Summary: After several countries and several hostels, Zig and MC (Lydia) finally find themselves alone at an Airbnb in Germany.
As the bus neared the tiny German village, Lydia couldn’t believe it was real. The whole thing looked like a postcard or an illustration in a book, the small, neat town nestled in rolling green hills. So many of the places they’d visited so far on their trip had been beautiful, but it’d been different in the big cities. Cities like Paris and Rome and Vienna had been exciting, the history and architectural beauty almost overwhelming. But this little German village seemed like time had forgotten it altogether.
Once they disembarked the bus, Zig and Lydia followed the directions they’d printed out at the internet cafe and headed towards their Airbnb.
“How excited are you to not be in a hostel for the next few nights?” Zig asked as he reached for her hand.
“Oh my god, I can’t even begin to express how excited I am,” Lydia said. “Don’t get me wrong, hostels are great and all, but I’m so excited about not having to share a bathroom with anyone for a few days.”
“Anyone?” Zig teased. “Not even me?”
“Nope, I’m calling dibs on the bathroom,” Lydia said with a grin as she squeezed his hand. “I hope our Airbnb is near a gas station because I’m not sharing.”
Zig laughed.
“You know, there’s another advantage to having our own place for a few nights,” he said, glancing sideways at her with a smirk.
“Our own kitchen?” Lydia asked as they arrived at the small house and Zig fished the key out from underneath the flower pot as instructed. “Yes, I agree. I never realized that having a fridge was such a luxury.”
Zig laughed as he fitted the key in the lock.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I was thinking too,” he said sarcastically as he opened the door and ushered her inside. The front door opened into the kitchen, which was small and cozy with a table for two.
“This is so cute!” Lydia exclaimed as they shrugged off their packs and dropped them to the floor. “Come on, let’s go explore the rest of it.”
“Hey, not so fast,” Zig said as he reached out and caught her hand. He spun Lydia around to face him and wrapped an arm around her waist. She grinned.
“But don’t you want to see the rest of the house?” Lydia asked innocently. Zig leaned closer to her and she felt his lips on her neck. She ran her fingers through his hair and closed her eyes as he tightened his grip on her.
“Later,” he murmured.
Zig slid his hands under her shirt and pulled it up over her head. Lydia bit her lip. She and Zig had always had amazing chemistry together and the power roles had always been very fluid between them, but she loved when he took control like this. Even though he was the one taking the lead, it made her feel powerful that he desired her so much that he couldn’t wait to have her.
Zig dropped her shirt on the floor and soon her bra joined it. He picked her up and set her on the table for two, drawing close to her between her knees. He kept one hand knotted in her hair and he ran the other slowly down her skin, drinking in the sight of her as his eyes followed his fingers. Zig kissed her again before letting his lips fall down her body. When he took her nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling around it, she arched her back and moaned softly. He always knew exactly what she wanted, sometimes before she even knew herself. Lydia tugged at his white t-shirt and he quickly discarded it. She pulled him to her and kissed him hungrily. The feel of his skin against hers was intoxicating. Lydia felt Zig’s hands between them, his fingers releasing the button and zipper of her jeans. Her pants were tight, but Zig slipped his hand inside, his fingers finding her immediately. He groaned.
“God, you’re so wet,” he said, his voice husky and desperate. Lydia was about to reply when he slipped two fingers inside of her, curling them the way she loved, and her words were lost in a gasp of pleasure. She was so close already that when Zig’s thumb began to press against her clit, she couldn’t control her hips.
“Don’t … stop …” she begged as she thrust against him, her climax crescendoing through her in pulsing waves. Lydia cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders while his tongue was on her throat. When the pleasure finally released her, core throbbing, Zig finally removed his hand. He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, reveling in them. Lydia watched him through hooded eyes, her heart pounding. Then, without warning, Zig reached down and yanked off her jeans and her panties in one fluid motion, flinging them aside. He knelt in front of her and Lydia put her legs over his shoulders, hooking her feet behind his back. Zig stared between her legs, his face full of a primal desire that made Lydia shiver.
“Oh my god, baby,” he groaned. Then his tongue was on her, his tongue entering and lapping and swirling. He usually teased her a bit, kissing her thighs, taunting her with the heat of his breath, but now it was like he was a man possessed. Lydia moaned, her legs squeezing against his head. Zig ran his hands up her bare sides, never breaking stride for even a moment.
Still primed from her last climax, Lydia came quickly. Zig pinned his tongue to her as her hips bucked against him until she couldn’t take it anymore and she had to beg him for a break. He sat back on his heels and ran the back of his hand across his chin, the familiar smirk on his face. He stood up and ran his hands along her inner thighs. Lydia felt like she might disintegrate into a thousand pieces from the electricity coursing through her body, but she knew she wasn’t done. She had to have him.
“I thought you needed a break,” Zig murmured as Lydia’s shaking fingers yanked his belt free. She pushed his pants and boxers away until his cock was free and she could finally take him in her hands. Zig exhaled with pleasure as she cupped and caressed his balls with one hand while stroking his length with the other. She let her fingertips graze the tip and he groaned softly, burying his face in her neck.
“Huh-uh,” Lydia said, although her voice was weak and it sounded almost like a whimper. “I need you.”
She guided him to her and he quickly thrust inside her, causing her to gasp with pleasure at the sensation of him inside her, filling her.
“Like that?” he murmured in her ear.
Lydia found herself nearly unable to speak, barely able to whisper, “Yes,” as she clung to him. Zig began to move slowly at first, but Lydia put her hands on his hips, encouraging him to go faster as she already felt another climax brewing within her.
“Fuck me harder,” she begged. “Harder.”
Zig obliged and she matched his rhythm, her voice coming in staccato bursts as she moaned with each thrust. Lydia felt Zig’s tongue and teeth on her earlobe, his breath hot.
“Come for me, baby,” he whispered.
Lydia was undone, the pleasure roaring through her core like a wave that washed over her whole body, finally dissipating at her toes and in her fingertips. Zig groaned and she tightened around him as he came too, his fingers digging into her hips, his teeth scraping against her shoulder.
They clung to one another, breathing hard. Zig cupped her face in his hands and kissed her softly.
“I told you it was worth it to have our own kitchen,” Lydia said. Zig laughed and collapsed against her, wrapping his arms around her.
“Fine, you were right,” he said.
“Could I get that in writing?” Lydia joked. Zig narrowed his eyes and pinched her butt, making her squeal with a giggle.
“More importantly,” Zig said as he lowered his forehead against hers. “Have I earned the privilege of showering here? Or am I still going to have to take a sponge bath at a nearby gas station?”
“Well …” Lydia said, pretending to consider this. “I guess it’d be okay. But you owe me one.”
“Tell you what,” Zig said. “In exchange, I’ll make it up to you.”
“Oh yeah?” Lydia asked. “What’ll you give me?”
“As much as you can take.”
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