Make Me Learn

8 - Consent

A/N - sorry for the long wait everyone, I've been doing my finals exams at uni - I'm done now and have a free summer ahead of me, so expect far more frequent updates now :)

A week ago, I'd sat on this sofa, all tensed up in a ball of anxiety and fury. I'd never have imagined being on my back, pressed down into its soft fabric, underneath the weight of Louis's firm body. I was on fire, lit from within, melting into his lips, his touch. Our thin shirts were the only barrier between us - I was certain he feel my pounding heart against his chest. I could barely remember the taxi ride back, the heated fumble as Louis unlocked the door to his house before we collapsed on top of each other in the living room. There was only now, only his smell and his hands and his mouth and - 

He broke away from the kiss. Lips tingling, I searched for his eyes, aching for him to come back. It was a drug, wet and honey-flavoured and skilled with years of experience, and I needed it, his mouth against mine, tongue teasing the crack between my lips. But, my desperation transformed into something a lot deeper when his mouth found my neck, brushing just below my ear. Sparks shot from the tender spot, and I gasped, pressure swelling between my legs. Reaching up, I placed a hand on his chest, his muscles rippling under my shy touch. Something scraped underneath my jaw, gentle, tantalising - teeth, I realised with a shiver.

His breath tickled my ear. "How's that feel?" he whispered.

I could've exploded. "Good," I choked out.

"Just 'good'?" He kissed me on the corner of my jaw. "I suppose you won't mind too much if I stop, then."

"Don't!" I said, far too quickly. My whole body trembled with heat. Why was he teasing me like this?

I felt him chuckle against my neck. The sensation made my toes curl with overstimulated nerves. "Alright," he murmured, "you've convinced me." He kissed me again, then tracked down, leaving a wet trail to where my neck met my shoulder.

My stomach twisted, unable to process each crackle of electricity and spike of heat. Blood pooled at my crotch, pressing against the stiff denim of my jeans. His fingers slid into my hair, light as a feather, not so much as tugging even a little. It was weird - in BDSM, they were supposed to grab your hair and yank it around. And yet, even despite his lack of force, I felt my head tilting in the direction of his hand, exposing more of my neck for him.

His other hand closed around the hem of my T-shirt. "Can I?" he asked.

"Please," I breathed, my chest burning, eager to feel the sensation of his wet mouth.

I arched my back as he tugged the garment off and tossed it aside. Cool air breezed over my bare chest, pricking up goosebumps despite the unbearable heat inside me. He descended upon me, fingers stroking down my ribs, hovering at my waist. His tongue drew a line along my collarbone, before he crept lower to explore my chest. My hand found his soft golden hair as his lips followed a treasure trail over my torso, pausing at a nipple to flick the sensitive nub with his tongue.

Unable to hold back, I let out a moan. I froze. What the fuck was that? I'd made out with people before. Guys had played with my nipples before. Hell, I was acting like quite the virgin for someone who'd shagged their boyfriend on a regular basis for several months prior to this. I'd never, ever made that noise. It was almost pathetic, how vulnerable it made me sound.

"I like that noise," Louis murmured. He crawled back up, his deep gaze meeting mine. I might've squirmed under the intensity, if I hadn't been paralysed. And, like a wave retreating into the ocean, my embarassment washed away as he leaned down, lips touching mine. I pushed up to close the gap, our mouths locking together. His tongue swept over my bottom lip, and I let my mouth edge open, allowing him in. His thumb circled over my other nipple, and I gasped into the kiss. He seemed to like that, pressing deeper, his tongue exploring, tentative and yet firm, dominating. My spine tingled. No one had kissed me like that before.