She moved closer so her breasts were against his chest, her arms going back around his neck. ‘Thanks for keeping the lights off.’ In semi-darkness she could hide her secret thoughts and feelings...she could feel less exposed, less vulnerable. She was ready to give herself to him physically but she wanted her emotions kept in the shadows where they couldn’t be seen.
‘That’s fine. I can make love to you by Braille.’
Ivy laughed, shivering at the thought of his hands and lips and tongue reading every inch of her flesh. ‘You mean you haven’t given up on me yet?’
His eyes held hers in a heart-stopping lock. ‘Do you want me to give up?’
‘No,’ she said, standing on tiptoes to press a kiss to his mouth. ‘I want you to make love to me. That’s why we came here tonight. I need to do this.’
‘Then let’s do this,’ Louis said and brought his mouth down to hers.
Ivy sighed with pure pleasure as his mouth subjected hers to a passionate exploration. His tongue playfully teased hers into a sexy tango, one of his hands coming up to cradle her face, the other to hold the back of her head, his fingers splaying through her hair. Desire flared and flamed in her lower body, longing coursing through her flesh like lashing tongues of flame. She was pressed so close to him she could feel every hard ridge and contour of his body, the heat and potency of his arousal against her stirring her female flesh into a frenzy of want. She could feel the secret preparation of her body, the dewy wetness of female arousal and the low, deep pulse in her core.
Louis raised his mouth off hers and led her to the bed. He whipped off the covers, then his shirt and trousers, and drew her down beside him on the bed. He was still wearing his underwear, but she couldn’t take her eyes off his aroused length tenting the fabric, but was too shy to reach for him. What if she did something wrong? What if he didn’t like her touch?
‘You can touch me if you want.’ His voice was deep and rough with desire.
‘What if I don’t do it right?’
He took her hand and placed it on his erection over his underwear, a ripple of pleasure passing over his face at her touch. Then he peeled his underwear out of the way and placed her hand on him, skin on skin. ‘You won’t hurt me. That’s it, hold me in your hand.’
He was so thick and strong, like velvet-covered steel, and her intimate muscles quivered at the thought of him entering her. She stroked him harder, enjoying the guttural sounds he was making, enjoying the power it gave her to tantalise him with her touch.
‘My turn now.’ He removed her hand from his body and gently pushed her back down on the mattress, propping himself up on one elbow, the other hand stroking her from her breasts to her belly and back again in long, slow strokes until her back was almost arching off the bed. He went lower with his hand, cupping her mound over her knickers. She moaned against his hand, wanting more but unsure how to ask for it. He left his hand where it was and kissed her mouth again, long, slow and deep. It gave her time to get used to feeling him touching her, holding the most sensitive part of her body without pushing her to go any further. But she wanted to go further, she wanted to go all the way. Her body was hungry and aching for his possession.
‘I want you.’ Her voice came out breathless.
‘Patience, ma petite.’ His tone had a sexy, raspy edge that made her shiver all the more with longing. ‘There’s no rush.’
Ivy took his hand and placed it on her female flesh. ‘I want you to touch me. I need you to.’
His eyes darkened until there was only a narrow rim of grey-blue visible around the bottomless black of his pupils. ‘How about we take these off, hmm?’ He peeled away her knickers and she lifted her hips to help him, way beyond shyness with her body raging with such unstoppable lust. He stroked the seam of her body, slowly, torturously slowly, and every nerve in her pelvis fizzed like a firework. Hot streaks of sensation ran down her legs, a warm pool forming at the base of her spine and spreading to her core. He brought his mouth down to her and stroked his tongue where his finger had just been. It was shockingly intimate and yet she didn’t flinch or shy away from it. She was too far gone for that. She whimpered, gasped and throbbed with longing.
He lifted his mouth off her and separated her folds with his fingers, his gaze devouring her female form as if it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. ‘You’re gorgeous...’ His voice was husky, his touch exquisitely gentle.
Ivy sucked in a much-needed breath and instinctively spread her legs wider, her heart racing with excitement. ‘Are you going to do what I think you’re going to do?’ Her voice was so breathless it came out like a strangled whisper.
‘Only if you want me to.’
She swallowed. ‘I want you to.’ Never had she wanted anything more. Her body was on fire and flickering with delicious sensations.
Louis brought his mouth to her again, his lips and tongue playing with her female flesh, finally triggering a powerful rush that seemingly came from nowhere and everywhere at once. Waves and ripples of pleasure washed through her pelvis, making her writhe and cry out as if she was possessed by a paranormal entity.
Ivy gasped and flung her head back against the bed, her chest heaving, her body limp as the aftershocks gradually faded. ‘Oh, God, that was... I don’t know how to describe it.’
Louis came up on one elbow and smiled down at her. ‘It will get better.’
She had no idea how it ever could. She had never experienced anything so earth-shattering. She tiptoed her fingers down his sternum all the way to his rock-hard abdomen. ‘Aren’t you going to...?’
He captured her hand before it could go any lower and pressed a kiss to the middle of her palm. ‘Not right now.’ His expression became unreadable and she could sense him pulling away as if an invisible drawbridge had come up between them.
She blinked at him in surprise. ‘But aren’t you...?’
He pressed a finger to her lips to halt her speech. ‘This is about your pleasure, not mine.’
Ivy brushed his hand away and grasped him by the shoulder. ‘But isn’t making love meant to be a two-way thing?’
‘Yes, but there’s plenty of time. We’ve got all night.’ He rolled away and picked up his shirt and trousers from the floor and proceeded to put them back on.
Ivy pulled the bed sheet up over her nakedness, wondering why he’d called a halt when it was so obvious he desired her. We’ve got all night. But wouldn’t most guys want to make the most of it?
She was starting to wonder if one night was going to be enough for her. He had awakened needs and desires in her that thrilled and delighted her. But what was going to happen when this night was over? Back to being friends only. ‘Is this about your one-night-only rule? You can’t bring yourself to sleep with me more than once? Why do you even have such a dumb rule?’