Love In Rewind (7 page)

I was looking at him, floored by his private revelation, when he drew me into a hug resting his chin on my head and continued talking. "This place helps me keep him close since I never got a chance to say goodbye to him. If he could see me now, if he could see all this, he'd know I love him."

I pulled away from him so I could look at his face. I was really falling in love with this man, one word at a time.

"Come, I want to show you the upstairs."

He was trying to change the somber mood that had descended upon us. I followed Louis up the hovering stairs, still fearful of falling. Although the stairs looked flimsy, they were anything but. He was taking two stairs at a time. I had to run just to keep up with him.

"What's upstairs?" I asked in a breathless voice half way up the stairs.

"My bed," I heard him say right before my heart dropped back to the bottom of the stairs.

Pay or play...

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hen we got up the stairs I was winded from the run, but then I was breathless from the sight. In the middle of what seemed like a black still lake stood a huge wooden platform, almost like a manmade raft. The structure appeared to be floating in water. His bed was covered in a white cloud of sheets with at least twenty scattered pillows. The same birch wooden branches that made up the base of the bed were also entwined and molded to form four thick bedposts that held up a translucent gauzy fabric. The floor looked wet and shiny. It was composed of black, polished river rocks. Blackout curtains were drawn shut all around the colossal room. The only light was emanating from the soft sprinkle of tiny lights covering the entire ceiling. The countless little twinkling lights above us looked like a galaxy full of stars. The whole clever design gave the illusion of walking at night on water. I was flabbergasted.

Before I could recover and voice my awe, Louis lifted me off my feet and very groom-like carried me to his bed. I wrapped my arms around his neck and inhaled his heady scent. When we got to the bed he didn't put me down. He was just standing by the bed with me nestled in his strong arms and he was calmly watching and assessing me. He didn't have to ask with words; his knowing eyes were silently begging me for permission.

I ran my hand over his face and moved my lips to his ear and whispered, "Louis, I'm so scared … but I want you so much right now."

He let out a suppressed throaty sound from deep within. He then walked us up steps on the side of the bed that I hadn't yet noticed. Louis gently lowered us both into the floating cloud and started ravaging my mouth like a caveman. He knelt between my parted legs and we kissed each other fiercely. Tongues lapping, teeth biting lips, lips sucking face. Every once in a while his fingers moved between our lips, almost as if his lips and fingers were in competition for contact with my mouth. He was making these sounds in the back of his mouth that I could feel resonating all the way in my stomach.

"Emily, you here … in my bed … feels incredible … thank you," he said between kisses. "I know you're a little overwhelmed but please baby, I need you to touch me. I need to know you want this as much as I do."

That's when I realized I'd been holding myself propped up on my elbows, virtually immobile and rigid for the last few minutes of our heated commingling. I let go with one of my propped hands and started touching his chest. He pulled back and removed his V-neck t-shirt in one swift move and threw it out of our floating barge. I took in my first view of Louis Bruel shirtless. I didn't even want to blink for fear of missing a nanosecond of this view. It wasn't fair for someone to look as good as he looked. His perfect body was a sight to behold. I couldn't take my eyes off his ripped chest, the bulging biceps. Oh God, the lean torso. Every muscle was defined and strained. His broad chest rose and fell, trying to take in deep breaths. I just wanted to keep touching and feeling him until my alarm clock finally went off and I needed to wake up. There was no way this was my life! He decided I'd touched him enough. He climbed back over me and laid me flat down.

"You like what you see, little girl?" he asked me cockily.

I don't think there's a woman, man, or child alive who wouldn't like the sight of Louis Bruel half-naked. He also decided that I'd seen enough and started kissing me again. He was kneading my swollen breasts with his long, adroit fingers. I knew that all he had to do was find my nipples and I'd come apart for him. A few minutes or hours later he pulled away from my lips. Very slowly and softly he moved his lips down my neck and then found my breasts. Running his tongue over the fabric of my dress he lingered between my breasts.

"Nobody should smell this good. You're going to fucking drive me crazy."

