I take a deep breath and blink my eyes open, still dizzy from the waves of sleepiness and desire. My room is still dark with only a hint of gray light behind the curtains. It looks like an extremely early morning, and my mind refuses to wake up fully. Besides, it’s so warm and cozy under the blankets, with Louis’s body pressed to me, that I sigh and relax under his touches.
“How did you get here?” I ask casually, as if I can’t feel his erection against my thigh as soon as I lean back on him. The sensation only adds fire to my growing desire, and I push my head back, allowing Louis’s lips to find my neck.
“The door was open,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss under my ear and sliding his hand over my stomach and to my breasts. “I let myself in.”
“Isn’t that too bold of you?”
“Sometimes, I can’t stand being apart from you.”
Oh, so he’s gonna be all sweet now, huh? I chuckle, but my heart tightens nevertheless, beating faster from his words. No matter how tough my life has taught me to be, I like feeling loved and cared for, and…ah, I swear to god, Louis knows his way around me-and finally, I’m ready to let my guard down.
As Louis leaves a line of kisses down my neck, I writhe and push myself closer to him, wordlessly asking for more. He slides his arm under my neck and around my shoulders, tightening his hold on me, while his other hand slides down my stomach. Ah, he’s gonna touch me, and my whole body tightens up in anticipation.
“Is this okay?” Louis murmurs, and I can’t help a shaky sigh when I feel his hand slide between my thighs.
He takes it as a yes and pushes further, and I instinctively part my legs to let him caress me. He doesn’t hurry, teasing me at first, and I push back against him and try to wiggle, but his hold is too strong to give me any space. Our size difference is so obvious in bed, but that’s what I like about us.
I like being handled with strength and confidence, and Louis learned that a long time ago.
But even as he pins me against himself, I tremble and feel the urge to move against his fingers when he finally slides them inside. I hum through sealed lips and mindlessly shake my head, rubbing myself against him in my desire for friction. Louis groans in response as I press against his erection, and we both tremble from the wave of pleasure that runs between us.
“God, I can’t-” Louis murmurs into my ear, and before I know it he’s pushing me onto my stomach, almost pinning me against the sheets with his weight. His fingers are still rubbing me, and I let out a choked moan into the sheets.
Exhilaration runs through my veins as I feel powerless and trapped under his body, unable to escape the torture of pleasure. I shut my eyes tighter and shiver when Louis pushes his fingers deeper for the last time before sliding both of his hands to my wrists. He grabs them tightly and forces them up, pressing against the pillows above my head and taking away the last chance to control myself.
“Are you ready, baby?” Louis breathes into my ear, holding my wrists with one big palm and readjusting my position with the other, and I nod.
God, I feel so hot, I feel so good, and when he lines himself up and pushes inside, it’s as if every sensation bursts in my body. I moan and arch my back, pushing myself up to take him deeper. Yes, god, yes. I turn my head to the side and part my lips in stifled cries of pleasure, feeling Louis’s lips on the side of my face.
“You’re gorgeous, baby, ah, I missed this so much,” he whispers frantically, thrusting faster and deeper, and I can only push my head against the pillows and whimper in the throes of pleasure.
It doesn’t take long till he flips me over, pushes my knee up for a better angle, and I cry out, arching and shivering again. There’s sweat gathering on my temples and under my back, the air cooling down on my heated skin, but none of it matters. Every other sensation drowns in the sweet push and pull of our bodies, and my mind completely wipes out when Louis slides his hand between my legs and starts rubbing me again.
Sparkles go off under my closed eyelids, and I shut my eyes tighter, trembling from every touch of his fingers and every thrust deep inside of me. Ah, shit, I’m close, I’m getting close! Louis feels it as well and places his palm on my throat, keeping me in one place as he picks up the pace of his thrusts and, with the last few strokes, pushes me over the edge.
My whole body shudders and writhes underneath him, but Louis doesn’t let me go. His hands keep my body still, forcing me to take him, and I gasp for breath and dig my fingers into his back, begging him to keep going.
Even in the post-orgasmic glow, it feels so good to just have him deep inside that I let Louis take his time. I can feel in his grunts and frantic thrusts that he’s close, but the pleasure of being one is too big to let go. But he can’t go on forever, so soon he pushes my legs apart and leans in, capturing my lips in a kiss.
I know this position is his favorite, so I wrap my legs around his back, cling to his shoulders, and kiss him back, pushing myself up to let him thrust deeper. As soon as I do this, I feel the shiver running through his frame, his thighs losing rhythm, and with a few deep and powerful thrusts, Louis finally reaches his peak.
Oh god, how could I deny myself this for a whole month?
I chuckle, the sound scratching my throat, and lean back onto the sheets, relaxing my grip on Louis’s shoulders. He lingers on top of me, catching his breath and nuzzling my neck, and I can’t help but giggle. It feels so nice, and I feel euphoria building up in my chest.
I tighten my grip on Louis, clinging to him with my arms and legs, and he laughs and holds me back, rolling us to the side. His lips find my face, his hand squeezes my shoulder, and the feeling of being loved overwhelms me when I look into his smiling eyes.
“Hey,” Louis murmurs with a grin, and I giggle.
“Hey.”
“Do you know what I’m thinking?” He strokes my cheek with his thumb, and I hum and shake my head slightly, leaning into the touch. “We are married.”
“Yeah.” I chuckle and quirk an eyebrow, automatically stroking the wedding ring on my finger. “I know.”
“So maybe we should do this more often.”
Louis looks at me innocently, and I can’t help but laugh, tightening my hold on him. God, it’s been nine years since everything felt so right. Happiness fills me to the brink, and I push myself closer to him and hide my face in his neck.
“Okay.” I hum with a smile on my lips, closing my eyes. “Sounds good.”
“Good,” Louis repeats quietly, and I feel his arms wrap closer around me. It makes me feel so safe and cared for that I breathe out and relax completely in his hold.
“Hey,” I say this time, mumbling into the skin of his shoulder, and
Louis hums and strokes my back. “You know…I think I love you.”
His heartbeat under my palm immediately picks up its pace, and Louis tightens his embrace so hard it hurts a little in my joints. But if that’s the strength of his feelings, I’m ready to take it. Finally, Louis relaxes his hold enough to let me breathe, presses a kiss to my hair, and lets out a deep sigh.
“God, I love you so much. I will never leave you again.”
And this time, something tells me that he means it, so I smile and allow myself to fall asleep in his arms.