“Why do you call me that?”
The words are whispered against my mouth, but her eyes are on mine. Kissing the corner of her mouth, and then her cheek, I move up to her temple, pressing my lips there, too, before making my way back to her lips.
“Why do I call you what? Louise?”
She nods. Hands sliding up my back, her fingers curl into the longer hair on the back of my head, threading through the strands slowly, soothingly. I fucking love the way she touches me.
“Everyone calls me Lou.”
“I know.” I search her eyes with my own as I whisper, “I… I wanted to be different than everyone else. I’m a selfish bastard that way.”
“It sounds different coming off your tongue,” she whispers back, her lips tilting at the corners with a smile.
Fuck, that dimple is there, at the corner of her mouth. The one I’ve been wanting to taste.
So I do.
I’m also growing hard again where I’m still buried inside her. Shifting my hips slightly, I push back in deeper and her little whimper and the way her head tosses back against the bedding has me losing my mind all over again.
“It’s a beautiful name,” I murmur against her skin. “And you better not let any other man call you that. It’s mine to use.”
“It’s my name, Zach. I can’t force anyone not to call me by my name just because you’re a bossy, grumpy—”
“Keep talking,Louise, and I’ll give this ass another swat,” I warn, lowering my voice to a growl. “Do you not enjoy sitting? Because I can arrange that.”
Her hips undulate against mine, taking my hardening cock deeper still, and we groan together.
“You like that, don’t you? When I tell you how I want to mark this ass up with my hands?” I ask, rocking against her. She nods, her breaths coming out in soft, rapid puffs against my face. She’s so fucking beautiful. Long, golden blond hair draped over my bedding. I want to wrap it in my fist and hold her still while I enact every wicked, delicious thing I’ve been fantasizing about for weeks. “God, Louise, you make me so fucking hard. What do you do to me?”
Rolling, I bring her with me until I’m flat on my back, her above me. She gasps, her hands finding purchase on my chest as she sits astride me. “Oh god,” she whimpers, her inner musclesclamping down tight around me. I’m so deep inside, there’s no room for anything else. “Zach.”
Her hair falls in waves over her shoulders, cascading over the most perfect breasts I’ve ever seen in my life to her waist, the thick strands being kissed by the moonlight filtering through the window.
Reaching up, I run my fingers through it, and when she tips her head back as she starts to ride my cock, the ends of it brush against my thighs, the sensation doing me in. Clasping my hands around the swell of her hips, fingers sinking into the softness of her skin, I guide her movements.
Leaning forward, she grasps the top rung of the metal headboard above my head with one hand, her other hand going between our bodies. Her fingers find that little bud between her thighs, circling it.
“Oh fuck, yes, Louise. Good girl. Take what you need, Princess. Because you’re going to give me at least two more.” Bucking up into her, she gasps, her head rolling back. “We’ll start with two. But I want more than that.”
She nods frantically, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, brows pulled together. “Zach. Right there—”
I wouldn’t dream of stopping. Of changing anything in this moment, that would keep her from coming for me. Her thighs work on either side of my hips as she rides me, finding her rhythm, and then I’m the one groaning through the orgasm that explodes through her, every spasm of her inner muscles pulling me toward my own release.
She’s so fucking pretty like this. Head thrown back, throat arched and mouth falling open in a silent cry, my girl comes so goddamn beautifully.
My girl.
Fuck.
Wrapping my arms around her, I haul her down to me, stealing her mouth with mine to taste my name as it falls from her lips over and over again.
It tastes like a promise. One I know I don’t deserve.
“Hold on, Princess,” I groan, bucking my hips upward into her again and again. Fuck, I’m going to come already. “Come with me. Please, baby. Let me feel it—”
Dropping her forehead to mine, I hold on tight to her as she detonates for a second time, her entire body shaking and trembling, and I lose the battle with my own orgasm.
I smooth her hair away from her face with trembling fingers, both of us breathless and hearts pounding. We stay just like this for long, quiet minutes in the darkness.
