Louise: A New Beginning by Diana Nixon

between us. It was too strong, too overwhelming, and so freaking amazing. I was losing myself in her.
    Her breathing quickened, and so did mine. Drops of sweat glistened on her skin. She was flushed, hot and ready to come, and that, again, made two of us.
    I pushed deeper, feeling her tightness embracing me.
    “Now?” I breathed against her swollen lips.
    “Yes, please.”
    My hips slammed harder against hers, and she cried out, calling my name, over and over again, repeating it like a prayer.
    The orgasm burst from within, filling our bodies and minds with intoxicating bliss, splashing all over us, like a waterfall; making us surrender to its overwhelming force; breaking us into a million small pieces and then putting us back together again.
    My cock surged deep inside, filling her up with my love and satisfaction, so strong, I had never felt anything like that with anyone but her.
    I felt my body shudder in ecstasy.
    “I love you, Louise,” I said breathless, feeling absolute release swallowing me.
    She softly kissed my lips, as if drinking the last drops of the most delicious drink.
    “Likewise,” she then said, smiling up at me.
    And I would probably never be able to awake from that beautiful fantasy of mine, if it were not for the damn alarm clock going off on my bedside table.  . .
     
    A dream. . . It was just a freaking dream!
    I groaned desperately, feeling my body’s painful need pulsing beneath my skin. That was just too much. Louise was going to pay for the night from hell I had just experienced.
    I tossed my blanket away and jumped from my bed, as fucking angry as ever. I didn’t even think about getting dressed. Wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, I opened the door, crossed the hall and without a knock, I let myself into the guest room where Louise was staying.
    She was sitting in a chair, reading a book. She was still wearing her pajamas, her hair falling down her shoulders.
    “Will?” She stared at me with an unspoken question frozen in her bewitching eyes. Ah, those eyes.
    I moved forward until I stopped at the chair, saying, “You owe me at least this one thing for all the damn torture I had to endure because of you.”
    “What are you talking about?” She asked, setting the book on a table next to her.
    “This,” I said, pulling her out of the chair and into my embrace.
    My lips crushed on hers without a warning. I was so fucking screwed, I knew I would probably not get what I really needed now, but at least a kiss I was fully intended to get from her.
    My tongue parted her lips, sliding inside her sweet mouth in a silent demand. She couldn’t push me away, not again, not now, when I felt like I could lose control at any second. It was just too hard to stay away from her and keep pretending it was okay. It was not okay, and maybe it was too soon to ask her for something more than just a kiss, but I wanted her to know how much I needed her. I was so freaking tired of missing her.

Chapter 7
    Louise
     
    Once our lips met, I couldn’t help but let out a small moan of delight and maybe even a little relief. It had been so long since the last time Will kissed me like that. I almost forgot what it was like to feel his demanding lips on mine. He slid his eager tongue against mine, sucking it with lustful enthusiasm. Sweet torture, it was simply impossible to neglect the burning need I could so clearly feel forming within. It didn’t matter how much time Will and I had spent apart, the things we felt for each other didn’t go away. And now, that we were so close again, they gained more and more force, breaking through the wall of my resistance with every slight move his lips made against mine.
    Will’s hand went to my hair, sliding his fingers through it. With the other hand resting on my lower back, he pressed me harder against him, showing me just how aroused he was for me. Holy hell, I would have given almost anything just to feel him thrust his member deep inside me. And I was almost