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We spend the rest of the afternoon together, eating pizza and watching Misha’s favorite movies. And later when Louis takes a seat next to me on the couch, I don’t move away, letting him wrap an arm around my shoulders and ignoring the sparkles of heat in my belly. But by the evening, the exhaustion of the morning seems to take over all of us, and before Misha and Louis pass out in the living room, I shoo both of them upstairs.
I can’t help but laugh when Louis pretends to be too tired to walk and wraps his arms around me, leaning on me with his weight. The heat of his breath and the closeness of his body create a wave of desire so strong I feel the heat of it on my cheeks—but Misha is here, laughing at Louis’s antics, so I can only push him away and huff.
“You’re a big boy, Louis. I’m sure you can put yourself to bed.”
With some dramatic sighs and grunting, Louis does go to his bedroom while I take Misha to his own. Despite his bright mood, I know Misha isn’t ready to stay on his own, and the way he tenses up when I turn off the light only proves it. So I read a pirate story to distract his thoughts, and eventually his grip on my hands relaxes.
“Mom,” he calls me quietly when I put the book away and get ready to leave.
“Yes, teddy bear?” I turn back to him and stroke his hair, smiling when I see him close his eyes and tighten his grip on the pillow.
“I like it here. I don’t want to leave Louis.”
Oh. I forgot that I had told him about my plans to leave soon—as soon as I could kill Louis. God, how much has changed in just two days, huh? My heart tightens with a rush of affection, and I stroke Misha’s cheek and press a kiss to his temple.
“We won’t leave, I promise.”
With that, Misha breathes out and relaxes his shoulders, and I wait for his breathing to turn deep and steady before walking out of his room. Yeah, who would’ve thought that things would go this way? I huff under my breath, and my gaze automatically darts to the door of Louis's bedroom.
Ah, damn it. The memories of our wedding night flash in my mind, and my body reacts to them with a wave of heat. Aren’t we like…officially together now? I linger in the middle of the hallway, hesitating. Can I go in there and, I don’t know, let him take me in whatever way he wants?
The thought makes me tighten from inside, but—
Damn it. I’m being stupid. Louis was clearly so sleepy in the living room, and here I am, thinking about waking him up and demanding to have sex. Besides, we haven’t really talked things through. I mean, Louis confessed to me and all that, but…ah, I don’t know!
My thoughts turn into a mess, and in the end, I turn around on my heels and storm to my own room. I feel like a teenager, or no, even worse than that! Because when I was nineteen and met Louis for the first time, I knew very well who he was and I refused to pine for him like that. But now, I’m almost thirty, yet I feel even more awkward than before.
I drop onto my bed, gather the pillow in my arms, and huff into it. Whatever. Why am I even thinking about this? We aremarried, so we have all the time in the world to sleep together again. But no matter how many times I tell myself this, I keep thinking about Louis until my mind finally drifts to sleep.
When I wake up, at first I feel like I’m still in the midst of my lewd dreams. I feel the warmth of Louis’s touches, his palm sliding up and down my waist, and I instinctively lean back and into his embrace. My body is so hot and tight after my dreams that I release a whine, still keeping my eyes closed. God, why does it feel so good?
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” I hear Louis whisper all of a sudden, and only then does my mind catch up with the present. Wait, so it’s all real?
I take a deep breath and blink my eyes open, still dizzy from the waves of sleepiness and desire. My room is still dark with only a hint of gray light behind the curtains. It looks like an extremely early morning, and my mind refuses to wake up fully. Besides, it’s so warm and cozy under the blankets, with Louis’s body pressed to me, that I sigh and relax under his touches.
“How did you get here?” I ask casually, as if I can’t feel his erection against my thigh as soon as I lean back on him. The sensation only adds fire to my growing desire, and I push my head back, allowing Louis’s lips to find my neck.
“The door was open,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss under my ear and sliding his hand over my stomach and to my breasts. “I let myself in.”
“Isn’t that too bold of you?”
“Sometimes, I can’t stand being apart from you.”
Oh, so he’s gonna be all sweet now, huh? I chuckle, but my heart tightens nevertheless, beating faster from his words. No matter how tough my life has taught me to be, I like feeling loved and cared for, and…ah, I swear to god, Louis knows his way around me—and finally, I’m ready to let my guard down.
As Louis leaves a line of kisses down my neck, I writhe and push myself closer to him, wordlessly asking for more. He slides his arm under my neck and around my shoulders, tightening his hold on me, while his other hand slides down my stomach. Ah, he’s gonna touch me, and my whole body tightens up in anticipation.
“Is this okay?” Louis murmurs, and I can’t help a shaky sigh when I feel his hand slide between my thighs.
He takes it as a yes and pushes further, and I instinctively part my legs to let him caress me. He doesn’t hurry, teasing me at first, and I push back against him and try to wiggle, but his hold is too strong to give me any space. Our size difference is so obvious in bed, but that’s what I like about us.
I like being handled with strength and confidence, and Louis learned that a long time ago.
But even as he pins me against himself, I tremble and feel the urge to move against his fingers when he finally slides them inside. I hum through sealed lips and mindlessly shake my head, rubbing myself against him in my desire for friction. Louis groans in response as I press against his erection, and we both tremble from the wave of pleasure that runs between us.
“God, I can’t—” Louis murmurs into my ear, and before I know it he’s pushing me onto my stomach, almost pinning me against the sheets with his weight. His fingers are still rubbing me, and I let out a choked moan into the sheets.
Exhilaration runs through my veins as I feel powerless and trapped under his body, unable to escape the torture of pleasure. I shut my eyes tighter and shiver when Louis pushes his fingers deeper for the last time before sliding both of his hands to my wrists. He grabs them tightly and forces them up, pressing against the pillows above my head and taking away the last chance to control myself.
