She stood in the bathroom, gazing into the mirror at her own reflection. She'd never seen her skin like this before. It was amazing that the flaws looked like they belonged. The patches of raised, black and purple that covered her breasts and thighs were unsightly to most but for some reason she loved it.
"Are you alright, love?" Louis' voice brought her out of her trance like state. Her eyes fell upon his worried face. She nodded slowly and went back to staring at her reflection. "I went a little too crazy, didn't I?" Louis asked her quietly, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. "I'm really sorry." Louis muttered against he shoulder as his fingers traced the curve of her breast where the darkest of bruised flesh was. She leaned into him, enjoying the tender moment that had been so different from the night before. "I wish you would say something." Louis grumbled, his lips teasing her shoulder as gently as possible.
"I don't know what to say, baby." She replied with her normal, soft voice. She kissed his lips when she gazed up at him again. She could see the worry in his eyes but she wasn't sure of how to ease it. Not when she was getting turned on by the sight of him caressing the marks he'd left the night before. "I'm going to shower, okay?" She smiled weakly, moving out of Louis' grasp. He nodded, wondering what he could say to apologize. "I'll be out soon then we can go out for the day?" Her smile brightened, making him all the more curious about her actions.
She stood in the shower, still in a complete daze thinking of the night before. She never expected what had happened but the more she thought about it, the more excited she got at the idea of it happening again. She stepped under the water as her mind drifted back to the beginning of the unexpected events yet again.

