Sting » Louis

four

The sun had already set. I had lied down on the couch, with my hair scattered on the pillows and the short floral dress that I was wearing was scrunched up, revealing my upper thighs. Surprisingly, that day was quite hot and I was practically walking around the house almost naked. Max wasn't there. He had left for work, before I woke up. A little part of me was delighted that he wasn't there. Sometimes, his eyes were similar to the one's of a puppy and he looked at me like he took pity of me. I was sick of it, of the feeling of being pathetic.

Max was an attractive man. I'd always wondered why he chose me out the other women he was surrounded. He was loyal and caring. He was one of those guys who looked always dashing and had the perfect job at a successful company with a high salary. He was perfect for most girls. But not for me. Louis had stigmatized me. I was always looking for a beautiful disaster, just like he was.

'Pride and Prejudice' was playing on the t.v. I wasn't really watching it. Besides, I had already watched it about twenty times. I decided to watch, however, the scene that was on that moment, to simply shake off my thoughts. It was the rain scene, when Darcy told Elizabeth that he loved her and he wanted to marry her. That was by far my favourite scene. In some way I identified with Elizabeth. Was I too proud to admit that I still had feelings for Louis and I was so in love with him?

The need for him was unbearable. Its wasn't just an emotional need. Truth to be told, I was a twenty-one year old woman that hadn't been in sexual intercourse with somebody for four years. I simply didn't courted it. I didn't want anybody to touch me but him. The previous day's meeting with him, awakened feelings within me, feelings that were buried for far too long. After everything that happened with him, four years ago, my psychologist kept telling me that I was simply taking pity on him. But I knew deep down that his horrible childhood didn't have anything to do with my feelings for him.

I remembered how he touched me. And how he made me feel. He was lonely and in love. I sometimes wished that it would have been someone else that he had fallen for. Because I hurted him, yet he came back for me. Only one thing was sure; I was completely confused. I couldn't betray Max, he always treated me perfectly. But I was suffocating and no one could understand that. Not even my mother. Ever since she broke up with my father her pressuring behaviour became even worse. I wanted to be free, to do as I pleased, but my life seemed to be programmed by everybody else. I had to finish university, find a job, marry Max and have kids. And something else; forget Louis.

I turned off the t.v, and the only light in the house was a lamp beside me, on the coffee table. I was really skeptical whether I should or shouldn't do what I had in mind. It was sinful, dirty, but my thoughts about Louis screamed at me to do it. I missed him. 

I slowly closed my eyes and neared my shaky hand on top of the hem of my dress. I lifted it, revealing my black panties. I cupped my center with my own hand, gasping in the process. Then, I shyly started rubbing. I arched my back at the feeling, pleasure was building up inside me. I remembered when Louis did that to me. His pupils were dilated, his mouth slightly parted. The rubbing became more intense. Those blue eyes were stuck in my brain. I imagined Louis do that to me. 

"Louis..." I moaned loudly.

I was completely lost in a world of pure euphoria. I didn't have control of my own actions. Moans were escaping my lips uncontrollably. My index and middle finger found the hem of my panties. Just as I was about put them inside, I heard the front door being unlocked.

"Shit." I cursed.

I immediately took my hand away and closed my legs. My breathing was heavy. Max entered the apartment, looking at me closely. His expression was serious, his eyes dark. I looked down at my body. The buttons of my dress were open, revealing my cleavage, the skirt was lifted. He didn't speak and I was starting to get worried. He left keys at a small table near the door and took careful, slow steps towards me. I felt like I was the prey and he was the predator. I couldn't move. His gaze had paralyzed me. I could picture myself; flushed, with tangled hair.

"Darling, what are you doing there?" I couldn't distinguish any emotion in his voice and that made matters even worse. I was trembling from fear.

"Nothing..." I mumbled.

"Are you sure?" he came closer to me, away from the shadows and I noticed his hair. It was cut short and was perfectly styled back.

"Yes... I was just laying here... waiting for you..." I managed.

"Oh.." he said and feel to his knees so that he could be at the same eye level with me. "It didn't seem like it."

I widened my eyes. I was pretty sure that he had understood. I quickly sat up from the couch, buttoning my dress to cover myself. I moved away from him, heading to the kitchen. A sexy smile formed on his lips.

"Nice hair!" I shouted from the kitchen, while I was washing my hands.

"Thanks. I cut it for you. Weren't you always telling me to do it?" he smiled.

"You look perfect." I smiled back and pecked his lips. 

I was really grateful for not continuing the conversation. But most importantly I was glad he didn't say anything about what I did. Maybe he didn't really understand what I was doing or if I was doing something.

"Are you ready for tomorrow?" he asked with his heavy British accent.

"I think. I mean, I'm finally graduating!" I laughed.

"I'll come see you, along with your mum. I'll be watching you." he laughed back and pulled me into a hug. I hugged back and I felt him put his nose into my hair.

"You smell so good." he mumbled as he trailed his hand from my lower back up to my nape. Goosebumps appeared all over my skin. "You looked so damn sexy earlier." he growled in my ear.

"Max..."

"I can't wait to make you mine." he sexily whispered. He then pulled away. "I'm going to have a shower."

I stood there motionless, taken aback by his provocative words. At least he hadn't seen what I was doing...

 *

*

*

I don't like this chapter at all. 

Do you like Max?

Please comment and vote.

8tracks:emily_jane_t