Chapter 17: Not Lou...Again
@Lou's House
Dear Diary, : Lou opened the door of his house, his tall, muscular frame filling the doorway. The sun was setting behind him, casting a warm golden glow over his silver-streaked hair and beard. He looked like a god standing there, his eyes scanning the shoreline as if searching for something.
I smiled up at him, my heart fluttering in my chest. "I was eager to spend this weekend only with you. And what a house you have!" I exclaimed, my eyes widening as I stepped inside. The foyer was a grand display of marble floors, high ceilings, and a stunning chandelier that cast a warm, inviting glow. The walls were adorned with beautiful artwork, and the air was filled with the scent of expensive flowers. "Lou, this place is incredible!"
Lou smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he looked at me. "Thank you, Isabella. I'm glad you like it." He closed the door behind us, and I continued to look around, amazed at the opulence of his home. "I had no idea you lived in such luxury," I said, my voice filled with awe. "This place is like something out of a magazine." Lou chuckled, his hand gently guiding me further into the house.
"This place has been in my family for decades. My great-grandfather bought it back in the early 1900s when it was just a small beach cottage. He had a vision to transform it into something magical."
I raised an eyebrow, impressed. "And he certainly succeeded. It's breathtaking, Lou." I turned to him, my eyes sparkling with curiosity. "But why haven't I seen this place before? You've never brought me here."
Lou's smile softened, and he took my hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I wanted this weekend to be special, just for us. I thought it would be a wonderful opportunity to share my family's legacy with you. But," he added with a mischievous grin, "it's not all about the house.
Why don't we take advantage of this beautiful sunset and go for a walk on the beach?"
I laughed, his excitement infectious. "I thought you'd never ask." Lou led me outside, the warm ocean breeze ruffling my hair as we made our way down the stone pathway towards the private beach. The sand was soft and golden under my feet, the tide gently lapping against the shore. As we walked, Lou's hand found mine, his fingers intertwining with mine as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"It's been a while since we've done something like this," he said, his voice soft and thoughtful. "Just the two of us, no distractions, no past mistakes hanging over our heads."
I squeezed his hand, feeling a familiar warmth spread through me at his touch. "It feels good to be here with you, Lou.
Just the two of us," I said, my voice soft and content as we walked along the shore. The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the ocean, painting the sky in hues of pink, orange, and purple. "The sunset is beautiful, isn't it?" I added, my eyes scanning the stunning display of colors.
Lou looked over at me, his eyes reflecting the same warm light, and smiled. "It is," he agreed, his voice filled with a sense of peace. "But not as beautiful as you." I felt myself blush at his words, my heart fluttering in my chest.
"You always know what to say to make me feel special, Lou," I said, my voice filled with gratitude. Lou chuckled, his hand tightening around mine. "That's because you are special, Isabella.
You're the most incredible woman I've ever met," Lou said softly, his thumb gently tracing circles on the small of my back, causing a shiver to run down my spine. Lou's hand slipped to my waist, pulling me closer to him as we walked, his fingers splaying out possessively.
I looked up at him, my breath hitching slightly as I felt the heat of his touch through the thin fabric of my dress. "Lou," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. "What are you doing?"
Lou's eyes darkened, and he leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. "Showing you how much I've missed you, how much I want you," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I'm not going to let you slip away from me again, Isabella.
Not this time," Lou murmured against my skin, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. Before I could respond, he leaned in, capturing my lips with his own. The kiss was fierce, hungry, and it took my breath away. His mouth was hot and insistent, his tongue demanding entry as his hands tightened around my waist, pulling me even closer to him.
I melted into his embrace, my body responding to his touch as if it were a long-lost memory. My hands found their way into his hair, tangling in the silver-streaked locks as I deepened the kiss, my tongue meeting his in a passionate dance. The world around us faded away, leaving only the two of us, the crash of the waves against the shore, and the heat of our bodies pressing together.
Lou's kiss was like a declaration of war, a fierce and relentless battle that left me breathless and aching for more. My body responded to his touch as if it were a long-lost memory, my nipples hardening against my thin dress, my pussy throbbing and growing wet with each passing second.
"Lou," I moaned against his lips, my hands gripping his hair tighter. "You're making me so wet. I can feel it, like a river between my legs." Lou growled in response, his hands sliding down to cup my ass, lifting me off the ground as he pressed himself against me, his hard cock grinding against my core. "That's just the beginning, Isabella," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine.
"I want to take you right here, right now, under the stars." Lou's hands gripped my ass tighter, lifting me higher as he began to walk us back towards the beach house.
I gasped, my breath hitching in my throat at the thought. "Lou, wait," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "We can't. What if someone sees us?"
Lou's eyes darkened, his pupils dilated with desire. "Then let them watch," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Let them see how much I want you, how much I need you."
I shook my head, my heart pounding in my chest. "I can't," I said, my voice filled with uncertainty. "I'm too shy, Lou.