He was inhaling my scent and then continued his journey down my stomach. He was breathing and nibbling through my cotton dress. I found that extremely ticklish. I immediately started giggling and drawing my legs up to stop his heavenly torment.

"You think it's funny what I'm about to do to you, little girl?"

That comment sobered me up, and trepidation crept in. He cocked an eyebrow and smiled sensually at me. Louis ran his fingertips from my hips down my now fully exposed bare legs.

"Relax, baby. I won't hurt you … I just need to worship at your altar for a little bit or I'll lose my mind."

His voice was so deep and sexy. His touch sent goose bumps all over my body. When he got to my feet he very smoothly untied my espadrilles. One by one he removed my shoes. He took each of my feet, which fit completely into his large hands. Very slowly he started running his finger up and down my arch. I was ready to come just from that act alone. But no, that would've been too easy. I closed my eyes in pleasure and moaned out a rendition of his name. I then, very unexpectedly, felt his tongue on my feet where his fingers had just finished their delicious assault. This was insane. This feeling was like nothing my body had ever felt before. His hot tongue licking my feet and sucking my toes felt incredibly erotic.

"Louis, stop!"

"Stop what, baby? Doesn't this feel good?"

"It feels too good," I managed to exhale.

"Then I won't stop. I'm tasting every inch of you, Emily. I've dreamt this scenario in my head all night."

He ran his hands, followed by his tongue, up my legs. I was clenching my legs close together to try to give my throbbing clit some relief. He gently ran his hand in between my thighs, slowly ascending to his final destination—my now soaking panties.

"Open your legs for me; I won't bite," he said, and then added, "well, not yet, anyway."

Liquid was pouring out of me. My heart rate was at a steady two hundred beats per minute. My eyes were swimming with desire. I opened my legs a few inches apart. Louis stroked up and down my wet panties. He was watching my reaction to his seductive touch. I looked down and could see how hard he was. All he had on were low-rise faded Levi's. His jeans now had a huge bulge against the button fly. God, I wanted to touch him, but I felt so out of my league. I felt as if my limbs were heavy, almost paralyzed. I just lay there panting like a sacrificial lamb awaiting its slaughter. I was lost in my momentary reverie when I felt his hot breath against my wet panties. I gasped and started to lift myself up.

"Shhhh … baby, don't move, not yet. Lie back. I'm about to taste your sweet pussy. Feel free to come in my mouth," he said in a deep, low hypnotic voice. Louis then lifted my skirt up and over my hip. He continued with the gentlest of touches, removing my white lace G-string. He climbed and knelt in between my spread legs. Seeing this sex god of a man crouched between my legs, watching him take in my half naked form was incredibly erotic. His smooth rocklike chest rose and fell. Every muscle on his torso was defined. All of it adding to the potent sexual fuel feeding my lust for this man. A trace of hair starting right under his belly button and traveling south was visible. I took a deep breath, trying to drink this all in and not go crazy with passion. He gave me a half smile and lowered himself all the way in between my legs. He ran his finger through my very trimmed pubic hair. He lowered his nose into my folds and inhaled. I felt like this was it; all the hype was about this right here, right now.

"I take it back, there's no way I'm giving up my sense of smell. You smell too fucking good." He lapped his tongue from where my hole started all the way up to my clit. "Delicious … better than any of my dreams," he moaned into my crotch.

He inserted his long middle finger inside me. We both stopped breathing and looked at each other, momentarily in shock. When his finger entered me, it sounded like a rock plunging into a pool.

"You're dripping, little girl; this is all for me. God, you feel so tight. Tell me Emily, how am I supposed to not fuck you and survive?"

He had his finger all the way inside my pulsating sex. He then started massaging my clit with his thumb in fast circular motions. I was breathing heavily and clenching my sex walls so tightly around his finger that I was afraid I'd snap it. Louis added another finger and brought his mouth down for a better taste. When his tongue flicked against my clit right under where his thumb was circling, I couldn't take it anymore. I stared to let out a cry that came from somewhere so deep.

"Louis, I'm gonna come … Louis … Oh … God … Please, I'm coming."

