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Leon stepped out of the bathroom, and the shower humidity followed behind him. The cool air hit his damp skin and made him shiver. His towel hung around his neck, catching the water that dripped from his hair. His phone buzzed on the table next to his empty glass. It lit the dark room in cool blue light.
A million thoughts ran through his head. He stopped asking himself how she'd gotten his number years ago, but he still didn't know what she wanted. Hadn't she finished her job in East Slav?
Her text shouldn't have incited him, but it did. How long had it been since they'd met up last? Since they touched? If he closed his eyes, he could vividly picture the night they'd spent together. He hadn't felt anything but his palm against his shaft since. Leon couldn't deny how wound tight he felt but still irritated by her presence in the city. His flight back to America was tomorrow morning, and he couldn't be gone fast enough.
What was he doing? He'd told himself it was time to get over her. They'd been on and off for years, never committing to anything. He was tired of finding her in places she shouldn't be. But Leon couldn't deny that part of him remained with her just as much as she was in him. Every meeting with Ada was explosive, a revelation. Their touch felt right, as if they were born to fit together. Two puzzle pieces missing from the whole.
The phone lit up and chimed with a call. When he saw the video call prompt, he wrapped the towel around his waist. Not like she hadn't seen everything before. Ada's face took up the screen, just as beautiful as the last time he'd seen her.
"If you keep scowling like that, your face is going to get stuck that way." Her smile was sly as she set the phone down somewhere. As she backed up, she revealed that she wore a long-sleeved button down shirt, at least two sizes too big. All the desire he'd attempted to smother came roaring back when he realized she wore his clothes, only dressed in his shirt. Whatever his face displayed, it appeared to please her. "Ah, you noticed my little souvenir." She stood back and opened her arms, lifting the hem a little higher.
Leon sat down on the chair by the table and poured another drink before he propped his own phone up against the bottle.
"I should have known when I couldn't find it." He took a sip and set the glass down. The liquor burned down his throat, warming his stomach. She sat down in an armchair. Behind her was a wall and nothing that gave away her location. Not like Leon cared. Ada never sat still. Not like he was one to talk.
"After last time…" She lifted the collar of the shirt and pressed it against her nose. Her eyes fluttered shut as she inhaled. "I wanted something to remember the night by." Her heavy sigh as she dropped the collar made him ache. With his lower half outside of her view, he ran his palm down his towel-covered groin.
"What did you want, Ada?" Leon's words were as sharp as he felt.
"Keep talking like that and I'll show you." Ada shifted in her chair and bent over the arm, reaching for something off-screen. The position reminded him of last time, her ass in the air, and his shaft between her thighs. She moved back into frame with a glass of red wine.
"So, you called just to play games with me?" Of course, she did. It was her way, and she'd never change. He should hate it, but the thought excited him. His annoyance felt more toward himself than with her.
"I would have played all by myself, but you did say, any time." She lifted her brows over the rim of her glass tipped to her lips. He imagined them flushed, wet, and wrapped around his cock. He ran his hand over his semi-hard erection again.
"By yourself, huh? Sounds like you got it covered." His low tone already betrayed how turned on he was, but he was never a great liar when it came to her.
"I'm all covered for now." Ada ran a hand from her neck down her chest. He followed her movement as her fingers shifted toward her lower stomach and stopped. "If you play your cards right, I might not be covered for long."
"What do you want?" His impatience with her seeped out of every word. One hand clasped around his glass, while the other continued to rub against his crotch.
"I miss when you used to cry." Her smile was wicked with filthy promise. "When you'd yell out my name and plead. Do you remember, lover?" She dipped two fingers into her glass of wine. Her eyes bored into him as she lifted them to her lips and made a slow show out of sucking them into her mouth. Fuck, he wanted her bad.
"Yes," he said. Ada groaned as she sucked her fingers in and out of her mouth. His balls ached and his shaft jutted up beneath the towel. He attempted to adjust it to rest against his stomach. She slid her fingers out, glistening from her mouth.
"Will you do that for me while I touch myself?" she asked.
"Cry?" He couldn't contain the chuckle. "No, thanks," he said. She gave him a little pout and leaned forward toward the phone. His shirt slipped over her skin, giving him a brief glimpse of the top of her breasts.
"Then I guess I'll have to end the call."
"Wait, Ada!" He stood from his chair, jostling the glass and bottle. Ada pulled back with a smile that made him clench his jaw.
"Oh, Leon. Just like that." She shifted back to the armchair and took a sip of her wine. "Want to undress for me first?" She didn't have to say, "or else." The words lingered between them already. He couldn't deny that it turned him on when she got this way, ordering him around. Nor could he deny he wanted this.
