Page 55 of Closer

“Just what I said. You can’t keep looking at me like that.” I take another step closer and she backs up against the door. “Or walk around in these skimpy little outfits, and you can’t be this close to me.”

“The robe was your idea, and you cornered me!”

“You’re right.” I sigh, and step back but she catches my collar in her fist and draws me closer. She doesn’t kiss me though. Just glares as if she’s torn between kissing or biting me.

“Tell me you want it, Brie,” I whisper, holding her gaze. “Tell me you want me.”

“Please,” she whispers, so quiet I’m not sure if I imagined it.

“Please what? What do you want?”

She shakes her head. “Please, don’t make me say it.”

“Say it.”

“Fuck me, Levi. S'il te plaît, baise moi.” I grip her neck and draw her closer, crashing my lips down on hers, and shove my tongue deep inside. Her kisses are as ferocious and demanding as my own. Her tongue thrashes against mine, her nails dig into my biceps, hard, marking my skin with little half-moons. I slam her up against the door. Her hands fumble with the tie at my waist. I shove her away, so I can get to it quicker. She works on her own, unfastening the knot, and slipping the soft towelling from her shoulders. I was wrong about her being completely naked—she put her little lace panties back on, as if they were some form of protection from me, from my hands, from my cock. I slip my fingers inside and feel how wet she is, how ready. I stroke her clit. She gasps, and wrenches my arm away. “S'il te plaît? Je t'en prie!”

“I love it when you beg.”

She frowns. All need. All consuming passion ... for me. “You are a bastard.”

“Yes, but lucky for you I’m a very giving bastard.” I take my cock and rub it against her, sliding my crown through her slick heat. She moans. I pull back and grin at her forlorn expression. Then I drop to my knees.

“Non. Non. Fuck me, Levi.”

I wrap my hands around her ankle and lean forward, sliding her leg over my shoulder. “Baby, I have every intention of fucking you. But first, you’re gonna ride my face.”

I dart my tongue out and taste her.Fuck. She tastes as good as she looks. I glance up the line of her body, grabbing a handful of her tits and rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I bring my mouth to her pussy again and flick my tongue over her clit. She jerks away, but seconds later as I grin up at her, Brie’s eyes narrow and she grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking me towards her. I chuckle as I open my mouth and gently suck her clit. Brie tugs on my hair, and I let her go, but I cover her slick flesh with my mouth and kiss her cunt as if I’m starving.And I am. This week of fighting, teasing, all of it is the best kind of foreplay known to man. Brielle Kagawa is just what I need.

So I eat her out as if I’m never going to get the chance to again. Her legs jerk and spasm, and I press her hard against the door, letting the wood take her weight. I grab her other ankle and she follows my lead, wrapping her long leg over my shoulder. Her hands grapple for purchase on my hair as I stand with her straddling my face. Brie squeals. I slam her back into the door, and her whole-body shudders as she grinds her hot pussy against my mouth.

I could stop flicking her clit with my tongue altogether and she probably wouldn’t know any different. I may be an arsehole, but one thing I’m not, is lazy. Not when it comes to showing women how much I appreciate it when they serve themselves up to me. I’m the kind of man who eats his fill of the all-night buffet, and then goes back for more.

Brie’s upper body curls, her stomach clenching, her hands tugging my hair so hard I’m afraid she’ll pull it out, and then the sweetest moan comes from her mouth, her pussy contracts and her head falls back against the door with a laugh. “Oh my God.”

She clenches her thighs together, which of course forces her pussy closer to my mouth. I can’t help but dart out my tongue to taste her again. She jerks forward. Almost sending us both toppling. I slide my hands under her arse and she lowers her legs one at a time, and slides down my body until she’s straddling my hips, my cock pressing against her sweet cunt.

“Jesus Christ, you almost suffocated me.”

She laughs. “Good. Maybe then you’ll stop talking and ruining the moment.”

“Fine, you can have the moment, because I plan to ruin you,” I whisper, sliding the head of my cock through her slick flesh. “Hard and fast, and then soft and slow. I’m gonna fuck you all night, Angry French Girl, and you’re gonna scream for me.”

I lay her back on the bed and run my hands along the taut curves of her body, her small tits, that I pinch and tease, over her ribs, and then down between her legs. I circle her slit and then slip two fingers inside. She moans. I don’t give her time to adjust or accommodate me. I fuck her hard and fast with my fingers until she really does scream. Her body convulses, and she squirts all over the bed as the violent waves of orgasm drag her under.

Giving her a beat to recover, I slide my hands free of her body and coat my dick in her cum. She’s lost to me right now, lost to feeling, floating, but that’s okay because I meant what I said. I will ruin her for any other lover. That’s just the selfish kind of arsehole I am.

Brie’s body is wracked with after tremors. There’s no better drug than a fucking awesome orgasm. She inhales on a gasp, sucking in breath as if for the first time. There’s a reason the French call itla petite mort—the little death.

“Oh my God.” She grabs a fistful off her hair and covers her face with it as she laughs. “You’re very good at that.”

“Baby, I’m the best at that.” I grin and slide a hand through the wetness pooling into the sheets. “Besides, I want you wet and pliant as a fucking newborn kitten. I’ve been dreaming about this since I first saw you play, and I intend to make you come all night.”

I grab my wallet and pull out a condom, tearing into the foil packet with my teeth. I slowly roll it over my cock, smiling at Brie who watches each movement with undisguised lust, and perhaps just a hint of fear. I slide the tip over her entrance, through her juices, coating the head and pushing inside before pulling out and teasing her clit. I delve just a little further each time. When her body tells me she’s ready, I sink in deep, or as deep as she’ll allow. A cry comes from her throat. I don’t know if it’s pain, or desire, or a mix, but when I pull back, she shifts her arse so that she’s taking more of me inside her tight cunt. Fuck. It’s been so long, and she’s so hot and so fucking tight around me that I may just break my promises altogether. I’ve never broken promises about making a woman come. I grab her legs and wrap my arms around them, pulling them to the side so her feet rest on my right shoulder.

“Oh,” she moans, as I piston my hips and drive in slow and deep, feeling her stretch around me, loosen up, and take more of my cock into her body.

Brie slides a hand between her legs and strokes her clit. I watch, mesmerized as she takes her pleasure into her own hands. I drive deeper, fuck harder until she comes on my cock, screaming and panting, begging for more, disoriented from another orgasm. Pride swells within me. I kiss her instep, her ankles, before parting her legs, and leaning forward, pushing deeper inside.

I have to kiss her. I need to feel my mouth on hers, my tongue caressing hers as I take her body again, bringing her right to the brink before pulling out. I slide my hand around her throat. Brielle’s eyes widen and flare with fear that quickly morphs into desire. I snag her earlobe between my teeth as I drive back in and all the air leaves her lungs in a rush.

Her heels dig into my arse, her nails claw my back, and we settle into a rhythm that I was never afforded with Ali. I’ve never made love to a woman. My whole adult life has been one empty, fast-paced, and furious fuck after another. Until Ali, but even with her, I wasn’t allowed to take her like this, never allowed to take my time and explore her body as if it were my own, because it never was mine. Not to have and hold, not to possess.Not like Brie. Not like now.

I look into Brie’s eyes, upturned in the corners, revealing the secrets of both her French and Japanese heritages. An exotic almond shape that’s as intriguing as it is beautiful. Her dark pupils are glassy with desire, her milky skin flush with that freshly fucked glow.

I come, imagining I get to keep her. I come, pretending she won’t leave me in two days’ time and never look back, and I curse myself for letting my heart get carried away again.

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