Missed Connections

Chapter 10 - Give Me Back My Black T-shirt

I gawk at Louis' blatant audacity in sucking my fingers so salaciously at the table, yet I can't help imagining that firm pressure sucking on some of my more sensitive bits. Oh God! My breath hitches in my throat. I can't think straight, which is so unlike me. I like to keep a cool head around boys ever since my past experiences with Wes. No jumping in, keep feet firmly planted on the ground. It's part of the reason I've been wearing a virtual chastity belt for the last while. Sex is an easy in, and it's hard not let yourself go emotionally. I don't feel ready to do that again.

I sigh deeply, and peer in to Louis' pale blue eyes. I hold the gaze and let my eyes flit over his face. I take in his dark lashes hidden beneath his hooded eye lids, strong baby-face cheeks, and scruffy chin. He is smiling at me, highlighting his perfectly straight teeth, and his entire face beams. His lips are pink and thin, but have clearly proven their abilities. I stare at his slightly fuller bottom lip wanting nothing more than to run my tongue over it. As if reading my thoughts, Louis subtlety licks his lips, watching my face as if to imply he is undressing in his mind. Hawt!

"How about that walk home, yeah?"

"Yes!" I reply. I practically jump out of my seat, barely containing my excitement at the thought of being alone with Louis again. I brush my chest against his as I pass him, lingering momentarily, running my fingers down his arm to grab his hand. "Let's go". We barely talk as we walk the last two blocks towards my apartment. My mind is swimming with the possibilities of how the rest of the evening will go. I am certainly not ready to "drop trou" on our a first evening together (especially without some serious ladyscaping). But the thought of dropping his pants and letting my lips find a fresh landing spot does sound appealing...

"So, this is me," I say as we stop in front of my house. "Thanks for walking me home." I hesitate, shuffling my feet back and forth a little before I start walking up the stairs. I let Louis follow me in to the foyer, and somewhere between the main door and my apartment door, I find my resolve. I put my hand on the door handle, and keeping my back to Louis say, "Listen, today, has been amazing, and the thought being this close to you is driving me wild, but I'm not planning to have sex with you right now. So, if that's what you're thinking, don't."

Louis delicately touches my shoulder and turns me to face him. "Don't over think it, love." He leans in to me, placing his hands the door by either side of my head, pressing himself forward. He kisses my lips gently, lifting my head towards his. The soft and gentle touch sends shivers down my spine. I push myself towards him, placing my hands above his hips, and increase the pressure. My senses are solely focused on him and his touch. I am lost in the heady experience, releasing a soft murmur from my lips.

That's all the encouragement Louis requires, and he crushes his lips deeper onto mine, grabbing my waist and inching me closer. I part my lips to allow his tongue to swirl in to my mouth. Taste me, Louis, I want to taste you. My hands grip his hair, wander over his shoulders, and down towards his waist. I bring my hands up under his t-shirt, feeling his smooth stomach and defined muscles. Encouraged, Louis moves his hands upwards on my body, cupping my breast. His kisses move downwards on my neck, his fingers exploring the real estate below my neckline, letting his fingers rest and trace the top of my bra.

Every fibre of my being is on fire. Each trace of Louis fingers on my skin leaves a trail of heat, and his kisses are engorging my clit. Goddammit woman! Get your shit together. This isn't the direction you want to go if you are preaching abstinence tonight. But he feels so good. I run my hands upwards, and slowly start pulling off his shirt and clenching it my fist. Louis raises his eyebrows, but makes no complaints. I pull away from kissing momentarily, to look deep in to his eyes. I slowly trace the fingers of my right hand over his tattooed chest and loop them over the top of the his waistband pulling him towards me. Still gripping the shirt, I run my left palm upwards over his hardening cock, all the while running my tongue over his bottom lip. He groans.

"And I'll be needing this shirt back," I say, as I cheekily grip the door handle and slip myself inside. "Goodnight Louis!"

The last thing I see is his shocked expression as I shut the door in his face.

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Holy cock block!  What will happen to Louis' blue balls?  I have a feeling we'll find out soon.

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Xo,
Jane