One of her hands immediately wraps around the back of my head, pulling me closer to her, deeper against her core. She lifts her hips, begging for more, opening for more. I fucking love it. Her inhibitions disappear when we’re together and it’s fucking gorgeous.
Lifting my eyes to look at her, she’s got her back and neck arched as she feels my tongue against her clit. I consume her, loving the way she trusts me, the way all of the other shit disappears when she’s beneath me.
I can feel her body tremble as my tongue works her, harder, faster. “Yes,” she cries into the silent room.
Growling, I move faster and harder, slipping two fingers inside of her and curling them. Her fingernails dig into my neck before her entire body locks up solid and she lets out a long, deep moan.
I don’t stop. I continue to eat her, to lap her release with my tongue. Only when her body stops trembling, ceasing to twitch, do I lift my face from the sweet spot between her legs.
“Louie,” she breathes, her lips twitching into an effortless smile.
Standing to my feet, I grasp the hem of her sweater and smile when she lifts her arms and helps me take the bulky fabric off of her slim body.
“We’re talking about everything after this, Tullie. But fuck, I have to be inside of you right now.”
She nods, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip. “I need that,” she exhales.
I undress, tossing my clothes around the room while she takes off the sparkly little top she wore on stage and exposes her entire body to me. Reaching for my cock, I wrap my fingers around my length and slowly stroke myself at the sight of her.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Tulip, you know that?”
Tulip sits up, her fingers reaching out and she traces my abs, causing my muscles to twitch at the feel of her delicate touch against my body.
“It’s you, Louis,” she breathes before she lifts her gaze up to meet mine. “You’re the gorgeous one. Not just on the outside, but inside too. I could never compare to you.”
Shaking my head once, I release my hold on my cock and close the small distance between us. Wrapping my hands around her hips, I pick her up. She hooks her legs around my waist as I turn us so that we’re both lying on the bed.
Resting her head against the pillows, I look down at her as she releases her legs from me and opens wide.
My hips fit perfect between her thighs, my cock resting against her warm wet center. Placing my forearms next to her head, I’m careful not to apply any of my body weight against her small frame.
Shifting my hips, she lifts hers and I groan as I slowly sink inside of her tight heat. She’s so fucking warm and wet, so goddamn perfect. Careful not to just slam home, I keep my eyes focused on her face, waiting to see if I’m hurting her.
“I need all of you, Louis, don’t hold back,” she begs as if she can read my fucking mind.
“Tulip,” I warn.
She shakes her head, opening her eyes to look into my own. “Trust me, Louis. I know what I can take, what I need, and it’s for you to fill me completely full.”
Chapter Six
TULIP
Louis’ gaze is focused on me and nowhere else. Those green eyes render me frozen as he fills me, stretches me and roots himself so deeply inside of me, that I wonder if he’ll ever be able to leave, I hope not. I want him to stay here always.
“Fuck,” he breathes.
Dipping his chin, his lips gently brush mine in a barely there kiss. Lifting my hips, I wrap my legs around his waist and squeeze my thighs. He lets out a deep groan, his eyes closing as his lips slightly part.
“Give me everything,” I whisper.
He shakes his head once. “You’re not ready, Tullie,” he rasps as his eyes slowly open and his gaze refocuses on me.
I watch as he gulps, his throat moving with the motion and I want nothing more than to lick his skin there. Raking my nails up his back, I scratch his smooth skin, waiting, hoping that he’ll unleash the part of him that I know he has pent up inside. I want the strong wild man that’s there, the one who owned me all those months ago.
Slowly, he pulls out of me, almost to the tip before he sinks back inside. He repeats the move, his eyes still focused completely on me. He does it again, and again, working me up, building me up until I feel like I’m going to burst again. But it’s just not enough. I need more and judging by the grin playing on his lips, he knows.
He lifts one of his hands and slides his finger down the side of my face before he cradles the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair as he shifts to his knees for leverage and a bit of a different angle.
“God,” I moan.
He chuckles. “Yeah, Tullie. God.”
“More,” I beg.
Louis shakes his head. “Sorry, baby. Taking my time with you tonight. Missed this.”
Growling, I scratch down his back a bit harder, but it doesn’t make him go any harder or any faster. It only makes him chuckle. Those green eyes twinkle down at me and his fingers flex in my hair.
After a few moments, I watch as sweat gathers on his forehead and I know that he’s in the same predicament as me. Licking my lips, I lift my head slightly and for the first time, I initiate a kiss between us.
Slipping my tongue into his surprised mouth, I taste him. He grunts, but his movements speed up, deliciously. His fingers tighten in my hair as he grinds down against me with each stroke of his cock.
I’m so close that I whimper in his mouth, my body starts to tremble and I can’t believe that I’m going to come again. Ripping my face from his, I let out a cry as I do just that. My arms and legs tighten, squeezing around him and it must be what breaks his control.
I feel his hand tug my neck back and then it happens. He fucks me. It’s hard and fast, so hard that I feel like I’m going to split in two with just the sheer power from his hips. I can do nothing but watch the beauty that is Louis Kingston as he searches for, then finds, his release.
Panting, he looks down at me just after he’s not only roared down the house but also filled me with his cum. He shakes his head, sweat beads flying around. Slipping my hand from his back, I reach between us and slide my hand down his sweat-soaked chest. It’s so incredibly sexy. I did this to him—me.
“Tullie,” he rasps.
“Is it always this good for you?” I ask.
He tilts his head to the side, his cock still twitching inside of me. “Orgasms are always good, baby, but this is different,” he attempts to explain as he shifts away from me. I want to reach back and demand that he fill me again, but I don’t.
I watch as he flops down on his back next to me. I’m suddenly very aware of my nudity and the fact that he didn’t use a condom. Reaching for the blanket at the end of the bed with my toe, I try really hard to grip it so that I can cover myself.
The bed starts to shake, so I turn my head to look over at Louis who is on his side, his arms cocked and his hand cradling his head as he watches me, a huge shit-eating grin on his face.
“What the fuck are you doin’?” he asks between bouts of laughter.
“Trying to covertly cover myself,” I say.
He starts to laugh again, then he flops onto his back and reaches for me, hauling me over to his side. My arms flail around before my body is plastered to his side and his arms are wrapped around me, keeping me still and close to his side.