Chapter 4
He turned his head in shock, his eyes, widened with fear, met her seductive ones. He felt he was losing himself in those wonderful eyes. There was a quickly vanishing sense of morality that protested within him.
He knew now that the battle was lost. He couldn't pull himself together any longer. He felt his manhood press against his boxer shorts.
He tried to turn around even more, to be able to hold Louisa, embrace her, hold her in his arms. Nothing else seemed important anymore. While doing so, he slipped off the bed, landing kneeling in front of it.
Louisa cupped his face and covered it with kisses. He slung his arms around her and pulled her closer. When they finally broke apart, he got up to join her in bed. Before he could lower himself onto the mattress, Louisa knelt before him and had placed one hand on his belt.
"Don't you think it's getting uncomfortable? Boy, you seem to be quite in the mood."
In a reflex he tried to cover his front, being ashamed that he couldn't control it at all at the moment, still thinking it a bit disrespectful towards Louisa.
She brushed his hands aside and running her own over his trousers. He moaned. Louisa threw her head back and laughed her wonderful laugh.
"And I was concerned you couldn't do it!" She laughed.
"What?"
"You were always so cautious not to let anything happen, so I never would have guessed what an eager big boy you have here." She put her hand in his crotch, then let it slowly wander upwards. She undid his belt, then unzipped the trousers.
"We surely don't need these any longer, don't you think?" She undid the button and the trousers slid down slightly, dragged towards the earth by gravity. She let her arms wander around his waist and pressed her face against his chest. He placed his hands at the back of her head and started to run them through her hair. He wiggled a bit to let his trousers glide down completely, knowing that his boxers would show his arousal pretty well but being way past the stage that it was worrying him.
Being with Louisa made him feel like he had never felt before. Now he knew for sure that she stirred something in him no one else ever had. Strangely enough it felt so damned right to be with her, to feel her skin next to his, to feel her breath. He just couldn't wait to feel even more of her.
When Louisa drew back, he placed one hand under her chin, making her face him and started to kiss her soundly. It was mind-blowing. Her tongue in his mouth drove him crazy. There were sensations he never thought possible. Lips and tongues intertwined he pushed Louisa a bit back onto the bed and knelt above her on the bed, slowly pushing her deeper into the cushions. She grabbed onto his shoulders and dug her nails into his flesh, which had the strange effect that he just deepened his kiss. Finally Louisa drew back, trying to catch her breath. She looked at Martin lovingly, who still looked puzzled and dazed.
"Boy, don't you need to breathe?" She gasped, but before he could answer she had covered his lips with hers again. Slowly Martin's hands started to wander up and down her body while still kissing her passionately. When she again had to withdraw her lips to get some air she took his hand and placed it on her breast, or at least the fabric above it. He swallowed hard. Louisa smiled, placed her hands at the back of his head and pulled his head down, pressing it firmly into her cleavage. He looked up incredulously.
"Oh, Louisa!" He managed to exclaim. She took his hands and placed them under her top.
"Martin, don't you think something's in the way?"
"What?"
"I feel quite hot. Isn't there anything you can do about it?" When he still didn't react, she added laughingly. "I just feel a bit overdressed, don't you think?"
She lifted her torso, and when they were kneeling in front of each other, he pulled her top over her head. He stared at her, with just her bra covering her torso. He hesitantly placed his hand on her waist and started to run it gently over her ribcage.
"You're so beautiful" he whispered.
"Thank you, Martin."
"So very beautiful." Martin was mesmerized by the look of her, his eyes fixed on her body. As he explored her body with his hands, hardly believing that it could be true, she re-paid the attention in caressing his chest with her fingertips.
She leaned in to kiss his chest, running her lips over his torso, letting her lips cover his nipples and letting her tongue glide into his belly button. He groaned and sighed, running his hands over her back.
Then his hands found the clasp of her bra and opened it. He threw this item away and immediately started to caress her breasts with his full lips. He sucked at her nipples and let his tongue twirl around them. Louisa had dug her fingers into his back, pressing him even closer.
Slowly she lowered herself back onto the bed, with Martin following her, his lips still glued onto her breasts. She ran her hands through his short-cropped hair. How she loved the feeling of it. Then she ran her fingers down, over his neck, slowly caressing his chest, over his ribcage, until she had reached his boxers. Carefully she slid her fingers under the elastic, making Martin jump.
"Shhh. It's alright. It's what we both want."
She had expected some protest, but he just looked contently down at her. Then he placed his hands on her jeans.
"Shall I?" He asked questioningly.
"It would be my pleasure." Louisa smiled broadly back at him.
He slowly opened the trousers and pushed them down, slowly kissing her skin where it was newly exposed, he managed to whisper back. "I hope it will be."
His hands slowly pushed the jeans further down while enjoying the touch of Louisa's skin. When this garment was finally on the floor, Louisa shuffled up the bed, to lie more comfortable, then held her arms invitingly towards Martin. He didn't need any further invitation. Quickly he had positioned himself above her. She placed her hand on the back of his head, and drawing him into a kiss she sighed. "Finally." Before he could answer, her tongue was exploring his mouth again. When she broke apart, she urgently whispered. "Make love to me. I need you. Now."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't. Stop worrying. I want to feel you inside of me."
"Oh Louisa!"
To be continued…
