Louise: A New Beginning (18 page)

“I don’t feel like going anywhere but home now.”

And so we left the cinema, went back to my office, Louise grabbed her bag off the couch, and we headed home.

I felt a little better after watching the slideshow with her. Something was telling me that she felt better too. I truly hoped she did, because sometimes it looked like she was still unsure about what she was going to do with her future. At least now I hoped she would be able to see how good it could be if she just let me build a new world for her, for us.

We were sitting in the dining room, enjoying Christopher’s roasted chicken with mushrooms in a white wine cream sauce.

“How is it possible for the man to know as much about cooking as he does about business and security?” Louise asked, amused.

“Honestly, I have no idea,” I said. “Maybe he’s Superman. Though, I guess he couldn’t be Superman because I have never seen him fly, unless he is really good at hiding his superpowers. He does have more control than anyone I have ever met. . .”

“Or maybe he is a wizard. If he were a wizard, he could whip up a meal with the wave of a wand, and also deal with business and security all in one smooth motion. . . All without ever attracting any attention, have you seen him carrying around a pointy stick?” Louise giggled.

I laughed out loud. “I haven’t, but anything’s possible.”

“Did you enjoy last night?” She suddenly asked.

“You mean having you in my bed. . .
all night long
? I did. Even though the night was quite peaceful. Why?”

“I have an idea. . . Can you grab that bottle of wine,” she pointed to the wine we had to go with our dinner, “and then go upstairs and wait for me in your room?”

I looked at her curiously. “Wait, are you actually sending me to my room? I remember getting sent to my room as a boy and I remember it not being very much fun. . . But then again, I never got to bring a bottle of booze with me either. So, what are you up to, Little Miss Louise?”

“Yes, I am sending you to your room, but at least you got fed dinner beforehand and you know I am following behind you at some point. . . So, do you trust me?” She asked playfully, rising to her feet.

“I do. . . Unless you are about to do something that we won’t be able to control. Then no, I don’t trust you at all.”

She laughed. “The only thing I can promise is that you’re going to like what I have in mind for you.”

I narrowed my eyes at her, smiling. “Okay, I believe you for now. I will go up and wait for you in my room,” I said, making sure she knew that even though I believed her, and actually did trust her, I knew she was about to cause a bunch of trouble.

I was sure she was going to rock my socks off and I didn’t even know what she was about to do. She always managed to blow my mind, and I always loved everything she did. So, I went to my room to patiently – or not so patiently – wait for her. . .

Louise

I quickly ran up the stairs, entered my room, and flung open my wardrobe. I was planning on giving Will a little performance, and I found the perfect ensemble to go with it. I pulled the outfit out of my closet, smiling, and closed the doors. I knew he was going to love my show. I went to the bathroom to get changed. When I came out, I grabbed my shoes, sitting on the bed to strap them on, thinking about how I was going to make sure Will remembered this night forever.

When I went to Will’s room about ten minutes later, he was sitting in a chair, next to the open window.

“Aren’t you afraid you’re going to catch a cold?” I asked, coming closer, but not too close.

Slowly, his eyes traveled up and down my body. He started by studying my sexy black stilettos and black stockings; his gaze continued upward to see my black lacy thong, and a matching push-up bra; when he finally looked up at my face, he saw I was wearing a mask that was as white as the falling snow in mid-winter. I know the small shock of white was the perfect contrast against the black outfit I had chosen to go with it; it completed the picture in front of him.

“I feel like my whole body is on fire,” Will said after a long moment, finally meeting my stare across the room. “I’m sure as hell not afraid of catching a cold, at least not when you are dressed like that. . . It is hot. Is that the mask you were wearing the night of your first solo performance at
Le Papillon
?”

“Yes. You remember it. . .”

“Of course, I do. How could I not? All I wanted while I was watching you dance that night was to take it off your face. Are you going to dance for me tonight?”

“Yes. . .” I replied mysteriously.

He swallowed, looking at me from head to toe once again. “You are not trying to kill me, Louise, are you? Because I feel like I could die at any second. Seriously, is it even legal to show up in a man’s bedroom, looking so damn sexy? I hope you aren’t thinking that I am going to be able to keep my hands off of you tonight. . .”

“I never said you had to keep your hands to yourself. . .tonight anyway. . .”

“Ugh, you are going to finish me off before I even get the chance to see your dance. And judging by your shoes, the dance is going to be amazing. Oh, and while we are talking about your shoes, I have to tell you, I can’t wait for your legs to be wrapped around me with those heels digging into my ass.”

