Lastly (L.T.)

Chapter 43

Alright so who watched Louis's live stream today?! Cuz it was fucking fantastic, I literally loved it so much, he did such a good job and I want him to release Copy of a Copy of a Copy so badly, it was such a good song and gave me huge Mr. Brightside vibes...idk why. Plus he played Drag Me Down!!!!!! Anyways I'll shut up and write now. I wasn't planning to release this chapter today, but since the live stream happened, I decided I had to.

Sincerely,

Your Over Dramatic Author ;)

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Louis walked us over to the edge of the pool, keeping his hands on my ass and not breaking our heated kiss.

We only pulled away to breathe and so he could whisper dirty nothings into my ear.

When we reached the pool ladder he kept me around him and I held on with my arms around his neck while he climbed out of the pool.

There was a little bar counter off to the side of the pool with drinks behind it and instead of walking me over to the lawn chairs where our towels were, he took me over to the bar. Setting me down on the counter top at his waist height.

As soon as I was sat down, his hands were roaming all over my body again, fast and hungry like he couldn't get enough.

The misty warm dampness of the pool area made the air between us sweltering hot and it felt so good.

He started to grind himself between my legs, needing the friction as his wet swim shorts became too painful.

"I missed this, baby, do you mind if I'm not as sweet as last time?" He growled low into my ear so that I clenched my thighs around him.

Holy Fuck

"Do what you want," I whispered into the humid air, my head thrown back while he pressed hot open-mouthed kissed down my throat.

It felt so easy to just let him take control, I knew he wanted it, and after everything we had been through in New York, we both needed a break. We were emotionally drained and wrapped up in feeling we didn't know how to express, and now, every one of those feelings was pouring out of us in the only way we knew how to express them: physically.

He grabbed my throat, pulling my face back down to kiss him and this time his tongue tangled instantly with mine.

"Louis!" I gasped into his mouth when his other hand slotted between my legs, tracing up my damp folds achingly slow while he avoided the spot where I needed him most like the tease he was.

"What's that baby?" He chuckled, leaning back to watch my reactions when he pushed two fingers inside of me, curling them in just the right way with a cocky smirk on his face. He knew exactly what he was doing and my response was just making this better for him.

I decided he wasn't going to have all the control though, when I traced one of my hands down his torso, feeling his taught muscles twitch and jump at the contact and palmed him heavily over his swim shorts so that a loud moan fell from his lips.

I ran two of my fingers underneath the waistband of his swim shorts over the sensitive skin between his hips and watched as his breathing grew heavier, the pupils of his eyes dilating until there was hardly any blue left.

Our pants mixed in the air as he laced his long fingers under the band of my sports bra, pulling it up over my head in one quick motion.

I nearly sighed in relief at the freedom. Sports bras aren't comfortable to begin with, and wet sports bras are even worse.