Page 112 of Closer

“C’mere.” He reaches for me, his hands gripping my hips and guiding me back onto his lap.

But this time, I’m straddling him, my knees bracketing his thighs and my arms wrapped around his neck. I use the leverage to grind against him. He groans into my mouth, rocking his hot, hard length insistently against my core.

I moan into his ear. “Please.” I need to feel him inside me, stretching me, filling me.

“Ride me.” He reaches between us, gripping himself and lining it up with my entrance. “Take what you need.”

I steady myself against his broad shoulders and lower my body, enveloping him. A primal sound rips from my throat as he stretches me, the exquisite sensation overwhelming me.

“Good girl.” His hands shift to my hips while he peppers kisses on my neck.

I start to move, slowly at first, savoring the slick slide of him inside me. But it’s not enough. I need him deeper and harder.

Planting my hands on his shoulders, I start to ride him in earnest, my hips rolling and grinding, taking him as deep as I possibly can. The leather of the couch is cool and soft against my bare legs, a stark contrast to the heat of Sebastian’s body pressed against mine and his fingers sunk deep into the supple flesh of my ass, guiding my movements, urging me on. He’s just as greedy for me as I am for him.

“That’s it, princess.” His eyes blaze with hunger as he watches me bounce on his cock. “Use me.”

And I do. I chase my pleasure shamelessly, wantonly, lost to the sensations crashing through me. The slap of skin on skin, the obscene squelch of his cock driving into my soaked pussy, the coil of tension winding tighter and tighter in my core.

I never want this to end. I want to stay here forever, wrapped up in him, in this moment where nothing else exists but the two of us. Where we are not just roommates. Where the past and the future don’t matter, where all the hurt and the heartbreak and the misunderstandings fall away, and it’s just us. Just this connection between us that’s always been there, simmering beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to ignite.

And god, has it ignited. I’m burning up from the inside out, consumed by the heat of him, by the fire he’s stoked in me. I can feel it in every cell of my body, in every hitched breath and racing heartbeat.

I’m so close, teetering on the edge. “Sebastian.”

“Look at me.”

I drag my gaze back to his.

One of his hands snakes between us to find my clit. He rubs tight circles around it, and pleasure explodes through me, my head thrown back on a silent scream as I come apart in his arms.

He fucks me through it, his hips pistoning up into me, prolonging my orgasm. With a rough groan, he stills, pulsing inside me and finding his own release. Boneless and breathless, my head drops forward, resting on his shoulder and moving with the gentle rhythm of his breathing.

“You’re perfect.” He reaches for the blanket draped over the back of the sofa, cocooning us in our own private world.

My mind is blissfully quiet, the constant chatter of worries and doubts silenced by his presence. The monsters that lurk in the shadows of my thoughts chased away.

I’m so tired of running. Tired of pretending that I don’t want this, that I don’t need him like I need air in my lungs. I’ve been holding my breath for so long, suffocating under the weight of my own stubbornness. But here, in his arms, I can finally breathe again.

I burrow deeper into his embrace, my fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. He hums contentedly, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks.

“Nothing.” I tilt my head back to look at him, a soft smile playing on my lips.

He brushes a strand of hair away from my face, his touch achingly gentle. “Stay with me tonight. In my bed.”

I want to say yes and forget the world outside this little bubble we’ve created. If not for—

The euphoria is gone, a cold, creeping unease taking its place. My gaze snaps to the papers I sorted and went through. I’m so stupid. What if he thinks that I was looking for information?

If I ever have to face that cold, betrayed anger in his eyes again, it would shatter me completely. Think, Lil. But how when every breath is filled with his scent, every thought consumed by his touch?

Like this means something. Like we’re not just two people who keep falling into bed together despite our better judgment.

He’s going to accuse me again, isn’t he? And then he’ll kick me out.

“What’s wrong?” His arms tighten around me. “I thought you wanted this.”

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