“I plan for you to be more active in the show this time. . . I want you to dance with me.”

“So you
do
want
me dead then? Yes, I am sure you do now.”

I smiled internally, ignoring his words, and said, “Can you turn on the music, please?” I reached for the clip in my hair, releasing it, allowing my hair to flow down over my shoulders and back.

Will rose to his feet, picked up a remote from his nightstand, and pushed a button. Music began to fill the room.

Then he came over to me and said, “If you are just a dream, I don’t ever want to wake up.”

With that said, our lips finally met. It hadn’t been that long since we kissed, or made love, but this time we were both completely sober and ready to commit to a night of pleasing one another.

Our tongues did a dance of their own, sliding against each other in a passionate exploration. Will was grasping the back of my neck, making sure I wasn’t going anywhere. Never breaking the kiss, he let it go and ran his palms down my back, stopping at my waist gently caressing it. There was so little distance between our bodies, and it would have been so easy to give into the desire I was feeling to just make love to him right now, but regardless of how strong the urge was, there was no way I was going to give in without doing the dance I was planning on dancing. I needed that almost as much as I needed him inside me. It was another way for me to show him exactly how much I loved him.

“Have you ever heard of couples making love on the dance floor?” I moved forward, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“No, but now that you mention it, I am dying to give it a try,” he responded, breathless.

Our gazes locked and I could read the intensity of Will’s feelings for me. It was scary and exciting at the same time. But it was mostly, too tempting to step back and leave his embrace. Waves of an overwhelming thrill ran through my body. It had always been so unbelievably amazing to be so close to him, giving all of me and taking all of him.

He brought his lips to mine and kissed me softly. God, those lips. . . I would never tire of devouring them.

Will wrapped his arms tighter around me and pulled me even closer than I thought possible, crushing me against his chest. Our kiss started off slow and then intensified with every beat of our hearts. Within seconds, my world became hazy; it was only Will and me, and our bodies moving to the rhythm of the song, our tongues twirling and sliding against each other in a seductive game.

I felt my bra rub against Will’s shirt, and the next thing I knew his hands were quickly sliding up my back to undo the clasp of the silky piece of fabric covering my breasts.

But, he stopped himself just before he released the girls, whispering into my parted lips, “I want it off...”

I pulled back just a little to look into his eyes and said, “That,” I kissed his lips, "might make my dance last a little longer…” I said, giving him permission to remove the bra, and kissed him one more time.

“What else could I wish for?” He said, smiling.

He pulled the clip and unfastened my bra, sliding its straps down my shoulders, and then he took it off and tossed it on to the bed.

“You are the inspiration for many of my fantasies, Louise. I have been living by the amazing images you have left in my memory for so long. . . But no fantasy can be compared to what I feel when I’m with you.”

In moments like these, no words were needed. We could actually feel the relief of being together again after all the lonely days and nights each of us had to live through while we were apart. But Will was right, having memories of him was still better than not knowing him at all. Now I understood it better than I ever had before. I had never felt anything like this before. When we were together, I felt like I was touching his soul, and not just his skin, it was beautiful; I was certain he felt the same way about me too. . .like by touching me he was reaching inside me to my soul and showing it the love it had been missing its whole life. He opened his heart to me and let me in without hesitation, and I did the same for him. In that moment, I swore I would never shut him out again, I would never make him be lonely for me, and I would never hurt him again.

Will was my whole world, he was my heart that was beating wildly in my chest. It was as if it were counting every single second I spent with him, a beat per second. He wiped away all the fears and doubts within me. It was so easy to be with him. I didn’t have to pretend I was something I wasn’t, I could be myself, simply loving him and feeling his love endowing me with its force and beauty. The only problem I had were the moments when he wasn’t around, when I couldn’t enjoy his presence and all of its benefits in my life.

My heart swelled with every kiss he gave me. It was impossible to not feel how much I loved him. And I did, I really did. . .endlessly. He was the love of my life, I wasn’t going to let it fade away.

The feelings we were having at the moment were so strong, it felt like there was a drug in the air that we were breathing in, filling every inch of our bodies and minds, making us melt in each other’s hearts. Once fully melted we would explode and then come back with a new and unimaginable force, turning our world into a non-existent reality that was so perfect we never wanted to leave this reality of love to go back to the real world.

I broke the kiss, and staying close to Will, I turned around, swaying with the beat of the song playing in the background. I could feel his hot breath on my neck, as he kissed a line down my neck and then my shoulder. He slid his hands down my sides and across my belly, bringing our bodies closer together. I could feel his arousal pressed hard against my lower back.

