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Noriko

 

 

 

“You see me so effortlessly, don’t you?” he said.

I shrugged, suddenly feeling hot under the intensity of his stare. “You’re easy to see.”

“No, I’m not. I’m rude, arrogant, I piss more people off than not. The only ones who care about me are paid to.”

“You’re more than that!”

He was right. I did see him. I saw the rude armor that he wore, the arrogance he carried like a shield, his inability to act the “right” and “proper” way when he tried to express something meaningful to him. They were all lies. I saw past them as if they were children’s games, as if they were mere sheets of rice paper, right into the broken, scared boy inside of him that screamed, love me! Love me, because no one ever has.

Something surged up inside of me. A need. An all-consuming need.

I crawled to him and straddled his legs, pushing his papers aside. He didn’t protest. He only watched me with a hunger and underneath, a kind of weariness. His cock, already hard, pressed against my core. I whimpered. I wanted him. I wanted that. But there was something else I wanted more. A need more than physical. More than sex.

I leaned in, cupping my hand on his cheek.

He frowned. “What are you—?”

“Shhh.”

“But—”

“Are you going to argue with me about everything?” I asked lightly, repeating words he once said to me.

He didn’t reply. I didn’t give him a chance to. I closed my lips on his. He tasted like champagne and croissants with jam, his cologne wafting around me like a fresh breeze.

For a moment he didn’t move, and it was just me, brushing my lips against his, surprisingly soft, taking in his taste, his smell, giving myself to him, taking as much.

He started to move, slowly, as if he was unsure.

Perhaps he was.

Perhaps he’d never kissed anyone before. Really kissed someone. With his heart and his soul and the strength of all his hopes and dreams.

His lips grew firmer, exponentially surer. His tongue explored my mouth, dancing with my tongue. I slid my fingers through his silky strands and he weaved his fingers into my body.

Our first real kiss.

It was glorious. I never wanted it to end.

Our kisses grew hungry, needy. Desperate. Suddenly these scant clothes were like steel walls between us. I needed to feel him. All of him. With my hands between us, I pulled his shirt off me and his briefs off him. I pressed my breasts against his chest, our two hearts beating like drums against each other, both keeping the same glorious time. My arms wrapped around his neck, his palms flat against my back crushing me against his hard body.

Unthinking, we shifted, me sliding up his body, him guiding me up with his hands until his erection slipped between my legs. Slowly, achingly slowly, I slid down to take him—all of him—willingly into my wet, open body.

He moaned into my mouth, I breathed it in and groaned back into his lungs. We were a single being of soul and breath. Of tongues and wet lips. Of hearts and hands.

Neither of us moved, not yet. We were mindless and dizzy and drunk from our kisses, sucking every drop of champagne out of each other’s mouths.

I broke away from his mouth and pressed my forehead against his for just one breathless second. Before we started to move.

When we moved, dear God, when we moved, I didn’t want it to stop. Every pull and drag and push piled fire upon fire in my body. My heart began to fill and kept on filling. I feared I might burst.

He whispered to me in Japanese. “Your tight, wet pussy will be the end of me. I can feel your warm honey sliding down over me, dripping onto my thighs. I want to suck up each drop up but I can’t let you go. I will die if you leave. What did I do to deserve you, Noriko? Tell me?”

Each sweet, dirty word was another added flame. My fingers dug into his back and I ground on him harder and he pushed up into me like he couldn’t get deep enough. And he pushed and I pulled and he rocked and we rocked and my hands and his hands and our lips and everything and nothing and all the pieces of our bodies became stars, all tightening and compressing and burning until…

Everything exploded in waves so intense, I saw galaxies.

My world became a space as vast and as infinite as the universe. Drake and I hung there like swirling pieces of stardust. Until the pieces of us fell back down towards the Earth.

And when I hit the ground—oh, God, when I hit the ground—my eyes opened with a gasp as two swords of exhilaration and terror ripped through my insides.

Oh my God.

How could I let this happen?

I was totally and completely in love with my husband.

I had to leave him in less than eleven months.

Suddenly, what had been my prison sentence has twisted, turning into a ticking clock.