She needed it so bad. He just had to move his tongue a little faster. Sweaty palms ran along the ruffled bedsheets, looking for anything to take hold on, desperate to keep herself composed. Cezar had been especially difficult in few last day she will be here for her mission, he'd tease Katarina to no end, bringing her just to the edge and winding her down. Over. And over. And over again.
"Please, Cezar, I can't..." Normally Katarina wouldn't have been particularly vocal, but he brought it out of her. He had become so accustomed to her breathing that he knew when she were getting close. She didn't have to say anything, or even let a moan escape; he knew how Katarina felt. From all her previous excursions, he knew.
This was the game he liked to play. He'd lay Katarina down in front of him, and play with her for hours. He'd pick up the pace with his tongue, running it up and down, speeding up and intently listening to her breaths. He knew when her were breathing heavier to change it up. He'd slow down, dragging agonizing circles on her clit. Katarina would gasp, and a wave of satisfaction hit him, pleased to fluster his secret, sweet girl, here in Sorcier.
All he could do was smile to himself and wind Katarina up again.
Everything about his demeanor was truly sinful. He was so filled with lust for Katarina, it was surprising he could control himself for this long instead of just fucking her now. He needed more time to play with his perfect girl. He swirled his tongue over her, faster and faster. Katarina hips bucked upwards shamelessly, his mouth was all that she needed right now. God, he had been going too long, maybe by his grace she could just cum already. He desperately licked up every bit of her arousal, savoring the taste. His eyes lit up with the sound of she practically hyperventilating for him. He had Katarina just where he liked her. Spread out for him, completely immersed. Her whole existence became him. The familiar feeling started to swell in her chest. Pressure was building in her stomach. She were so fucking close, every muscle in her body was tense. He listened as her breathing became loud and fast and uneven and desperate for him.
"Please, Cezar... I need it so bad.. so bad it hurts.. I- just let me cum, Cezar, please." He smiled through his movements, relishing how Katarina were falling apart for him. He sped up even more, running his tongue up and down over Katarina's delicate, overstimulated skin. Gasps escaped her mouth, needy and harsh. She were right there at the very edge. Cezar ran circles along her thighs with his thumbs, hearing her laboured breathing pick up more and more.
"Yes! Cezar, God! Yes!" Katarina choked out. Finally he would let her cum, after nearly an hour of teasing her. Her heart dropped to the floor when he picked his head up, crying out in anguish and frustration when the contact suddenly stopped. When would he let her finish?
Katarina picked her head up off the sheets, looking at him hopelessly, before dropping it back down on the mattress again. "Cezar, please god I need to cum so bad. I need you. Please, please, please."
Cezar smiled. "You know you're going to, so does it matter when?" He smiled, putting his hands on the bed to push himself up. He leaned over her for a kiss, letting she taste herself. He couldn't keep his hands to himself, of course, and ran them along Katarina's bare stomach while he moved to nibble at her neck. "Do you want to know why I didn't let you cum?" He breathed into her ear, cracking a devious grin.
Every hair on het body stood up. She were so desperate for him, just a few words were enough to get her so, so excited. Anticipation rang through her whole body, waiting for him to answer his own question.
"Because I love having such a pretty girl all spread out for me. I love having you here so, so much I don't want it to end. Playing with you like you're my little toy, hearing the way you take shaky breaths for me, God I love it so much. I just want to have you here forever, and make you feel good like this for the rest of time." He peppered kisses along Katarina's neckline, stopping to bite and pull at the skin just at the spot she like.
God, he was too much. This bastard with his lovely little words as if he didn't just torture her into near insanity with his teasing. Truly evil. Of course he had to stop to praise her, that son of a bitch. Katarina would pretend it didn't fluster her.
"I love you, you know that, right? I love you so much." He placed a heated kiss on her lips, wet and passionate.
He didn't wait for Katarina to say it back, he knew she would if she were comfortable with it. he trailed kisses down her neck, past her collarbones, her stomach, and back to her clit. He kissed the skin on her inner thighs and put his hands back on her hips to run circles on her with his thumbs again. This time he would really let she cum.
Katarina picked her head up again, and he stopped what he was doing to meet her gaze. "I love you, too Cezar. I love you. But we can only met until the day our mission finished." She wonder if Sora, Maria, Jeord or her friends know what she doing with her free time, what will they do to her? Well, if they don't know anything, then it's fine, right? Right?
There was his smug grin again. With renewed excitement he kissed and sucked at her clit, drawing small circles over it, listening to her breathe, smiling to himself. This time he would let her cum. He knew Katarina were at her limit for the play, and he respected that, no matter how much he loved to tease Katarina.