With one hand still on my belly, he pushed his other hand down to the edge of my thong and under its soft fabric, caressing the hood of my clit.

I raised one hand up and wrapped it around his neck, letting my head fall back and rest on his shoulder.

He placed a small kiss beneath my earlobe, then whispered, “If this is not how every night is going to begin, then I don’t want a new day to come.”

I smiled, closing my eyes and enjoying the sensation his touch was sending through me.

“If you truly like me dancing for you this much, then I am not opposed to doing it every night. . .”

“Mmm. . .” He growled into my ear. “Sounds like a damn good plan, and tomorrow night is going to rock too.”

I giggled, and said, “And every night after that too, but are you sure you can stand that much dancing?”

He laughed quietly, the sound of his laughter vibrated on my shoulder. “Oh, yes, my sweet Louise, I’m pretty sure I can.”

The feeling of complete surrender washed over me. It was clear that his love for me was as endless as mine was for him, and it was simply impossible to resist him or the things he felt for me.

Watching the slideshow with Will at his office seemed to have shifted our relationship. I guess I needed someone to show me the difference between my past and my present. And maybe I refused to see it, but Will knew it would be a lesson that I needed to learn. There was no point in running away from the one person who was capable of making me truly happy. No career achievements could have been compared to being with Will, who without any effort was my dream come true. Because deep down inside, I always knew I had been doing it all for him. The words he told me many years ago, inspired me to live through every damn day I had to spend at
Paradise
and on the streets begging for money to earn my keep at the orphanage. His presence in my life now inspired everything I did at school, my every dance and my every small victory – all was for him. Knowing that he loved me for who I was was amazing. Despite all my mental struggles and imperfections, he still wanted us to be together...

When I turned back to look at him, he reached for the ribbon on the back of my head and untied it, letting the mask fall from my face.

“No matter how much I love seeing you in this, I want to see all of you, with nothing covering your face, to hide your beauty from me.”

When the song was almost over, he slid his hands down my hips and lifted me up, I wrapped my legs around him. Still kissing me, he walked us to the bed and gently laid me on my back. He kneeled over me on the bed, a knee on each side of my body. He bent down and kissed my belly; the feeling of his hot lips against my skin was heavenly. Then he grabbed my thong and pushed it down my legs, exposing my flesh to his hungry eyes.

“You are mind-blowingly beautiful,” he said in a whisper, letting his longing gaze slip up and down my nakedness. “Always too much, but never enough.”

He looked in my eyes lovingly. His gaze saying every thought running through his mind. I didn’t know it was possible, but in that moment it felt like we were getting even closer to one another, we were connecting on a deeper level than we had before. With every touch, kiss, and look he gave me, he was binding himself to me.

Our gazes were still locked when he put his hands in between my legs, pushing them apart. He trailed his palm up my chest and caressed one of my breasts, lightly pitching my hardened nipple. He knew exactly what I wanted him to do, and he didn’t make me wait too long before continuing to play with my body. Still caressing my breast with one hand, he slid down, positioning himself between my spread legs, took his other hand and pulled the hood of my clit away, and finally lowered his head, sucking on my clit. Then he licked a line down between my wet lips, dying to be explored in the most sensual way.

I desperately craved his every touch, his every kiss. The foreplay was torture, but at the same time, I didn’t want it to stop. I was ready to take him inside of me, but I was enjoying him playing with every inch of my body, giving it the care and love he believed I deserved.

Will pulled back to look into my eyes; and when I felt his fingers plunge inside of me, my breath quickened. My hips rose, needing to feel him even deeper inside of me. Leaning over, Will kissed my belly, drawing small circles around my navel with his tongue, while his fingers kept thrusting in and out of me. His lips moved up my chest, then stopped at my breast, and greedily sucked on my delicate nipples, making sounds of ecstasy escape my throat.

He spoke softly of how good my body made him feel. He said he was desperate and weak against its silent invitations.

I knew if he continued, he was going to make me come before I even got the chance to share the pleasure I was feeling with him. He was pleasing me, but I wanted to please him too.

“You are not playing fair,” I said, as I put my hand over his, stopping him from giving me an orgasm before I was ready. “You are still completely dressed, and here I am, lying on the bed, wearing nothing but my stockings and shoes.”

He smirked devilishly at my words. “I don't play fair, I play to win. . .and it looks like I am winning. . .”