The Space Between Us | L.S

Second First Time

All I could think about is that I should have worn a matching bra and knickers set. I was anxious about telling him about Morgan I didn't even think about what was to come after our awkward conversation. 

He was studying me like I was a GCES guide that he needed to memorize. His blue eyes fixated on my almost nude form, my blue knickers and black bra that was a bit too small. 

The only light in the room was sneaking in from the ajar bedroom door. 

"God, look at you." He pinched his lips with his inked fingers, his eyes lazily drooling over my form. He lifted his knees to the mattress, and began crawling till he was over me. 

His arms wrap around my back and in one gentle pull our skin touches. I feel his hand in my hair, how he loves the softness, watching it tumble as he releases it. Then his hand moves down my cheekbones to my lips.

Our eyes meet. 

Then he's all business, shimming my underwear down my legs and pulling them off, kissing from my toes upward, slowly, his hands on my legs, always just a little higher than the kisses. I feel my back arch in anticipation, knowing where his fingers will soon reach. My head rocks back against the pillow as he does, the first moan escaping my lips.

"I'm going to take you once sweetly, then we're going to do it the way I've been thinking about for almost a year." Then he leaned down and took my mouth without permission. 

Every kiss has a raw intensity - breathing fast, heart rates faster. "You tell me to stop and I will stop." He breathed into my ear before thrusting into me. I almost came undone instantly, I reached up to squeeze his shoulders like I was holding on for dear life. 

"Please." I softly whisper as he increases his thrusts. "Please." I repeat again, as if that is the only word I know. The hand that is not propping him up, scoops up my head pulling gently at my hair. 

"Cum." He murmurs against my neck, and I didn't need to be told twice. 

My eyes begin to focus on his ceiling as I came back to earth. Before I could speak again, Louis whispers that he is going to take me again and I just let out a moan, unable to articulate a response.

He gets off the bed for a moment and I use that time to recollect myself. The giddiness of having sex again setting in my lower stomach, as he approached me with a belt in his hand. 

"Jesus." I whisper, and my gulp echoed through the silent room. A kind smile slid on his face, as he stood on his knees. 

"Shh, you'll enjoy this." He leans over my, kissing my neck again, sucking and teasing my sensitive skin. I know damn well he is trying to leave a hickey. 

"Just fuck me Louis." I practically growled out, confidently grabbing his cock that was dangling between my thighs. 

"Hey!" he swatted my hand away gently. His eyes blazing as he pulled me up with him. Our knees touching lightly as he wound his fingers through my hair and tilted my head back. "I don't know how those boys let things happen; but in bed you listen to me, right?"

I nodded against the pull of his hand, the heat pool in my stomach increasing. 

"Good girl." he said as his fingers loosened until they fell to his side, "Now get on your stomach."

"Huh?" I began to question but I guess I was taking too long because he maneuvered my body himself, my stomach slapping against the soft mattress. 

"Keep still," he said as he gathered my hands behind my back. Before I could recollect what was happening I felt the pinch of leather securing my hands. "Tell me to stop and we will." He repeated once more. I strained my hands a bit to test the bounds, and mumbled out an 'okay'.