“I wish that I was a stronger person, but I’m trying.”
Lifting my head off of hers, I press my mouth to the center of her forehead. “You’re so fucking strong. Swear to shit, baby.”
“I don’t feel that way,” she sighs.
“You are.”
Pressing my lips to hers, I fill her doubting mouth with my tongue and taste her. Rolling my tongue in her mouth, the taste of her fills me, and I moan.
Her fingers wrap around my shoulders and she squeezes, holding on to me. I feel her soft tits press against my chest, her nipples poking through the fabric of both of our shirts.
Sliding my hand down her side, around her back and slipping it beneath her sweats, I grab ahold of her ass. I swallow her gasp, picking her up and walk her over to the bed. I don’t put her on the mattress though, instead, I set her feet down on the floor.
Taking a step back from her, I reach behind my neck, grabbing ahold of my shirt between my shoulders and pull it off before tossing it to the side. Reaching for her, I wrap my hands around her hips, fisting the overly baggy sweats of mine she’s wearing and I wrench them down her legs.
“Louis,” she breathes.
“Fucking you in my shirt, Tulip. Reminding you that you’re alive, you’re strong and you’re mine.”
Before I can make another move, she grasps her fingers around my wrist and pulls my hand forward, guiding it between her legs. I cup her warm pussy, my eyes focused on hers, not leaving her gorgeous face.
I watch as her lips part when I grind my palm against her clit. She widens her stand, opening her legs more, her tongue peeking out to wet her dry lips. Shifting my hand, I slip two fingers inside of her. Her breath comes out in a trembling exhale.
It seems like such a juvenile thing, fingering my girl in the middle of a bedroom. Maybe I should be doing more, flipping her over and fucking her with every ounce of my strength on each thrust. But this right here, this almost innocent moment between us, it’s sexy as shit and I can’t even see an ounce of her naked flesh because the shirt she’s wearing hangs down to the middle of her thighs.
Taking a step forward, my breathing starts to come out in pants as I pump my fingers in and out of her warmth. Lowering my head, I touch my mouth to hers, but I don’t kiss her. I just take her breath as she exhales, swallowing it down.
Lifting my hand, I cup the back of her head, slipping my fingers between the strands of her hair and gripping her gently. “Ride my hand,” I breathe. “I want you to find your release.”
She shakes her head slightly, but my fingers flex in her hair, keeping her head still. Slipping my tongue out, I trace her lips, tasting her soft plump flesh as my fingers continue to work between her legs, her clit grinding against my palm with each roll of her hips.
“Louis, please, I can’t, not without you.”
Smiling against her lips, I chuckle softly. “Yeah, you can. Use me, Tulip. This is about you finding what you need and taking it, even if that’s an orgasm.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders and I welcome the sensation. This is her strength coming through. She’s not thrilled at me encouraging her to come like this. It doesn’t matter. She wants this and she needs to take it, she needs to own it.
She’s close, her hips jerk as pushes against my fingers, grinding down against my palm and I can do nothing but watch in awe, swallowing her sweet sounds as she climbs higher and higher toward her release.
My cock aches with the need to be inside of her, but this isn’t about the pure act of sex, this is about so much more.
“Oh my God,” she cries before her head falls back.
Leaning forward, I touch my mouth to the center of her neck as her thighs begin to shake and then it happens. Her pussy clamps down around my fingers and I feel her release coat my hand.
Licking and sucking the column of her neck, I grin as she rides out her orgasm, listening to the little hitches in her voice each time her sensitive clit slides along my hand.
Her knees eventually give out and only then do I release my hand from between her legs and scoop her into my arms.
TULIP
I want him to take his shorts off and slip inside of me after he gently places me on the bed, but he doesn’t. Louis slides into bed next to me, his body turned toward mine and his eyes on me. Turning my head to the side, I lick my lips, attempting to gain the courage to ask him the question that’s on my mind.
“Aren’t we going to…”
He shakes his head, then he’s lifting his hand and I suck in a breath when I feel his fingers trace my lips. Grinning, he leans forward and brushes his lips alongside my own.
“I want to teach you some techniques. If you don’t want me to do it, then let Aaron,” he states.
Blinking, my brows furrow as I try to imagine just what he’s talking about. I have no desire to box. It’s not for me at all. “I don’t want to box,” I say. “I know you love it, and you’re hot when you do it, but it’s really not for me.”
Louis’ lips break out into a huge smile and I watch as he laughs, beautifully. “Not box, baby. Self-defense.”
My good mood, my post-orgasmic high completely leaves me at his words. My entire body freezes. I think about pushing him away as thoughts of Silas immediately fill my head. Louis wraps me in his arms, pulling me close against his chest.
My arms are trapped between us and I try to push away, but he doesn’t let me go anywhere. I just want to go, run, hide from the images of Silas in my head, but Louis isn’t letting me.
“Stop,” he barks, his tone harsh.
My entire body freezes and I slowly bring my eyes up to meet his. His green gaze is dark, his nostrils flared and he looks pissed off, but I know that he’s not mad at me. He’s angry because we even have to have these conversations and maybe if I was stronger, we wouldn’t, but the fact is that I’m simply not.
“As soon as you said it, all I could see was Silas,” I whisper.
Louis’ arms loosen just a touch, but not enough that I could get out of them, even if I tried. His eyes have me completely frozen. I can’t move, but I’m not sure that I want to either.
“He doesn’t belong here, Tulip. This is your safe place and he’s not fucking allowed to enter it after tonight, yeah?”
I nod my head once in more of a jerk than anything else.
“Yeah, okay,” I whisper.
He dips his chin down, his face moving even closer to mine. “Self-defense isn’t for him, either,” he says. “That’s for you. It’s so you always feel safe. I could take you to the range, get you certified to carry concealed, but you won’t always have a piece available. Your body is the greatest weapon you can carry, baby.”
Pressing my lips together, I try to keep from crying all over again. I’m so sick and tired of crying. I just want to be better, to be stronger already.
Nodding my head, I don’t shift my gaze from his. “Okay, Louie. Okay,” I agree.
His lips twitch into a grin. “Yeah, as soon as this fight’s over, that’s our focus.”
“Okay.”
Deciding that talking time is over, I lean forward and press my lips to his. Sliding my tongue inside of his warm mouth, I take from him. I taste him. I show him how much that I love him, or at least I try to.