“You look—” His voice catches as I swirl my tongue around the head. “Damn.You look incredible, worshipping me like this.”
I glance up at him through my lashes, and his expression nearly undoes me. His eyes are dark and glassy, firelight dancing across his face. He looks like he’s mine.
I take him deeper, setting a rhythm, and his hips jerk forward.
His hand tightens in my hair. “Wait.”
I pull back, dragging my tongue along his length as I go, watching him shudder.
“You’re trying to make me come,” he says, breathless.
“Maybe.” I press a kiss to his hip bone. “But not yet. Not until you’re inside me.”
He meets me back on the couch, and his mouth crashes into mine. I taste myself on his tongue, and it makes everything hotter. His hands grip my hips as he presses my back against the velvet.
I forget how to breathe.
Louis pushes some hair from my face, and I notice the serious expression he’s wearing. For a moment, neither of us moves, but my heart races in my chest.
“I don’t know what happens after tonight, but I’m choosing you.”
My throat tightens, and my emotions take over. With watery eyes, I lean up and kiss him. “I choose you too.”
Once the words leave my mouth, he immediately relaxes.
“Look at me,” he says, and I do.
His eyes are dark in the firelight, but I can see everything in them. Want, fear, hope, and love so raw that it makes my chest ache.
“Okay?” he whispers.
“Perfect.” I wrap my legs around his hips and pull him deeper.
His soft groans in my ear make me ache for more. He sets a rhythm like he’s carving himself into me.
“You. Feel. Incredible,” he breathes out.
“More,” I whisper, feeling the orgasm beginning to build.
His hips buck a little harder, and I meet him stroke for stroke. The couch creaks beneath us, and I laugh against his mouth.
“We’re going to break this thing,” I whisper.
“It’s survived several romps, I’m sure.”
He grins and thrusts deeper, and my laugh turns into a moan. His hand slips under my hip, tilting me so he can hit that spot that makes me cry out.
“Shit.”
“Right there?” he asks.
“Yes. Yes. So close.”
He keeps driving into me again and again while his mouth finds my neck, my jaw, my lips.
“I’ve never thought I’d be so willing to give up everything and still have more than enough. It’s all because of you.”
“Louis.” His name is all I can manage.