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Being pulled toward the end of the bed by her ankles shocked her out of her book. She gazed up at Louis who wore a devilish, drunken grin. He knelt between her thighs and kissed her deeply. She wound her arms around his neck and happily kissed back. Their mouths meeting with a feirce hunger. She didn't know what had gotten into him but she enjoyed it immensely. She giggled when he growled into her lips and pawed at her night shirt, trying to push it out of his way.
Louis began to grind his clothed pelvis against hers, slowly and rhythmically. She whimpered into his lustful kiss. Louis quickly stripped her of her panties, tossing them behind his shoulder without a care. His fingers danced over her quaking thighs.
"Louis, what are you doin?" She asked, finally breaking the kiss. Louis stared down at her with his hungry eyes and wicked smile. "What has gotten into you?" She giggled as his hands smoothed over her heating flesh. She stifled a moan waiting for an answer.
"Shut up." He chuckled, that Cheshire cat grin making another appearance. Her jaw dropped at the command. "It's alright, love. I just wanna play with you." Louis' grin was making her writhe with anticipation. She could see it in his eyes that he had plans. "Do you trust me?" Louis asked, going in for another kiss. She nodded quickly, wanting nothing more than to feel his lips on hers. "Out loud, love." Louis demanded. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes, Louis." She spoke with a firm voice. "I trust you." She knew her answer was honest. After two years together, he'd definitely earned her trust. Louis meshed his mouth to hers roughly, nipping at her bottom lip lightly.
Suddenly, Louis jerked his mouth away from hers. He sat her up and pulled her night shirt over her head in what seemed to be one smooth, calculated motion. He returned her to the bed gently, making sure she was comfortable. Louis' lips traced down her body, slow and gentle, wanting to soften her for the plans he had. She gave into him, running her fingers through his hair and whimpering as his lips glided over tender spots of skin.
Her skin felt like it was on fire with every pass of his lips. It was rare that she was instantly in mood when Louis wanted to make love. Tonight it was different, something about the way he took control, demanded her attention made her want him just as bad. She looked down at Louis as his eyes flicked up. Their eyes met for an intense moment. She chewed on her bottom lip as Louis swept his lips over her thighs, his eyes still locked on hers. She brushed his hair away from his eyes wanting to see the beautiful gray perfectly. Louis smiled warmly before attaching his lips to her thigh roughly. She threw her head back, the pleasure being something unexpected. Louis sucked and nibbled at her thighs making her moan and winced all at the same time. He was being rough, trying to leave marks on her.
"Louis." She whimpered, pleading for more as his teeth scraped across her skin a little harder than before. "Lou." Her pleas becoming more pronounced. He grinned against her skin but kept his own pace, letting her squirm with every flick of his tongue and bite, just so he could hold her down a little harder. He moved to the other thigh after just a few more moments of pleasant torture.
Louis kissed his melted woman with love. She was already trembling, looking like she'd had more orgasms than she could handle but she'd not even had one. She'd been teased to the brink and it was only the beginning. Her thighs were covered in bites and hickies, just the way Louis wanted it.
"Are you okay?" Louis inquired with an evil chuckle. She glared up at him, her hands in her hair, ready to scream. "Don't worry, baby. We'll get there." Louis murmured. "I'm not done yet." Her stomach dropped at the revelation. She didn't know how much more she could take without release. She didn't know why what he was doing felt so good but it was a game she was beginning to despise.
"I want you." She whimpered, winding her arm around his neck. She pressed her lips to his cheek, letting him hear her labored breathing and shaking body even more.
"I know. You'll have me." Louis' laughter made her angry. "Sooner than you think." She groaned at the teasing statement, it wasn't the reply she wanted. Louis lowered his lips from hers to her jaw. He nipped gently, not wanting to leave a mark where anyone could see. He peppered her neck and chest with light, open mouthed kisses meant to ease her. "I love your body almost as much as I love you." Louis informed her with a light kiss against her tits. She blushed, chewing her lip. "Gonna prove it's mine." Louis growled before attaching his lips to her breast the way he had her thigh. She jumped at the feeling, moaning suddenly.
Louis continued to suck and bite at the soft, tender flesh of her breasts as he struggled to get out of his joggers. He knew that once he'd left sufficient markings on her, she'd be aggressive with him too. She was almost to her most feral desire. She was good at holding it back, this Louis knew but he wanted her untamed. They'd not been untamed in a long time. Louis bit her flesh hard enough to leave a mark but not enough to hurt. Her back arched from the bed, her legs wrapping around his waist.
"Please Louis. I can't anymore." She pleaded, her hands roaming his body, trying to find some way to get the release she was being denied. Louis had no second thoughts. He slid into her fiery, molten center. His breath caught at the way she felt. She was more than ready for him. He pumped his hips slowly, wanting to ease her into it. Her moans bounced off the walls, enticing him even more with his bites. He knew as he tugged at her breasts even more, neither of them would last long. The toying he'd done sent her too close. He could feel that she was teetering on the edge as she pulled him closer.
Louis buried his face between her swollen, well-marked tits, struggling to breathe as he drove his hips harder and faster, giving the dazed woman what she needed. Her nails dug into his back and her lips were marking his shoulders. She panted his name and struggled to breathe. Louis groaned when an almost shrill sound escaped her lips as her entire body began to contract with extreme pleasure. It was remarkably intense, it pulled Louis into his own extended euphoria. He was sure their grunts, moans and near screams would be heard by the neighbors. Her body fell limp after a minute. She was out of breath and covered in sweat as was he. He collapsed next to her, trying to get his body to settle.
She cuddled into his side, not caring about how hot they both were or the honest mess they'd made of the bed. Her head rested on his chest and she hummed as though she were content. Louis wound his arm around her back, just holding her like she obviously wanted. It had been quite the night.

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Her eyes snapped open when she heard Louis calling her from the kitchen. She shut off the shower, realizing she'd been in far too long. She hopped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her body. She inhaled deeply before exiting the bathroom. She couldn't look at Louis without thinking of the night they'd had.
"Yes, love?" She smiled warmly, entering the kitchen. Louis grinned at the sight of her in her towel with wet hair.
Louis rounded the counter, concern on his face again, "Are you sure you're alright?" She nodded. "Then why haven't you really spoken to me?"
"I was in the shower." She laughed at him. "And you were still asleep when I got up to take said shower. And we both passed out last night."
"Babe." Louis grunted. She sighed and folded her arms over her chest. Louis gripped her arms lightly, "You can tell me. What's going on?"
"I can be completely honest?" She inquired, pink filling her cheeks.
Louis nodded quickly, "Of course. I want nothing else."
"I'm still wound from last night." She blurted, thinking it would be the best. The smirk of the Cheshire Cat appeared on his face instantly.
"Are you now?" He teased. She nodded quickly. Louis pulled her body against his. His finger slipping into the fold of her towel. "We should do something about that then, huh?" Her grin matched his instantly.

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