Let Me Adore You (N.H.)

20

"Focus on me?" I asked him, confused. 

My head was still spinning from the events that had happened, not knowing what he meant. In another situation, I would've guessed it but my brain was detached from the rest of my body, not working the way it should be.

"Yes, you. You want that don't you?" Niall came closer and I couldn't take a step back or move away, I was solely watching him closing his belt. 

"Then sit down onto my bed, back against the headboard please."  

My womanhood clenched at his words and I sat down on the white sheets, swinging my legs over the edge and moving back by pressing my palms into the mattress until I felt the headboard and his pillow in my lower back. I had no idea what was going to happen, but I wasn't scared. Niall had a plan. He always had a plan.

His breathing went back to normal when he leaned over me, kissing me passionately. His lips were a bit drier than before, probably due to the fact that he had them exposed to the drying air in this room when he pleasured himself, not being able to keep them moisturised.

What would happen next? Do I have to do the same he did? Letting him watch me while I showed him my most private parts? I would've done a lot for him in this moment, but being watched? I didn't know if I could do it. 

While drowning into the kiss, Niall sat down on the edge of the bed, close enough that his hands could travel down to the button of my pants, opening it hastily. He had to assist me. Or else I couldn't do this. I wasn't as brave or as self confident as he was. I would be deeply embarrassed.

I would've helped him hooking my fingers in the waistband of my jeans, pushing them down, yet I only lifted my hips so it was easier for him to slide it down my legs. His hands grabbed my calves and my ankles, pulling the fabric over my feet one by one while interrupting our kiss, throwing my pants behind him where they landed at the very end of his bed, half of them laying on the ground. Out of reflex and shame, I pressed my legs together, hands intertwined in my lap. My face was most likely red. 

"I don't know if I can do it." I spoke out, voice not wavering once. My professor broke out of his trance, a layer of worry ghosting over his face, hands still holding onto my calf.

"Do what?" 

I swallowed the lump down my throat, biting the inside of my cheeks in.

"Touching myself with your eyes constantly on me." Admitting it felt better, especially since Niall put his hand on my cheek, the other one covering my shaking hands in my lap. 

"You don't have to darling if it makes you uncomfortable." He assured me, looking me deep in the eyes while speaking, waiting for a response. I was thankful he understood. Maybe I would be able to do it one day, just not now. I hummed, fighting myself to lift the corners of my mouth. That was when Niall seemed to have another idea, standing up and moving the pillow behind my back.

"Come on, scoot forward." Confusedly I did what he said, leaning forward. In one quick motion, my professor held onto my shoulders and sliding behind me, placing his legs on either side of me. 

"That way we don't have to keep eye contact." Pulling me back, my spine met his chest. It was warm and his breath grazed my neck whenever he exhaled. Niall adjusted my position by snaking his arm around my stomach and yanking me closer to him, just holding me like that afterwards. A gasp left my mouth and I pressed my fingertips in his exposed forearm before he put his chin on my shoulder, murmuring into my ear.

"And I can encourage you better, being so close." His left hand slid over my thigh, prying it more open. His arm on my stomach didn't do anything better, it made the absence of gravity in my body far more worse, so worse I had to claw into his leg.