Missed Connections

Chapter 29 - Wet Spot

"Holy shit!"

"Well, it's certainly not that," Louis responds with a smirk.

"Oh my God!  Seriously, you did not just make that joke!"  I tug my legs towards my chest and hug them, feeling overwhelmed and very self-conscious.  I would give anything to be somewhere other than naked on this bed because I feel so asinine.  Mind blowing orgasm or not, I am sitting in a wet spot on 1000-count Egyptian cotton sheets that I have just defiled.  Tears prick the backs of my eyes as I tuck my head between my knees.

"Evynn...darling...come back to me," Louis says gently, trying coaxing me out of my ball of shame.  He runs his fingers over the tops of my knees before grabbing them in his hands, and wiggling my legs back and forth.  "You've got nothing to hide, luv.  I've seen it all."

"And apparently it has just shot a fierce amount of ejaculate all over your bed."

"You think these are virgin sheets?" Lou replies with a deep laugh. "Oh darling, I have bricked all over these sheets at some time or another.  Mostly thinking about you."

"If that is another one of your British euphemisms, I am not following. And I am not particularly interested in learning it, especially if you are referring to other people being in this bed," I reply calmly, crinkling up my nose at the prospect.

"Oh, darling," Louis says gently.  He scoots closer to me, his legs touching my own.  He gently fingers my chin upwards and stares deeply into my eyes. "I mean I have fucked my own sheets many times waiting for you to be here." 

He smirks in a sassy way, raising his eyebrows up and down.  Too cute.  I involuntarily beam at him.  He senses the change in my demeanor and grabs my legs, placing them over his own, and easing me on to his lap.  I fake a pout and keep my arms crossed over my chest.  He squeezes his arms around mine causing my ample bosom to become more pronounced.  He flashes me another sassy grin and eyebrow raise.  I smack him lightly on the shoulder.

"Is that all?  Please tell me you washed them."

"Right before I left for L.A.  But apparently, your body wanted to give them another soak."

"Oh God!" I drop by face into my hands, hiding my blush.

"Evynn, luv, having you coming so fully in my hands was amazing.  Really.  Your body is amazing."

"Really, really?"

"Really, really."

I drop my hands and turn my face towards Louis.  His thick hair is tousled from our romp and his cheeks are rosy.  Cool blue eyes peer brightly from under his feathery lashes, conveying the sincerity of his words.  I search his eyes once more, just to be sure.  Still sincere.  My eyes flit to his lips, his throat, his chest.  I lean forward and plant a soft kiss on his nose.

"Feeling less nervy now?" Louis asks.

"Yeah."

"Good."

Louis kisses me back, deeply and passionately.  I twist my body towards him, and wrap my hands around his neck, trailing my hands into his hair.  The tension in my body releases as his tongue darts in and out of my mouth.  Lou grabs my right leg and swings me around fully to straddle him.  The fingers of his one hand knead into my thigh, and the other cups my face. The air between us is electric.

I push up on to my knees, drawing his mouth upwards to mine. I bite his lip, tugging as I suck it in to my mouth. He tastes sweet and tangy.  The smell of his aftershave is mixed with his natural scent. I take it all in. It's a heady experience.