I pulled her to me, my hands travelling over her body, and she moaned my name as I found between her legs again and played with her.
Until the cry of my name came out more urgent. “Zolt, the door!”
I looked over and lunged at the door when I realised I might have kicked it, but I definitely hadn’t closed it. In my desperation, my hands had found her instead of the lock.
I kicked it again, and it closed. I heard the click.Maybe.I didn’t really care.
She was laughing as I tugged her to her bed. She kicked off the leggings still around one ankle and waved a hand at where we’d slept. “Push them together.”
It took one shove.
She tried to do that magic trick with her bra again, but I pulled it off her with far more haste, pressing kisses down her neck as I pushed her onto the bed.
She crawled back like prey, eyes flickering over my face with alarm when I didn’t immediately follow her.
Her hand trembled as she reached for me. I held it tight. “It’s okay, Fia.”
Nodding almost aggressively, she tugged me forward, then frowned. “How are you still fully clothed?”
“Because none of this is about me,” I told her, nestling in between her legs and kissing her inner thigh. They clenched. “If I take off a single item of clothing, I’m sinking straight into you, Zsófia.”
She tugged my chin up. “Take them off, Zoltán.”
I stood at the edge of the bed with a frown. No woman had ever turned down what I was willing to give.
Other than her.
But this was Fia, and no doubt she wanted to see me at her mercy, too.
She threw herself across the bed and made quick work of my jeans’ button with shaking hands.
“Fia—”
“It’s not like you can’t make me come after,” she said, pulling on my zip then tugging them down my thighs. Her hands were hot as they skimmed my skin. “Or you know, during round three or four—Fuck sake, you even have shoes on!”
I kicked them off and got so far in her face, she blinked. “Round four?”
“Don’t be shy,” she teased, grabbing the hem of my top and pulling it over my head. “I’ve seen your stamina, if you don’t remember.”
“I remember,” I said quietly. It was all I thought about, playing over and over in my head every night.
A beat of stillness. Then she pressed the softest kiss to my lips.
Oh, but we weren’t doing soft. I was keeping thatfor round three.
I grabbed her waist and threw her back on the bed, careful to aim for one of the singles so she didn’t fall through the middle. She squealed, and I smiled into our next kiss, brushing my cock against her slit.
“Zolt,” she rasped. “Make it so I have something new to remember.”
“You’ll remember, alright,” I laughed. She knew she was in for a spanking. But not right then. I was on the absolute last thread of willpower. “You’ll feel me for days.”
I parted her slit with two fingers before thrusting them into her, and her breasts bounced at the movement.
“Messy girl, Zsófia,” I chided. She was so wet that it had started to drip down her thigh. “Is this all for me?”
She pulled at my hand with such force, I let her. But she didn’t shove me away; she sucked on my fingers, eyes locked on mine. Her moan vibrated down to my balls, and I might blow over her pussy before even getting inside of her.
“You want that to be my cock?” I asked her, leaning over to groan in her ear. “You want to taste me again? Or just drive me insane?”