Leon's towel dropped easily to the floor. Her eyes dropped down with it. She tilted her head as if taking him in. He loved the way she eyed his body, even littered with scars, like a gift she'd always wanted. He pushed the table back, so the front camera had a better view of his bed. He sat on the edge and leaned back on his palms.
"Your turn," he said. Even from the angle she gave him on the phone, her breaths were visibly heavier. She set down her glass out of view and leaned back in her chair. Her hands moved toward the first button but stilled when he wrapped his hand around his shaft.
"No touching until I say so," she said.
"More games?" he grumbled. His hands tightened into fists behind him to keep himself from choking his cock.
"What would you do if you were here?" she asked as she went to work freeing the first button.
"Bend you over that chair you're sitting on," he said. She gave a short laugh and worked on the next button.
"You could try."
"I thought you liked getting bent over."
"Only when you earn it." Another button down. His cock twitched against his stomach.
"As if you earn anything you get from me?" The next button gave him a glimpse of her breasts, nipples just hidden behind fabric.
"For saving your ass? I think so." Another button showed her stomach. The last time he'd seen this part of her, they'd fucked long enough for her skin to form a thin sheen of sweat.
"Not this time," he said.
"But I did."
"You told them I was an American agent." Leon imagined the sensual punishment he'd give her then.
"I like when you look at me like that," Ada said.
"Like what?"
"Like you want to spank me for what I've done." This button slipped the shirt farther open, just above her pelvic bone. Her dark trail gave promises of treasure past the next. He ached with the need to stroke himself.
"How did you save my ass?" He was dying to ask about her fantasies.
"Your elevator," she said simply as she popped the last button. He cursed low when she finally revealed her beautiful pussy. "What are you thinking about?"
"How you taste," he replied. "You?"
"The way I want your pretty cock right here between my lips." She slipped her hand to her sex, using two fingers to spread her folds for him. Even from here he saw how wet she was. His shaft strained with need; the ache built the longer he didn't touch himself.
"Fuck, Ada."
"I wish you would." She ran her damp fingers over her clit. Her other hand ran up her body and pushed his shirt to the side to expose her nipple. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip as he imagined his mouth around it.
"Just me sitting here is enough for you?" he teased.
"Brooding at me on your bed with a dick that begs for my mouth around it? Yes." Her hand gripped her breast. She continued to massage her clit. Her hips thrust into her hand.
"What else do you want to do with it?" Leon watched her mouth soften in surrender, and her fingers coax herself to the edge. Her chest flushed just as much as her face in her euphoria.
"Sink you deep inside. Ride your hips until I make you call my name," she said. He watched her hand, expecting her to sink her digits inside. But his Ada liked to tease.
"Pinch your nipple," he said. She groaned as she followed his command. He knew how she liked it. "I know you want to come against your hand." He exhaled slowly from the strain in his shaft.
"Are you wet for me, Leon?" Her voice was breathless as she asked. He didn't have to inspect his cock to know the head dripped with pre-cum.
"You'd know if you hadn't run off so soon," he said. She groaned as she fucked her hand.
"I want to see."
"How can I show you if I can't touch myself?" His voice sounded thick with arousal. Heat spread over his face and down his neck. He knew she saw it, the way she thrilled him.
"Not yet," she said. Her eyes were dark and lost, watching him ache for her.
"You gonna come?" His hips thrust up slightly when she moaned. His hands balled up the sheets beneath him. Ada's face was slack, and her eyes grew hooded as she nodded. He knew she was close, could practically feel her walls clamp down on his dick. His legs fell open slightly as if to receive her.
Ada's moan was drawn out as she came. "That's it," Leon said. "Look at you." She took his breath away with her eyes so lost and his shirt around her shoulders. Her body bowed into it until she'd rode out the pleasure over her hand. Her eyes flicked down to his cock on the phone.
"Touch yourself the way my mouth would," she said finally. She'd brought him to his limit. His muscles pulled taut with wanting. His dick ached so bad, begging for Ada's touch, that he grimaced.
"Tell me," he said.
"I'd roll my tongue over the head to taste you." Her fingers rolled over her clit as he reached up to take his shaft in his hand. He hissed out a slow breath as he eased his thumb around the tip. Ada worked her sex slow. Her other hand trailed up to her mouth. Her tongue flicked out to lick her fingertips. Imagining her tongue on his cock made him groan.
When she lifted her feet onto the chair to spread her knees apart, he nearly spent from the view. Her name slipped from his lips as her legs shook. More torturous since he knew what her mouth felt like, knew what plunging his shaft into her soaked cunt felt like, but couldn't have it in that moment.
"Come on, Ada. Then what?"
"I love when you beg." Her hips thrust into her hand as she bit down on her fingertips. He squeezed the top of his shaft. "I'd run my tongue along that throbbing vein beneath." She ran her tongue up and down her fingers as if lubing herself. Leon ran his wet thumb down the underside of his length.
