Chapter 22
Chapter
Twenty-Two
LUKE
O bviously, I’m not about to let Louisa get a cab home. Don’t get me wrong, I am kind of tired and I would be happy to stay here and drift off to sleep, but I only really said that to try and talk her into staying the night. I’m not about to beg her to stay though, and I sit up and push the comforter back.
“I’m serious,” Louisa says. “I really don’t mind getting a cab.”
I love that she really is serious, and I feel like if I said ‘ok then’ she wouldn’t hold it against me like some girls would. Knowing that makes me even less likely to let it happen though.
“I know you don’t mind, but I would mind,” I say, and she stops arguing with me and continues putting her clothes on. I watch for a moment and although I much prefer them coming off, it’s still a nice enough show. When she’s dressed, I get up and go to my wardrobe and pull on a pair of jeans and a t shirt. I don’t bother with underwear or socks or anything. It’s not like I’m going to need them.
“Ready?” I ask and Louisa nods her head.
She has all of her clothes back on and she’s got her purse and her laptop bag in her hand. I lead her to the door and stop to grab my keys and then we step out into the hallway, and I lock my front door. We go down the stairs and out the back door into the attached parking lot. I wait a moment to make sure the door engages and then we walk to my car. I unlock the car, and we get in and Louisa gives me her address which I put in my GPS. It’s not a long drive to her place. It’s not one of the nicer areas of the city, but it’s far from being one of the worst and when I pull up outside of her building, I see it looks fairly new and clean and nice.
“Thanks,” Louisa says as I kill the engine.
“I’ll walk you up,” I say.
She nods her head, and we get out of the car. She unlocks the door, and we go up a single flight of stairs and then to her apartment.
“This is me,” she says, stopping outside of a door marked with a number five.
I lean down and kiss her, and she moves closer against me. My body responds to her kiss, and I can’t help but deepen my kiss. Louisa gently pulls back, and I think she is going to say this was a mistake again. I won’t let her do that this time. I warned her that if we fucked, she was mine and we fucked. She doesn’t say we’re a mistake though.
“Why don’t you come in?” she says, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she looks at me. Her skin is flushed, and she looks like a porcelain doll. “You know for coffee?”
I give a breathy laugh at the last part and nod. Louisa turns in my arms and unlocks her apartment door with the key she still has out. I release her and we go inside, and she puts her keys on a small hook beside the door, followed by her laptop bag, her purse and her jacket which all go on larger hooks beside a couple of other coats.
“Do you have a roommate?” I ask, nodding towards the coats.
“No, they’re mine,” Louisa replies.
She kicks her shoes off and leads me to the living room.
“Sit down while I put the coffee on,” she says.
“I think we both know it’s not coffee I came in for,” I say, and she flushes again and nods.
“The bedroom is the second door on the left,” she says, pointing back out into the hallway we have just left. “I won’t be a minute.”
She opens the door opposite the living room door, and I see a glimpse of a small but neat kitchen before I head to the door she mentioned. I hear the tap run and I figure she’s having a drink of water or something. I open her bedroom door and go inside.
It’s very different to my room. While I hesitate to use the word messy, there is certainly a lot of clutter. I look around and confirm it’s definitely not messy. It’s her makeup and hair and skin products and all that kind of thing, but the fact they are all on display just looks like clutter to me.
Again, the room is very clean though and other than the messy dressing table, everything else is neat enough. Her bed is made nicely and beside it is a bedside cabinet with a book with a book mark sticking out of it. I glance down at the book title, expecting something romantic and girly. I grin at how wrong I am. She’s reading the latest Stephen King book and judging by where her bookmark is, she’s pretty far in.
I stop thinking about Louisa’s partially read book or her cluttered dressing table when she walks into the room. She isn’t messing about. She closes the door and as she walks towards me, she pulls her dress off over her head and throws it on the ground. Her bra and panties follow, and I take the hint and get up and take my t shirt off. Before I can start on my jeans, Louisa is there, and she undoes my button and my zipper and pushes the jeans down. I get my feet out of them when they fall down around my ankles and kick them away and then Louisa pushes me back down on the bed and gets on herself, straddling me. I scoot back a bit, and she follows and then she sits astride me, her already wet pussy on my rock hard cock.
She moves her hips a bit and my cock slides through her slit and I can’t wait any longer. I grab her hips ready to flip her over, but she lifts herself slightly and reaches behind her body and takes hold of my cock. I let her do her thing as she lines it up with her opening and lowers herself back down onto me, impaling herself on my cock.
She takes my full length into her and moans and then she starts to move up and down on me. She moves slowly, teasing and tantalizing me. She is lovely and tight and every now and again, she tightens her pussy further, flexing the muscles there and enveloping me in an even tighter glove of warmth and wetness.
She glides up and down me and then she ups the pace, and I watch her, mesmerized, as her small breasts bounce up and down in time with her movements. She comes up and moves back down, but this time, instead of taking my full length, she concentrates her movements on the tip of my cock, using it to tease us both. I know I’m rubbing on her g spot by the way she bares down for a moment before she relaxes once more, and although I want to plunge all the way inside of her again, I must admit what she is doing feels good. There is no reprieve from the sensation of pleasure she is bringing to me as she moves faster again.
She throws her head back and I can see the tendons standing out in her neck as she comes hard. She is still doing her little up and down movement as she comes and I feel her pussy twitching around me and it is almost too much to take, but I hold myself back from coming. I don’t want this to be over yet.
Louisa’s head comes back up and she bites on her lower lip and smiles at me. Her face and chest are pink, and her eyes are wide, and she looks so damned delicious. I reach for her hips and take them in my hands and as I do, she pushes herself all of the way down, taking me fully inside of her again.
I’m unleashed and I keep a grip on her hips, using my hands to move her up and down on me. When I can’t take it any longer, I push all of the way inside of her and hold her still on me and I come hard. I make an animalistic sounding growling noise as I come, and I see a shudder of pleasure go through Louisa as I do it. I spurt into her, enjoying the pleasure that shoots through my cock and balls and into my stomach and then I slip out of her.
She smiles down at me again and then she climbs off me and lays down beside me. I remain on my back and Louisa lays on her side facing me. I put my arm out and she rests her head on my shoulder, and I wrap my arm around her shoulders. She puts her hand flat on my stomach and traces a little circle shape with one finger nail.
We lay like that for a time, content and sated and getting our breaths back. I could happily lay here all night, but I know I have to respect Louisa’s boundaries and if she doesn’t want to spend the night with me, I won’t force myself onto her.
“Do you want me to go?” I ask.
She shakes her head.
“No,” she says, snuggling closer to me.
I’m confused now. I really thought she wanted to leave my place because she wasn’t sure how she felt about us being together, but she seems happy enough for us to be together here. God does my apartment have some sort of smell or something like that? Something I haven’t noticed that has given Louisa the ick? I feel as she’s reading my thoughts as she speaks up without any further prompting from me.
“I didn’t really want to leave your place, but I needed to come home and take my birth control pill,” she says.
I relax and let out a soft laugh. So, she never wanted to get away from me then. Now I’m even more glad I didn’t let her get a cab. I would have spent the whole night thinking she didn’t want this when really, she just doesn’t want to get pregnant the first time she sleeps with me.
“I think maybe you should keep it in your purse from now on,” I say.
“Deal,” Louisa agrees.