He kept a steady pace with his fingers deep inside me. I rode the wave of my orgasm. I was clenching his fingers inside me as if by letting them go I'd fall off a cliff. He was frantically licking and sucking every ounce of liquid heat pouring out of me.

"You taste like you were made for me," he mumbled, still buried between my shaking legs. He lifted his head to look at me a few moments after my tremor finally stopped. "You coming in my mouth and riding my fingers like that is the hottest thing I've ever experienced in my life." He moved up my body to kiss and nibble my exposed lower stomach. "Let's get you out of this dress. I need a dose of those big tits and then I can die a happy man." He lifted me up to remove my dress. My bra followed my now discarded dress.

I was lying on Louis' bed totally nude except for my tiny little belly ring, which Louis had yet to discover in the dimmed light. He came back to assault my swollen lips, and make sure I was still drawing breath. I could taste myself on his lips and found that so taboo but still hot. He asked me, "Did that feel as good as it looked for you?"

I nodded. "That was incredible. I can't believe I let you do that to me. You must think I'm a total slut."

He smiled that sexy teeth-twinkling, dimple-showing smile and then started laughing. "You're an eighteen-year-old virgin, I suspect. I'm officially going to hell for borderline molesting you and fucking you in my head for the last two weeks. The only slut here is me, for not being able to control myself around you."

I looked up to meet his dark eyes and ran my fingers into his messy sexy hair. I ran my fingers all the way down to his neck and smiled. "You aren't molesting me if I'm old enough and give you permission. I obviously want you as much as I think you want me. I just feel very self-conscious with you. I want to do all these things to you in my head, but I've never actually done them with or to anybody."

Louis brushed my cheek with the back of his fingers. "I will make sure that I'm the only person who will ever get to do those things to you."

It was so hot when he pretended to be possessive of me.

"Emily, you know every time you open your mouth to speak, I want to fuck you even more."

"Thanks, I think," I said. We both laughed until it wasn't funny anymore and our laughter turned into a look of pure lust. I ran my fingers down his shoulders and stomach feeling his washboard abs. I didn't stop there. I ran my hand all the way down to the big bulge straining at his jeans that was begging to be let out to join our party.

Louis took a deep breath through his nose and held his breath. I rubbed the length of his hard cock up and down. He was now lying flat on his back, propped up with some pillows giving me full access to his erection. I knelt by his tented crotch and started to unbutton his jeans. I met no barrier to his cock.
Note to self, Louis Bruel likes to go commando.
I lowered his jeans a touch and his cock sprung out to meet me. He lifted himself up to help me remove his jeans. His jeans now mingled with our growing pile of discarded clothing already on the floor. In a brave move I startled his left knee, settling on it with my wet, still throbbing sex. He groaned with appreciation.

I then began to acquaint myself with his most impressive intimate part. I ran my hand along his smooth shaft from root to tip. I'd never touched a man's private part before. It was so velvety smooth—like a baby's skin. But underneath the smoothness it felt like pure steel. I lingered at the top of his cock to caress the mushroomed head. I was using both my hands to try and encompass every inch of him. He was either very large or my hands were just too small. I tried to squeeze my fingers around his hard cock but couldn't quite touch my fingers together like I'd seen in pornos I occasionally watch on late night cable.
How could something so big possibly fit inside me?
I thought with trepidation. My clit was still pulsating as if I were touching myself and not him. Louis was taciturn, which started to scare me. Maybe I was doing something wrong.

I asked him in a small voice, "Louis, am I doing this right? Does it feel okay? You're being very quiet, I'm getting nervous."

He exhaled loudly. "Baby … I'm trying to calm myself down. I don't want to come all over your hands. This feels incredible. I'm hoping I can last until you at least taste my dick."

I smiled, and with the added confidence that I now felt, I lowered myself to do just what he'd asked me. I licked the top of his moist tip. Tasting a man, especially this man, for the first time was a feeling that will stay with me until I die. I left his delicious smooth head and descended with my lips kissing down his cock, giving his whole length a taste. I made my way back up with my tongue. I then opened my salivating mouth, and took him in as far as I could. I got about a third of the way down his cock, when I heard him cry out.