Louis Tomlinson Imagines

#1. First

Steamy

"This is the best gift ever!" You squeal.

Louis smiles at you.

You move forward and hug Louis. His hands wrap around your waist warmly.

It was your eighteenth birthday, a day ago. You got what you wanted. Sèx with Louis.

After your birthday party Louis took you to his mansion and laid you in his bed. He removed your clothes and satisfied you with the perfect thrusts. Your eyes widened when you realized what he was doing, then your face split into a huge grin.

He was considerate, slow and careful as it was your first time.

You had been asking Louis for sèx since a very long time. An year to be precise. He didn't allow you. He said you were still very young but he promised you that he would have sèx with you after you turned eighteen.

When you woke up in the morning, lying next to Louis. He showed you two tickets to Paris. "You birthday gift." He said in a husky, early morning voice.

And now here you are in Paris, spending the weekend with Louis in your dream place, with your dream boy.

"I'm glad you like it." Louis answers as you break free from the hug.

After loads of shopping and Louis insisting to pay for everything, as "after all he needed his girl to spend the money on", you two return back to the hotel room.

You feel tired. You throw the bags on the table, carefully. Then throw you heels elsewhere and lay on bed. Louis comes to lay beside you.

"Had fun?" He asks.

"Yeah, but it needs a perfect end, to go with it." You say with a smirk.

"And what would that be?" Louis asks, smirking himself.

"Um let me give you a hint. It starts with 's', ends with 'x' and has 'e' in between."

"The hints are very vague. Give me more hints."

"It consists of lots of movement and moaning."

"Oh, a kiss!" Louis guesses, his eyes lighting up with amusement and a smirk plastered on his face.

"Wrong!" You click your tongue. "How about I demonstrate?!" You say.

"Oh, sure!" Louis says grinning.

You make Louis remove his clothes and you do the same with yours.

You are now in your lacy black bra and thongs, which who bought before coming to Paris.

You order him to sit on the bed, and he obeys. You sit on top of him and straddle your legs around him.

You and Louis moan at the same time, with the contact of his crotch against your intimate part. You both laugh.

You move back some inches until his boxers with a big bulge are in view. You put your hands in his boxers and pull out his length. Louis' eyes have darkened with lust, and you bet, so have yours.

You examine his length, then with Louis' guidance you work on it, slow at first, then harder and faster making Louis moan and scream your name. You love to see Louis in this state of ecstacy.