Let's go inside, it's getting cold," I whispered, my voice trembling slightly as I pulled away from his kiss. Lou's expression softened, his eyes searching mine as if looking for the truth behind my words. He nodded, his grip on me loosening as he set me back down on the sand. "As you wish, my love," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of disappointment. We walked back towards the beach house in silence, the cool ocean breeze wrapping around us like a chilly embrace. As we stepped inside, Lou closed the door behind us, sealing us off from the world outside. The air inside was warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the cold night air that had begun to creep in. I shivered slightly, rubbing my arms to warm myself up.
"The living room is lovely and warm, but the bedroom could be much warmer," I said, my voice soft and thoughtful as I looked around the spacious living area. Lou smiled, his eyes reflecting the flickering light of the fireplace. "I'll make sure to turn up the heat in the bedroom for you, my love," he said, his voice filled with a sense of reassurance. "Would you like a drink while I do that?" I nodded, a small smile playing on my lips. "That would be wonderful, thank you," I said, my voice filled with gratitude. Lou poured us each a glass of red wine, the deep crimson liquid swirling gently as he handed me one of the glasses. I took a sip, the warm liquid coating my throat and warming me from the inside out. "This is delicious," I murmured, my eyes meeting Lou's.
The warmth from the wine and the fireplace had begun to chase away the chill from the beach, but there was another heat building within me, a heat that was entirely Lou's doing. He looked at me, his eyes dark with desire, and I could see the question in them. He was wondering if I was still hesitant, if I was still unsure about us. He had to be wondering why I had pulled away from his kiss earlier, why I had insisted we go inside. "Lou," I said, my voice barely above a whisper, my eyes never leaving his. "I want you. I'm just... nervous. It's been a while." Lou smiled, his eyes softening at my words. He set his glass down on the table next to him and took a step closer to me. "Isabella," he said, his voice low and soothing. "There's no rush.
We have all night," Lou murmured, his hand reaching out to tuck a strand of golden hair behind my ear. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I was about to do. I needed to show Lou that I was committed to us, that I wanted him as much as he wanted me.
"Lou, thank you for being so patient," I said, my voice soft and sincere. "I'm just... excited. And nervous. But I want this. I want you."
Lou's eyes searched mine, and I could see the hunger in them, the desire that mirrored my own. I stepped closer to him, my heart pounding in my chest. My hand reached down, my fingers wrapping around the bulge in his shorts, feeling the hard length of him beneath the thin fabric.
Lou let out a low growl, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before snapping back open, locked onto mine. He pulled me closer, his hands on my waist, lifting me slightly so that I was on my tiptoes, my knees slightly bent around him. I could feel the heat of him through the thin material of my dress, the rough denim of his shorts scratching against my inner thighs.
"Lou, I want you," I said, my voice barely a whisper, but filled with all the intensity I felt inside. I wanted him to know that, despite my earlier hesitation, I was here, now, with him. He responded by crashing his mouth down onto mine, his kiss demanding and possessive. His hands slid down to my ass, gripping me tightly as he ground himself against me, his hard cock pressing insistently against my core.
I gasped into his mouth, my own hands undoing the buttons of his shirt, needing to feel the heat of his skin against mine. Lou broke the kiss for a moment, his breath ragged as he trailed his lips down my neck, his hands roaming my body, cupping my breasts through the thin fabric of my dress. "Lou," I moaned, arching into his touch, my head falling back to give him better access. He took advantage, his mouth finding my collarbone, his teeth nipping gently before his tongue soothed the spot. His hands tugged at the straps of my dress, pushing them down over my shoulders, exposing my breasts to the cool night air. He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight of me, semi-clothed and panting with need. "Beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Isabella." My heart pounded in my chest as I watched him take in the sight of me, my nipples hardening into tight peaks under his gaze. He leaned down, his lips capturing one of the hardened buds, his tongue swirling around it, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to my core. I moaned, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as I ground myself against him. I needed him inside me. I needed him to fill me up, to make me whole again.
"Lou," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of our ragged breaths. "I want to feel you inside me. I want you to fill me up, to make me whole again." Lou's eyes met mine, his breath hitching at my words.
He nodded, his lips curling up into a wicked smile. "As you wish, my love," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He scooped me up into his arms, his strength surprising me as he carried me towards the bedroom. "Let's take this to the bedroom," I suggested, my voice filled with anticipation, my heart pounding in my chest with a mix of excitement and nervousness.
Lou kicked the door closed behind us, the room instantly enveloping us in a cocoon of warmth and intimacy. The bed was large and inviting, the crisp white sheets beckoning us like a promise of pleasure. Lou laid me down gently, his eyes never leaving mine as he began to undress me slowly, his touch reverent and sensual.
"Isabella," he whispered, his fingers tracing the curve of my shoulder, my arm, my hip.