"Taste yourself for me," he groaned. Ada switched hands.
"Then I'd slowly slide your length into my hot mouth until I take you deep." She sank her drenched fingers into her mouth and moaned as she touched herself. Leon cursed, gripped his shaft, and stroked. He moaned low when she made a sloppy wet sound and sucked her fingers in her mouth.
"I want inside." His voice shook as he choked his cock, sliding up and down with his pre-cum dampening his shaft. She popped her fingers out.
"You want me on top?" Her breaths were labored as she spoke.
"God, yes," he moaned. The pressure built as he moved his hand. His hips thrust up into his grasp, imagining it really were her hot sex he sank into. Ada tucked her knees beneath her and rose up for him to view her body fully. She leaned back against the back of the armchair. One hand massaged her clit, and she slid a finger inside herself with the other. Her head lulled to the side, mouth opened softly.
He had to slow his strokes to keep himself from coming before she did. The fantasy was too good to dissipate. He followed her rhythm and rubbed his palm down his shaft when she pushed her finger inside.
"One more," he said.
"Say the magic word."
"Please, take me inside you." Her eyes rolled back as she added another and pushed in deep. She replaced her fingers on her clit with the palm of her hand she used to fuck herself. The other traveled over her body and took hold of her breast. At this angle he saw it all as if she were riding his hips.
"I miss your cock," she groaned as she upped her rhythm. He followed her pace and spread his legs further apart. With his other hand he fondled his balls, knowing his climax was closing in. She watched him over the phone as if she'd miss something if she looked away.
"You're riding me," he reminded her. He moaned when she added a third finger. The wet sopping sounds between them grew louder in his ears. Her soft sounds of pleasure came more frequently. "Fuck me, Ada."
"You feel so good inside me." Her whole demeanor had changed, her body moved like woman chasing the high.
"I'm close," he admitted.
"Come inside, Leon," she moaned. It was the last straw. He called out for her as he came, hot strings of cum doused his chest. Ada pulled Leon's shirt close to her face as she cried out and came around her fingers as if imagining he were inside her.
"I'm not stopping until you come again." He leaned back on his forearms, chest heaving. His own cum dripped down his chest toward the trail of hair below his navel. She watched him, clearly seeing the evidence that he'd come for her.
"I think you deserve it," she said with a hoarse voice.
"What do I deserve?" he asked. Ada turned on her knees so that her gorgeous ass was in frame. She tilted so that her face pressed against the back of the chair and her fingers were visibly stroking herself. The sound that came out of him was inhuman. He stroked his palm down his flaccid dick, frustrated that he couldn't bury himself inside her from behind.
The wet sounds from her pussy were erotic to his ears. Soft praises rolled out from his lips as she penetrated herself, hips thrusting into her touch. He knew what would get her over the precipice. He wanted her to come with his voice in her ear.
"God, Ada. Come for me, please. Come like it's me inside you," he said. She moaned in reply, her movements faster, pushing that friction. "Just like that. Let go."
She practically screamed his name into the chair cushion. He slid closer to the phone as she came. Thin trails of her arousal slid down her thighs. He'd give anything to lick it up for her. His traitorous heart felt sated that she'd come with him on her mind, the fantasy of his cock inside her, with her body wrapped in his shirt.
She slumped in the chair and turned so that she faced him again. They were both out of breath and in the haze of their climax. Those soft words postured on his tongue, but he bit down on his lip to keep them from spilling out.
"The next time we meet," Ada said with a weak smile. "I'm sticking around."
"We will continue this another time," Leon agreed. He took up his towel from the floor and wiped down his chest. When he peered up, he found her watching him with her glass of wine in hand. He took up his own glass and downed what was left before pouring more for himself. "Does it ever get old?" he murmured.
"What?"
"The games?" He'd meant to ask her before but never got the chance.
"Sometimes." She sipped her wine. "Does this mean you forgive me for our little spat last time we met?" He hoped they could put it behind them, but the subject always came up.
"Maybe. But I still don't get it." He shrugged as the liquor slipped past his lips.
"We can't get married. Not while we're so…" Her eyes fixed somewhere far away. Her fingers moved across the wine glass in her hand, a tell that this subject made her nervous. He didn't blame her. It did it to him too.
"Different?" he supplied.
"No, Leon. Distant." Her eyes were sad on the other end. She sucked in a heavy breath before she put down her glass and wrapped the shirt over her body. She moved to the phone and picked it up. He did the same.
"We can talk about it later," Ada said.
"I meant what I said. Any time," Leon replied. She gave him a smile that never reached her eyes before she hung up. Leon downed his drink and lay back on the bed with his arm draped over his face. He ran through every way in which he'd make it up to her when they met again.
"I love you," he whispered into the dark.