That Magical Summer

Chapter 29

WARNING - this part gets extremely dirty ;) dont hate cuz dirty stuff isn’t my speciality but i thought it would really add to the fanfic if it had a dirty scene so yeah. 

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            Your sticky hands clam to his as he leads you into his bedroom. You know what’s happening. You’re not stupid. And you’re ready. Before you even get to the bed, his lips find yours again. A ravenous kiss leads to much, much more. You find the bed with your hands from behind your back. Grabbing for the silkened comforter you fall back onto it, Niall levitating above you. His hungry hands feel your body, up and down, not missing an inch of skin. His fingers play with the hem of your shirt, indicating that he wants it off. You allow him to slip it up your torso, momentarily breaking the kiss to lift it over your head. He throws it across the room, flicking his wrist he brings his hands back to your body. “Babe,” he garbles against your lips. You find your fingers getting caught in his web of hair, needling them in and out you try to deepen the kiss. Feeling his tongue shoving itself into your mouth without permission feels different than ever before. It brings you to another world, another, magical world.

            His sneaky hands nab themselves at the zipper of your jean shorts. He glides down the metal zipper, your muscles instantly loosening. He begins to remove them with his bare, strong hands. You swat them away grinning into the fiery kiss. You feel his lips mold somewhat of a pout as he brings his hands up again to pull them down. You knock his hands down once again, instead driving your hands towards his zipper. He smirks, knowing what you’re doing. You struggle with the clumpy zipper, but manage to get it off, along with his pants. He’s wearing Calvin Klein’s that hug tightly to himself and his growing buldge. His shirt is swiftly thrown off after it revealing his toned figure. You run a curious hand up and down his abs, moaning slightly. As your hands are stuck to his frame, he manages to get your shorts down. You roll on top of him, only in your bra and underwear. He smiles up at you, as you dive in for another quick kiss. You pull away as you can feel his urgency to say something.

“Only if you’re ready babe…” he whispers skimming your sides with his hands.

“I’m ready,” you murmur at his touch. His thumb flicks with the latch of your bra, finally getting it to fall. It falls to his stomach, but he hurries to thrash it away for his hands go straight for your breasts.

“Damn. You’re so damn beautiful,” he breathes. His muscular hands squeeze your boobs together, apart, sideways, every way possible. His fingers roam over you nipples freely, them hardening at his gesture. He flicks them with his pointer finger before he brings his mouth up to them. He sucks gently at first but then draws them in harder with the grasp of his teeth. “I love you,” he snarls against your boobs as he bites down, causing your head to roll back.

“Niall,” you moaned quietly. He doesn’t stop. He suddenly flips you over, onto your back. It’s more of a push, a demand. Before you know what’s happening, he’s prying your legs apart and positioning himself at your entrance. He places a lone wet kiss on your inner thigh, as his hands slip to your underwear. He handles the light fabric in his fingers before slipping them down your legs slowly, seductively. He throws your underwear weakly to the floor along with your other clothes. Including his. Before continuing he adds his underwear to the mix. His cock bouncing up, hitting his abdomen in response, he’s hard and ready for you.