"I want to taste you first," Lou murmured, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties, tugging gently. His eyes darkened as he awaited my response, his breath hitching with impatience and desire. I looked up at him, my heart pounding in my chest, my body aching with anticipation. I knew what he wanted, what he craved, and the thought of him between my legs, his mouth on my most intimate place, sent a shiver of excitement and nervousness through me. I nodded slightly, giving him my consent, and Lou's eyes lit up with a fierce, primal hunger. He slid his hands under my ass, his fingers gripping me tightly as he lifted me off the bed, positioning me in front of him. I spread my legs, allowing him access, and Lou leaned in, his breath hot against my skin.
"Lou," I moaned softly, my hips arching slightly as he began to kiss my inner thigh. "I've missed this. I've missed you, your big cock, your mouth on me." Lou growled in response, his hands tightening on my hips as he continued to kiss and nip at my skin. "I've missed you too, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
"You have no idea how much I've longed to taste you again." Isabella's fingers traced his muscles, feeling the hard lines of his chest and abs beneath her touch. She could feel the coiled strength in him, the pent-up power that made her insides clench with anticipation. Lou's growl rumbled against her skin as she explored his body, her touch igniting a fire within him.
His grip tightened on her hips, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "You're driving me crazy, Isabella," he groaned, his teeth nipping at her skin.
"This teasing, your nails digging into my scalp..." His voice trailed off into a low growl as he kissed a path up her thigh, moving closer to her core. Isabella's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. She arched her back, pressing herself against his mouth, her breath coming in short gasps. Lou's hands tightened on her hips, his fingers biting into her soft flesh as he finally reached her center. He inhaled deeply, his nose brushing against her most sensitive spot, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her. "Lou," she whimpered, her body trembling with anticipation. She could feel his breath, hot and damp, lingering on her skin. She writhed beneath him, desperate for more, desperate for him to finally taste her. Lou chuckled darkly, his breath warm and tantalizing.
"You're not making this easy, are you, Isabella?" he murmured, his lips grazing my inner thigh, teasing me mercilessly. I moaned, my hips bucking slightly, seeking more. "Lou, please," I begged, my voice a desperate whisper. "I need you. I need your big cock inside me. Please, make love to me." Lou's head snapped up, his eyes locking onto mine. "As you wish, my love," he said, his voice thick with desire and promise.
Lou's hands gripped my hips, guiding me as he positioned himself at my entrance. I looked into his eyes, our gazes locked as he slowly pressed the head of his cock into me. A low moan escaped my lips as I felt him stretch me, fill me. It had been too long. I'd missed this, missed him. Lou groaned in response, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before snapping back open, locked onto mine. He slid in further, his cock filling me inch by inch, his thrusts slow and gentle, allowing me to adjust to his size. "Isabella," he murmured, his voice a low rumble, his hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. "You feel so fucking good. So tight and warm." His lips found mine, our kiss deep and passionate, our tongues tangling as he continued his slow, deliberate thrusts.
I arched my back, moaning, the pleasure building inside me with each inch he gave. Lou's hands gripped my hips tighter, his fingertips digging into my soft flesh as he began to move faster, his hips slapping against mine. The sound of our bodies coming together filled the room, a primal rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart.
With each thrust, Lou's cock filled me completely, touching every part of me, making me feel whole again. I looked into his eyes, our gazes locked, and I felt a warmth spread through me, a warmth that had nothing to do with the physical pleasure he was giving me. "Lou," I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper, "I feel like I'm in heaven right now. This... this is exactly where I'm supposed to be."
Lou's face softened, his lips curling up into a tender smile as he continued to move inside me. "I've waited so long to hear you say that," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I've waited so long for you to feel this, to feel us." He leaned down, his lips brushing against mine, his kiss gentle and loving. "I've missed you so much, Isabella."
And it as the moment Isabella destroyed everything. Taken by the heat of the moment, the pleasure, sex, Isabella cums and screams:
"I love you, Joel!" Lou's body freezes, his cock still deep inside her. The warmth and tenderness that had been in his eyes just moments ago turns into cold, hard stone. He slowly pulls out of her, his face a mask of shock and betrayal. "What did you just say?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper, but filled with a deep, palpable anger.
Isabella's eyes widen, the realization of what she's done hitting her like a freight train. She tries to sit up, her hands shaking as she covers her mouth in shock. "Oh God, Lou, I'm so sorry," she cries, her voice trembling with fear and guilt. "I didn't mean to say that, I swear. It just slipped out."
"We were making love TO ME and you slipped out YOUR EX-NAME?". The face of Lou was something sad and angry. He got up, took all my clothes, put on a suitcase and drove me to a bus station.
Before leaving, Lou looked at me and said, seriously:
"What I did to you in the past was wrong. I realized what I was missing. But today, you showed me how regretful you are being with me. Do you know what's worse? I'm in love with you. That's life. I made you suffer. Now it's your time to make me suffer."
And he left, abandoning me alone in a bus station.