“It feels so good,” I whisper, and my voice sounds wrecked already.
Breathless moans escape me, and they only encourage him. I rock against his face, chasing the feeling, needing more as my fingers grip the edge of the table. The orgasm builds too fast. Right when I feel like I’m going to lose all control, he slows down.
“Mmm. You belong to me, Addison.”
“As long as you’ll have me,” I say.
“Until my last breath.” He says the statement like it’s a fact.
I belong to him, and right now, with his mouth on me and his fingers inside me, I believe it.
Louis keeps me suspended on the edge until my body shakes with anticipation. We both know he’s in control. He’ll decide when I come.
“Please.” I’m not above begging, not when he’s looking up at me from between my thighs.
His blue eyes are drunk with desire. When he finally releases, my back arches off the table.
“Louis, fuck,” I say in a hushed tone as I come apart. I keep quiet as best as I can.
No one in my life has ever felt this inevitable.
“Mmm. You taste so good.” He slides his tongue in and out of me until the aftershocks fade.
He pulls away, still looking at me with hungry eyes. I look up at him, shyness on my face, even though I’m sprawled across his table with my dress bunched around my waist.
“Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. What a fucking sight to see. I think this is how I want you every morning.”
“I want you inside me. Now,” I whisper, seeing how hard he is, straining against his pants. “I need this as much as you.”
He’s already unbuckling his belt, and I watch him free himself. The sight of him makes me ache to be filled.
“Turn around,” he says. “Ass up.”
I slide off the table and turn around, bracing my hands on the polished wood as he steps behind me. His hand runs down my spine, and I breathe out. The position is vulnerable, and I love the way my body responds to him without hesitation.
He pushes my dress over my hips, and I glance at him over my shoulder. Seconds later, he slides inside me with one slow thrust, and I have to press my mouth against my arm to muffle the sound that escapes. He stretches me, and for a moment, neither of us moves.
This is what I’ve been missing, not just the sex, but this feeling of being utterly claimed by someone who sees and wants all of me. It’s the certainty that I belong with him, even when everything around us is chaos.
“Quiet,” he reminds me.
He starts to move, one hand gripping my hip while the other tugs at my hair. The angle is perfect, hitting a spot deep inside me. With everythrust, I steady myself by pressing my palms flat against the cool wood. Louis drives into me like he’s claiming me.
We find a rhythm together, and I push back to meet him, wanting more. The table creaks beneath us, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I’m aware that this piece of furniture is probably older than America.
“You’re getting close again, aren’t you?” he asks against my ear, leaning over me to press his lips to my shoulder.
“Yes,” I hiss.
“Let go for me.”
I turn my head to find his mouth while he fucks me. It’s messy and desperate and everything I’ve desired. He shifts his angle, and I see stars. My entire body clenches tight as the orgasm tears through me. He groans and buries himself deep as he pulses inside me. The warmth of him spills into me, claiming me from the inside. Desperate moans come from his mouth as he kisses that spot below my ear that I love so much.
“I don’t ever want to be away from you again,” he whispers against my skin.
I laugh breathlessly. “I love the sound of that.”
He presses a kiss on the back of my head before pulling out. I feel him drip down my thigh. Without hesitation, he reaches into his pocket. I turn around as he slides a handkerchief with his initials embroidered in the corner to clean me up. The gesture is tender and caring.
