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place between them. He made a dive for my neck, nuzzling and nipping at it. His hands raised my top and homed in on my breasts. I could do nothing more than take it all, my eyes raised to the low dark cloud that covered the courtyard like a lid.
    ‘Have me then. I want you to.’
    He was doing such delicious and wicked things to my nipples that I could barely say the words, but when I did, he growled and sucked at my earlobe. I pushed my tongue into the salty skin at the base of his neck, feeling the natural resistance of his flesh and refusing to accept it, kissing it as if I would die if I broke contact with him. His pelvis ground against my crotch, smearing my juices all over the thin knickers that stood in his way.
    But not for long – once my nipples were full and fat and almost bursting with sensation, he turned his attention to my clit, pulling the knickers down and off with a flourish. I yelped with a kind of mingled joy and fear, glorying in my vulnerability, happy to be caught by him, with no escape this time.
    His body trapped me again and he reached down to feel my pussy in all its ripe readiness. His face an inch from mine, he held my eyes and said, ‘You’re very wet.’ It was like an accusation. I was guilty as charged with nowhere to hide.
    But I had the perfect riposte. Nudging my thigh against the rocky bulge that pressed into it, I whispered, ‘You’re very hard.’
    He slid two fingers inside me and held them there while his thumb dealt with my clit. My head felt too heavy for my neck, falling back. I wrapped my legs around him, desperate for him now. ‘You have got a…?’
    ‘Of course. You want this now?’
    ‘God, yes.’
    He took a condom from his jeans pocket, watching me hawkishly all the while, then unbuttoned and dropped the dusty blue denims and the boxers beneath. I wriggled on my window ledge while he made short work of the rubber – obviously an expert, but that was a positive for me now. I wanted an experienced man. I wanted a man who could fuck me properly, take me the way I’d never been taken.
    And here he was, holding me by the thighs and preparing to impale me, the tip of his cock pushing gently at my tight opening.
    ‘You hold on tight, Ruby,’ he whispered. He kissed my cheek, my ear, my mouth. I laced my fingers around the back of his neck. I opened myself up to him. I shut my eyes.
    He stretched me wider, sliding in, finding more than enough lubrication to aid his passage. He used his hands, his strong arms, to angle me so that he could rub my clit between strokes.
    My eyes flew open and I stared at him. The man was a sex genius. I began to be afraid that he might kill me with orgasms, right here under this leaden Hungarian sky.
    ‘Are you scared?’ He was all the way in now, pinning me to his cock, stroking a silky ellipse around my clit.
    The voice seemed to come from someone else, saying words I would never say. ‘Fuck me.’
    ‘Of course.’ He gave me the gentlest, sweetest kiss, then he started to thrust.
    His rhythm, his motion sent ripples of sheer overwhelming sensation from my cunt outwards, reaching every nerve simultaneously. My first orgasm came within half a minute, eagerly flooding my clit when he rubbed, but I knew I had more in me, maybe I could come forever, over and over, while he gave me this ride to the heavens.
    He looked proud and he laughed when I came the first time, bucking wildly into me. I hid my face in his shoulder, oddly ashamed at how easy it was for him to push my buttons, feeling exposed and undone.
    ‘You feel how I make you come,’ he said. ‘I give you more.’
    Behind my tight-shut eyes, a flash of light. Was János such a good shag that he could make me see literal stars? Was this what happened when a man fucked you the right way?
    But a huge crack of thunder almost immediately afterwards forced my blurred thoughts to register that it was the weather above me, not the cock inside me, causing the spectacular side-effects.
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