Lastly (L.T.)

Chapter 39

I had never exactly seen Louis as sweet or gentle, but he had never been frightening or too rough to me either. He was a perfect combination of everything. He was sweet and kind to his friends and family and frightening and dominating over his enemies and those who threatened his family.

His versatility was just one of the reasons I was so enraptured by him. He was able to be anything he wanted, and was a fantastic leader, though he never had a big ego about any of it.

He was just so...Louis.

And I was so head over heels for him.

Even my brain that could barely tell the difference between the emotions happy and sad, could tell that I had feelings for Louis. And I knew what he was about to do was only going to amplify that by a tenfold.

He hovered over me with a hungry stare, weight on his hands while I pushed his jeans and boxers down his lean thighs, stripping him down slowly. As soon as they were as far as I could get them, he rolled off of me, kicking them off his ankles while his hardened shaft lay against his stomach, making my mouth water.

He flipped back over, grabbing the waistband of my leggings and pulling them and my underwear off in one harsh yank, making an involuntary yelp escape my mouth. He rutted his hips forward as soon as my leggings were gone, so that low moans fell from both of our lips as soon as we felt the contact.

He groaned out a low "oh, fuck." When he felt how ready for him I was.

I wrapped my legs around him, pushing my knees into his backside, encouraging him to grind himself against my dripping folds.

He felt so good, even in just a grind, but I wanted more. I pushed my hips up hard against him, sending him a nonverbal message.

He whined when he finally pulled his hips back, shuffling down the bed, pressing hot wet kisses down my neck and between my breasts and down my stomach, but ignoring where he knew I needed him most. He picked up the foil packet and brought it to his teeth.

As soon as he had the packet open, I took the condom from him, reaching my hand down between us to stroke his hard length. He was coated in my arousal, and throbbing in my hand. His jaw went slack at the contact, as he was pinching his eyebrows together and moaning lowly.

I watched him attentively, studying every part of his face etched in pleasure. I rolled the condom up his length, pushing my feet into his as to guide him forward as I lined him up to my entrance.

He pushed forward slowly, a loud erotic moan leaving him as he slid into me with almost no resistance.

He paused as soon as he had filled me, quickly dipping his head down to meet our lips in a searing kiss while I dragged my nails down his back, begging him to move.

He drew his hips back, only about halfway before pushing back in. Both of us were overwhelmed in pleasure, completely wrapped up in the ropes of one another. I pulled my hands in his hair, tugging him back down to kiss me as he continued his slow thrusts, dragging this out an excruciating amount.

He knew exactly what he was doing too, teasing me like it was his second job.

"Lou," I whispered against his mouth, not even realizing what I was about to say "faster, baby, please."

Baby? What the fuck?

I had no time to dwell on my own idiocy because he was suddenly drawing his hips back and slamming them forward over and over while nonsensical noises fell from both our lips. His biceps were taunt, as he hovered over me, the sweet position at a stark contrast with the delicious violence of his fast thrusts.