“Needy whore, aren’t you?”
Her nods picked up.
“Mykis szemtelen.”
The last time I’d called her ‘little tease,’ her eyes had rolled back. They did the same here. “You need me, don’t you?”
More nods as she kicked off her shoes and chucked her phone towards the bed. But as much as I was here for her body to submit, I wanted the same from her heart.
“Say it. Make me want to fuck you senseless.”
She laughed deep in her throat as I pulled at her lip with my teeth.“You already do.”
Smart mouth.
“Fia,” I warned and stepped back, her hands falling to her side. I needed her, but I loved tormenting her as much as she had tortured me. “I need your verbal consent. Tell me everything you want from me.”
She whined and pulled me back, lifting my hand to hers against the wall. I chuckled and dropped it.
Her eyes narrowed. “I want you to rip my clothes off me. I want you to lose yourself in me, to leave marks that people will question. I want your mouth on every inch of me. I want to be hoarse with crying.”
She yelped as I ripped the Lycra fleece from her, not bothering with the zip. She spread her legs when I pulled her leggings past her ankles and lifted one of her legs over my shoulders.
I didn’t tease her. We were past that. I needed her taste. I needed her to unravel. I swirled my tongue around her clit,cherishing her deep exhale, the soft thud of her head falling back on the wall.
“I want you to pin me down, hold me open, and use me. I—I want your teeth on my skin. Your hands around my throat.” Her gasp was harsh in the humid night breeze. Her fingers tangled in my hair. “Iwant you to ruin me, Zolt—Zolt,fuck.”
“More,”I murmured against her pussy. “Tell me more.”
I held her hips to my face, grabbed her ass, and just as I built a rhythm with my tongue, I thrust two fingers in her. Wet sounds filled the room, and I groaned against my cunt. That’s what it was.Mine.
For three beats, she was only deep exhales. She swallowed, and her voice thickened, so fucking sexy, I thrust my tongue inside her.
“Zolt,” she moaned, collapsing against me, shifting just enough for my fingers to find her again. My shoulder and grip were the only things holding her upright. “Zoltán—oh my god… oh, fuck.”
She trembled, her swear broken by her rasps as she came, clenching around my fingers. Her face was flushed, rosy, and kissable.
But I didn’t have the willpower to look at her for long. If I made eye contact with her, that would be it. I’d be inside of her.
“More,” I demanded in English.
She jolted upright, her legs wobbled around me, and I held her tight.
“More? Zolt!” Her body tensed again as I went back to that sensitive clit of hers. “Zolt, I can’t.”
Hungarian was gone.
Her instinct had kicked backin.
“Can,” I said back, and pulled the hood of her clit back to suck directly on it.
She cried out, holding me back, almost lying on top of me as she took every lap of my tongue like a good girl.
“I’m going to—I’m going to— oh,Zolt.” She panted in my ear, running her sweet, aroused sounds straight to my throbbing cock.
She fell to her knees before me, arms around my neck, raspy laughter leaving her. She rested her head against mine. “That was… I don’t know what that was.”
“Yummy,” I said, and she laughed again before kissing her taste off my lips.
