Dirty One Direction Imagines

Dirty Niall Horan Imagine

When they are both undressed Niall slowly leads her to the bed pushing her down against the soft mattress as he kisses every inch of her skin that he can, her back is arched and she’s gasping for air. "more," she says quietly. So Niall abides, he presses her body down to the mattress and hovers above her looking down at her and smiling at the beauty that is his. His slowly thumps away a piece of hair that had found solace on her face and slowly touches the skin of her cheeks with his knuckle, her eyes flutter open past the small droplets of sweat so she can look at him. He smiles widely again and leans down to kiss her.

Niall pulls himself away and walks a few feet back so he can see the art that is his women, his member as the brush and her body as the canvas. He licks his lips as he examines the beautiful fill of her breast, and the nice round shape they hold—her nipples perked into the air glistening from his actions. The lean curve of her stomach leading down to the most beautiful part of her: glistening, ready, and open waiting for him. Her vagina, pink and wet Niall final understands why it’s called a flower, its sweet, sensitive, and when wet resembles an actual flower glowing with dew.

When Niall pulls her legs to his shoulder he smirks at her because he knows what he can do, his eyes never leave her as his head descends into her depths and his tongue tastes her for the first time. The sweet sensation runs in his mouth as he fights to keep his eyes open but he cannot, it’s too good to not savor completely. So he closes his eyes and presses his lips against her clit to taste her more. She lets out a small moan as his tongue glides against her clit, her center rising and falling with the waves of his actions. But Niall doesn’t want her to move because that decreases impact, so he places his hands on her stomach and pins her to the mattress forcing her to feel every single ounce of pleasure.