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I nod, cupping his face He wrecks me with his play, with his command that so easilys with his hands

I’o, but he’s careful now, blowing a soft strea, he kisses my clit, licks slowly around "I love to taste you, do you notice?"

I curl my hands into fists around the pillowcase

"I think this sweetness is just for me I pretend your desire has never been like this" He dips a finger inside and brings it up to my lips "For everyone else it was never so silky and sweet Tell er inside and suck, wanting tohe stays here withhe doesn’t retreat to the office and work until dawn

"Isn’t it perfect?" he asks, watching me suck "I’ve never loved a woman’s flavor asat ain, or h "I crave it I crave you I’m too wild for you I want you tooto tell hiet stuck inand sucking so expertly now that I arch off the bed, crying out

"Like this?" he purrs

"Yes" My hips press up froers, too

"I’d be your slave," he whispers, sliding two fingers intobut this and your mouth and your quiet words and I’d be your slave, Cerise"

I don’t kno it happened, or when exactly, but he kno to readeach sensation longer and tighter, ins to feel like days With his tongue, and his lips, his fingers, and his words he bringsbeneath hi for it

And just when I think he’ll finally lethis mouth with his forearm as he climbs over me

I push up onto my elbows, eyes wild "Ansel--"

"Shh, I need to be inside when you come" With quick hands, he rolls asp, bunching the pillowcase inins to move, his chest pressed to asp, nodding frantically "Me, too"

His hand slides underneath ht there

right there

right there

and I go off like a bomb the second he presses his lips to my ear and whispers, "What you feel, Cerise? I feel it, too Fuck, Mia, I feel everything for you"

Chapter SEVENTEEN

IT’S NOT THAT I don’t already think about Ansel a hefty proportion of the ti about hi with Siet him to play hooky with e Being an eternal tourist alone is growing dull, but keeping busy is the far preferable alternative to being holy loud countdown clock ticking away in the back ofthe keys into her purse before rifling through it Searching for her ever-present vapor cigarette, I suppose Being around Gruesimone is a paradoxical comfort: she’s so unpleasant, but itthe forward to when I return ho up when she finds the familiar black cylinder in one of the inner co finally," she says, and holds it to her"Dammit Dead Fuck this shit, where are my Marlboros?"

I’ve never felt like more of a buetting organized to move home, ht in front of me The far preferable one where I can pretend o to school, and it’s easy to silence the gnawing voice in the back ofmyself I’ll worry about it in a few arettes and a silver Zippo fro as she inhales like that cigarette as up se in the diain? Like three weeks? I swear to God I want your life Living in Paris just for shits and giggles for an entire summer"

I smile and look past her as I lean back, barely able to see her face through the plume of acrid s with the sa of panic: "I start business school in the fall" I close my eyes for a moment and breathe Yep, they do