The minute the words fall from my lips, he drops to his knees in front of me, pulling my robe straight off my shoulders as he descends.
My lips part immediately, having to stop the whimper that wanted to follow.
I try to grip onto the wall behind me but it was offering no stability at all as I feel my legs already threatening to give out underneath me and he hasn't even touched me yet.
As he gazes up at me, a silent conversation passing between us, one of his hands comes up, waist band height and begins to trace teasing lines around the band of my black bikini bottoms. Leaning slightly forward, he plants gentle, yet claiming kisses around the bare skin of my inner thigh.
One of my hands flies to his hair in retaliation to the contact where he immediately glances up at me, a playful smirk coating his hungry lips. Removing the hand from my waist, he brings one finger to his lips, commanding my silence.
I nod urgently.
The material of the Lycra bottoms is torn from my bottom half, his hands immediately cupping my ass as he lunges forward, immediately hitting me with intense and dominating flicks of his tongue on my swelling clit.
My lips fall apart in pleasure, heavy pants escaping my lungs as I fight the internal battle of making this last eternity and wanting to ride out the approaching high.
His hands lower slightly, pulling gently on the backs of my inner thighs to open me up for him, allowing him to deepen his movement.
Keeping quiet is going to be a difficult challenge.
When I feel one of his fingers lightly trace my entrance, I shudder with a wave of pleasure overtaking me.
Applying a gentle sucking motion to my now throbbing clit, his finger slides graciously inside of me, before pulling out and adding a second, sending me completely over the edge.
My grip in his hair tightens and I swear I could feel the cocky smirk against my sex.
As he continues to slide his fingers in and out of me unapologetically, I struggle to keep myself together.
It's when his free hand reaches up between us, pinching one of my nipple between his two fingers that I shudder against him, feeling the warmth wave cascade though me.
My eyes are pinched together so tightly that when I'm finally able to peel them open, gazing down at him as he sits back on his heels, burning holes into me with his eyes, he pulls his two fingers up to his lips, sticking out his tongue whilst placing them at the top, closing his lips over his fingers as they drag down the length of his tongue.
I pull at the sides of his robe, pulling him to his feet before discarding the material off his shoulders. His hands fiddle with the band of his shorts as he shimmy's them down his legs before picking me up and securing me on his waist.
Holding me firmly against the side of the change room wall and his body, our mirroring pants circulate into the atmosphere between us. My eyes begging his to provide me with the friction I need, the closeness I crave.
His head nods slightly before lining me up, bringing his lips over mine, his tongue still tasting of me as he drips it into my mouth.
When I feel him enter me, I feel my entire body tense up and take in his length fully, feeling complexly consumed by him.
Gripping onto his shoulders for stability and loving my feet around his waist, holding him as close as I can to my body as we adjust to each other, knowing exactly when the other is ready for more.
As he begins to thrust into me, his eyes stay trained on me, and mine of his. Taking in every little inch of reaction to each other. The way his eyes squint the smallest amount when I curve my hips a certain way, or the way the right side of his lips cock up slightly when he knows he's hit the right spot.
It's like we already know what we are looking for when exploring each others body.
His hips begin to pick up when we sense both our highs approaching.
I ride out our climax's with him, gripping so tightly onto his shoulders I can almost guarantee that I'm leaving a mark. I tighten my squeeze of his hips before feeling him buck slightly, his hands tightening on my backside for grip.
As he lowers me back down to the ground, I remain on my tip toes as he brings both his hands up to either side of my head, tracing down the length of my hair and pushing it behind my ears.
Our eyes remain glued on each other as we communicate a thousand words between us.
My eyes pitch shut as he places a kiss to my forehead and then another one to the tip of my nose.
Making a small distance between us, his eyes dip down the length of me, standing almost bare in front of him, he shakes his head in disbelief which feels me with all levels of joy and content.
Reaching my hand out, brushing the back of my fingers against his jaw before securing them both around the back of his neck, I pull him toward me, claiming one last kiss.
Our lips dart between smiling against one another and closing around the other between kisses, wanting to savour every last minute of each other whilst we can.
Removing my hands before securing them around his waist, pulling him closer to me for one last quick peck, I have to push against him to get him off me so we are able to get redressed.
Opening the door slightly, checking the coast is clear, I grab a hold of his hand behind me and pull him out of the cube as we make our way down toward the restaurant, this time our robes staying on our bodies.
"You hungry?" I ask as we enter through the front doors of the restaurant.
Lando lightly chuckles to himself, before pulling me toward him, placing a kiss to my cheek. "I just ate" he whisper in my ear.
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For Now, For Good
FanfictionA year ago, their paths crossed unexpectedly and whilst timing and circumstances were completely against them, Lando and Baylee couldn't deny the connection between them. They vowed to meet up again, a year from now, when they hoped the world offer...
