The Only Time

The delicious smell of fried chicken fills my nostrils when I enter my flat. I smile brightly, putting my keys in the dish right by the door. I walk toward the kitchen, throwing my back in a chair in our living room. I come around to find Louis carefully eyeing the chicken that is cooking in the scalding oil. He doesn’t notice me.

“Fried chicken?” I ask, curious.

Louis flinches at my voice. “Jesus, Malina. You scared the piss out of me!” I laugh. “And yes, we’re having fried chicken. Well, oven-fried chicken to be exact.” He pulls out the pieces of poultry one by one placing them on a baking sheet with a wire rack over it. “We’re going on an American adventure today, love.” Louis puts the rest of the chicken into the saucepan.

“Ah, I see,” I say slyly as I make my way over to Louis. I wrap my arms around his waist from behind and rest my head against his strong back. “What made you decide make this? I mean, cook for me.”

Louis smiles. “Just because… I love you.”

“Aw,” I gush sarcastically. “I love you too, Louis Bear.”

Louis twists in my arms to face me. He kisses my forehead and buries his nose in my hair. He loves the smell of my shampoo. He pulls away to make eye contact with me. “How was your day?”

“Fine,” I sigh. “Just another day at the grind.” I smirk.

“What?” Louis tilts his head to the side, getting back to the chicken.

I look up into his eyes, searching for the answers to life like I always do. “You’re just so good to me. No matter how stressful work is, I know I came home and you’re there for me.”

“Aw, Malina. I think you’re going soft.”

I lean up and I press my lips against and fight my way into his mouth. I kiss him deeply and then quickly pulling away, biting his lip as I do so. Louis’ head cranes toward me, wanting more. “I don’t think I’ve gone soft.”

“Prove it,” Louis grunts.

My lips crash into Louis and our mouths open simultaneously. Louis’ hands travel roughly across my waist. My breath grows heavy as I hunger for his touch—his intimate touch. His lips move to my neck and I tilt my head back, closing my eyes at the sensation.

“Go to the bedroom and get undressed,” Louis pants. “I’ve got to put the chicken in the oven. We’ve got thirty minutes.” He winks.

I sprint to our bedroom, pulling my top off and unbuttoning my pants. Louis enters behind me, shirtless and working on his jeans. I slide my pants off and unclasp my bra, sliding onto the smooth comforter. Louis steps forward and stands before me. I place my hand on his erection through his boxer briefs, stroking it. I slowly pull them down and place my mouth on him. Louis gasps at the feeling. I bob my head back and forth along his shaft, taking great pleasure in the moans that are coming from Louis.

Louis winces and lightly pushes me away. “No… get on the bed.”

“Bu—“

Louis look me in the eye. “Trust me.”

“Are you sure? I was just getting into my groove.”

“I’m sure.” He smiles widely.

I do what I’m told and I slide on the bed, facing Louis. He kisses me and tells me to lay back and spread my legs. Louis drops to his knees and he kisses my inner thigh. My breath wavers and I become tense.

“Relax,” Louis breathes, his breath blowing lightly against my skin.

I close my eyes and my muscles ease into a more comfortable position. I spread my legs farther and Louis traces his finger up my inner thigh. I’m so turned on I can barely stand it. I need him to do it—now.

“I love you,” Louis whispers.

“I love you too,” I respond quietly.

I gasp as I feel a cold sensation—Louis’ finger inside me. He then slides in another and I let out the breath I had been holding. I grip the comforter in my fists, preparing for what is coming next. And then it comes—Louis’ tongue against me, against my sex. The feeling is glorifying.

“Oh, yes, Louis,” I murmur and I hear him chuckle. He has me right where he wants me.
I feel Louis’ tongue travels along the curves of my sex until he stops at my clitoris. I yelp at the touch. He strokes it with his tongue, teasing me.

“C’mon, Louis! Please!” I shout frantically. I look up to find Louis smiling mischievously.
He gets back to work. He sucks on my clitoris for a few seconds and then pulls away to make it easier for his fingers to slide in and out of me. I watch as his head turns and changes position as he tries to find the right angle. It’s all good to me. I feel like he’s trying too hard. But going down on a girl well is an art form. It cannot be learned overnight.

Louis pulls his fingers out of my vagina and pushes them against my clitoris. “God, you’re so wet,” he hisses seductively.

I lean onto my back and close my eyes once more to absorb the moment and to drown out all other stimuli. I grab at my breasts, twisting my nipples to add to the effect. I bite my lip and suppress a satisfied smile. I moan, groan, and shout as Louis continues to work his magic. But then it hits—he’s found my sweet spot.

“Oh! Oh my God!” I cry out, tensing up again, but then trying my best to stay calm. I’m not ready to be done yet!

I breathe in and out deeply but Louis just keeps going. His tongue is heaven sent and his fingers are the work of a higher power. I squeeze my eyes shut and then open them, repeating this multiple times. I feel at peace yet so aroused at the same time. I feel as if in moments like this, Louis and I are one.

It hits me like a hurricane. A prickly feeling travels up my arms and down my legs. My toes curl as tight as they can. I feel a sweat start to come on. My hips begin to roll as a quicker and quicker rhythm. My bones feel hollow, as if I’m a bird that can just fly away. The pressure behind my forehead grows more intense and it feels as if it’s going to push right through my skull. It sounds painful but it’s the exact opposite. It’s beyond the opposite; it’s perfection. My jaw drops, my eyes fly open, and my hips roll into a standstill position. I’m done.

After a few seconds, my lower half collapses onto the bed. Louis pulls away and watches me, panting and spent on the bed. He hangs over me and wordlessly expresses his love and devotion to me. He just did that. Louis kisses my forehead and then kisses me on my lips. It grows into a deep kiss, his tongue warm against mine.

Louis breaks the embrace. “I better go check on the chicken. It should be done soon.”

I smirk. “Still hungry, eh? I thought you would have been full after that.”
Louis laughs. “What can I say? I’ve got a big appetite.” He kisses my forehead once more and then starts to get dressed. I do the same, following him into the kitchen. Man, that chicken smells good.

Notes

Yay! I'm back! I loved this one but now I really want some fried chicken. Lol. Hope you enjoyed this, Malina! I have no more requests now so keep 'em coming! And don't forget to check out the Big Announcement that is explained in the chapter before this. See you all again soon!

Title Credit: "Get On Your Knees" by Nicki Minaj feat. Ariana Grande
Malina's Outfit: http://tinyurl.com/m6ww7h2