kissed the slope of her neck, closing his lips around her pulse and sucking his mark into her skin. Natalya moved her fingers into his curls at the nape of his neck, feeling him pulling her closer. She slowly ground her hips down on his, feeling him grunt lowly against her neck. Lando took her chin between his fingers, looking into her innocent eyes before capturing her lips between his. He tasted of the sweet champagne, and his tongue didn't hesitate to invade her mouth, stroking against her own. His hands shifted to her lower back, his palms finding her ass and giving it a harsh spank. She jolted forward, and they parted briefly, but the teasing smile on her face told him she enjoyed it as much as he did. No effort was made to get each other out of the clothing they wore.

He wanted her to keep the bikini on, and the thought of fucking her in it, made him pulse against the zipper of his shorts. Lando's fingers trailed down her pelvis, along the side of the soft material of her bikini bottoms, and he shoved it aside. Her abdomen tightened when his fingertips moved through her labia, she was wet already, but within a matter of time, he would have her soaking. Lando's fingertips merely touched her throbbing clit, and he withdrew his fingers, but only to bring them to her mouth. His lips parted with a soft breath when she took his digits into her mouth, her tongue pressing against them as if she was sucking him off right now, her mouth soft and warm, wetting his fingers for him. He withdrew them from her mouth and moved them to her pussy. His thumb settled on her clothed clit, and his fingers easily entered her. "F-fuck, that's it," Natalya moaned, his fingers moving knuckle-deep in her, his fingertips prodding at her g-spot right away. Her walls tightened around them, while he slowly trusted his fingers into her and kept curling them up against her front wall.