Saturday had dragged on forever. I was so excited to see Louis and it was making time drag slower than it ever had before for me. Throughout the day, I'd paced nervously in my room, unsure of what to wear. I wanted to look sexy, knowing I'd promised Louis the evening before. When I had finally decided to wear a sexy little black dress and my raciest lingerie I paced some more in my room. Often searching my Facebook timeline, trying to distract myself and finding nothing new each time.
I had once again told my mother I'd be staying at Brittany's, telling her us girls were having a sleepover after going to a party, Camile once again being the driver. She had fallen for it (how naïve of her, right?).
And when it was finally time for our date, I walked down the street in the direction of Brittany's house (seeing as how she lived right around the corner). And I found Louis parked just beyond the corner. He looked the usual model worthy good, wearing red jeans and a striped t-shirt. I did feel overdressed beside him, but I could really care less.
We'd gone to the movies, Louis taking me to see The Last Song. I admired that he'd wanted to take me to a movie he really (with every fiber of his being) didn't want to see. However, I still had us on my brain, what would happen when we'd get back to his place. And often throughout the movie, I'd placed my hand on his inner thigh, feeling his body stiffen in the seat beside me as I slowly traced circles, moving higher and higher up his thigh.
And here we were now, walking up to his front door. Me wanting to run into the house and rip this dress off. I watched as he slowly pulled the front door key out of his back pocket, opening the door and stepping back to let me step in first, him quickly locking the door behind us.
I walked in, bending over to take off my sandals, him kicking off his small white sneakers. And when I turned to face him, I felt his soft lips roughly kiss me, using his weight to push me hard against the wall, though not hard enough to hurt me. He was never, under any circumstances, rough with me. His tongue quickly found its way into my mouth, fighting with my own. My hands went instinctively to fist their way throughout his soft hair.
I leaned away from him, using my hand to pull the ponytail out of my hair, letting my waves fall to my naked shoulders. He smirked, and then he placed his hand to my hip, leaning down to kiss me. I felt as he moved his hand lower, touching me through my dress. I moaned into his mouth, our tongues finding the perfect rhythm together.
He leaned into me, pushing my back right up against the wall, and I could feel his desire through his jeans. My hands hurriedly felt their way up and down his body in the dark. I ripped his shirt off, breaking the kiss for only a second and throwing it to the ground.
I lifted my legs, wrapping them around his waist, as he pushed me harder into the wall. His lips made a trail of kisses up my neck and bit down on my earlobe. My knees shook and I became weak around his body. When his lips came back to mine, he pulled me away from the wall, quickly using his hands to hold my body close to his. His mouth moved back to the crook of my neck. He growled in my ear, "I want to be inside you."
He slowly walked us to the bedroom, making his way up the stairs and down the hall, never breaking our kiss. His tongue found its way into every crevice in my mouth, and his hands found their way to my bottom, lifting the back of my dress, and exposing the naked flesh. When Louis slipped his hand up the rest of my dress and slowly ran his fingers over my panties, I arched my back and moaned out a classy, "ugh, just fuck me."
When we got to his bedroom, he threw me down on the bed, slowly pulling off my dress and kissing the exposed skin. His hands palmed at my bra, finally getting it off and kissing the soft curve of my neck. I shivered as his hands cupped my breasts, and I felt my nipples harden against his soft touch.
Louis kissed my neck, collarbones, and breasts, leaving love bites all over my body. He knew not to give me love bites on my neck, so his mouth stayed on my breasts, stomach, and thighs. The wetness of his mouth making me writhe underneath him in only my underwear.
His hands and mouth made their way down my body, eventually ending up on the waistband of my underwear. Louis grabbed them with his hands, yanking them off and throwing them over his shoulder. He came up to once again kiss my lips, "you're so beautiful," he whispered softly.
He ran his fingers and lips down my body once more, finally pressing his thumb into my sensitive nub. His touch was light, stroking me in a sweeping motion. I closed my eyes, bit my lip, and arched my hips to meet the rhythm of his hand.
"Fuck Louis," I breathed, trying not to scream his name. He nudged my legs even further apart, and I felt my knees shake. If I were standing, I would've fallen over. I felt Louis steady himself over top of me, knees on either side of my waist, placing soft kisses to my neck. He then pushed two fingers inside me, without breaking the love bite he'd been placing on my breast.
I squirmed under him, making sounds I'd never heard myself make before. Feeling the orgasm slowly come. He pumped his fingers in and out slowly, finishing his love bite.
And just as quickly as he had started, he was done, suddenly kneeling at the foot of the bed, his head between my legs. He placed soft kisses and nibbles all the way up my thighs. I felt his hot tongue replace where his thumb once was. His tongue moved in a perfect rhythm and not long after he'd begun I felt my orgasm roll through me, liquefying my limbs.
When he stood up, I reached for his zipper. After getting his jeans down to his thighs, he kicked the rest off, with me reaching forward to pull his boxers down after them. I moved backwards on the bed to sit, with him standing on his knees in front of me. I watched as Louis clenched his teeth when I wrapped my small fingers around his shaft and began to caress it, twirling my thumb over the head, "yes, Tarin . . ." He moaned.
I sat up, kissing him on the lips, while never moving my hand, "condom?" I asked.
"Mm, condom," he confirmed, reaching into his side table and pulling one out.
He rolled a condom over his stiff erection, as I laid back. He nudged my legs apart, using my knees to hold himself up, while leaning over me. I gasped when he filled me completely.
"Oh . . . my . . . fucking . . . god . . . " I moaned out between gasps as his pelvis ground against mine.
As he thrust into me I brought one leg up, wrapping it around his waist, while arching my hips. I hooked my other leg over his hip and slid my hands down to his perfect behind, nails digging into his skin. I arched, meeting each thrust, demanding him to go harder and faster. He yelled out profanities.
And then he shifted his weight, using one hand to reach between my legs and rub small circles over my nub while continually thrusting. I threw my head back, feeling the high approaching. When I came, I felt myself tighten around him, feeling shudders throughout my body, my breathing slowed and my body almost went slack under his.
But Louis continued thrusting, and his hand never moved from between my legs. He leaned in close to my face, kissing me, twirling his tongue in my mouth, "C'mon love, once more."
We were panting, our temperatures spiking. I was on the brink of the most unbelievable orgasm I'd ever had. I moaned Louis' name as I dug my fingernails into his back once again. I let myself feel the release for the third time this evening, my back arching, breasts pushed into his chest above me. Louis followed me, moaning into the crook of my neck, his body becoming weak upon mine.
And then the exhaustion hit us both, with Louis rolling over to my side, both of us panting. "Jesus . . . fucking . . . Christ," Louis swore. I moved close to his body, laying my head upon his chest, placing my ear on his rapidly beating heart.
"Tarin?" he asked, lifting my chin up to stare into his eyes.
"Yes . . . Louis . . .?" I panted.
"I . . . I think . . . I love you . . ." he panted.