A Lie Is A Lie (Niall Horan)

21. Niall's Princess

"But I want to," the honest words leaving my mouth. It's true. I do want to. I've wanted to since I was 15, I've wanted to since he asked me to be his girlfriend, I wanted to on the night in Paris, I've wanted to before we confessed our love for each other. This is something I've always wanted. Niall titled his head and kissed my lips again. It was like a magnet, completley attracted and hard to pull away. Our lips are moving in sync and it feels so passionate. He started to stand up off the couch and I did the same. He then picked up my legs and wrapped them around my waist. His hands then travelled down to my bum to support my body. My hands were now toying in his hair, making it completley scruffy and sexy. I've know that this isn't my first time, but I've always wanted the guy to pick me up and carry me to the room while we make out. I don't know why. I think it's so sexy and romantic and it looks so perfect in the movies. And I can't believe that it's happening to me now. He turned around and began walking to his room, his lips left mine and went down to my neck. His lips were attacking my skin, biting different places, leaving love bites. When his lips went to a spot right underneath my jaw and ear, I moaned out loud, as Niall had found my sweet spot. I was literally melting. I feel like I'm going to explode.

We made it to his room, and he shut the door. I let myself down. I tried as hard as I could and pulled away. His forehead was resting against mine, I could feel his warm, beer-scented breath on my face. "Do you have protection?"

"Yeah, I do,"

Okay, good. I won't have to use the ones I brought. We then continued to where we left of. But we went slowly. We wanted to take in every precious moment. My fingers were roaming his neck, his skin is so gentle and soft. Without speaking, I parted away and began to lift his shirt. He lifted his arms and I pulled the shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor. His fingers were tuggin on the bottom of my shirt. I looked at his beautiful face as he was focussing on my shirt. As it was reaching my shoulders, I raised my arms and he took it off. He kicked off his shoes and I did the same with my Converse. I then kneeled down and my hands then went his belt and I began to undo the buckle. After I got it off, I pulled the zipper down and tugged his pants off. He stepped out of his pants and I stood up and gave him a kiss. He took off my jeans quite slowly,  my body was responding with anticipation. After he got my jeans to my ankles, I stepped out of them and kicked them away. We went back to kissing and began walking to the bed, our lips never leaving. I finally felt the bed against my leg and I fell backwards into it. Niall's bare chest was on top of mine. My hands were exploring every part of his back. It was different. Amazing.

We rolled over so then I was on top. I then stardled him and sat up. He rested on his elbows, looking at me. Without leaving eye contact, I reached to my bra clasp and undid it. I slipped the strands out of my arm and threw it on the floor. I then slowly reached over to him and continued to kiss him. We then got under the covers together. Niall's hands were travelling from my waist, down my stomach to my underwear waist band. He slowly bgean to take off my underwear. Oh my God. My hands went to his boxer shorts and I fiddled with the waistband. I then slid them off. We rolled over so he was on top. He wanted to be to take the lead tonight. As she was on top of me, he briefly looked at my body. This is technically the third time that Niall is seeing me this way, but it honestly feels like the first time ever. "Hold on," He whispered. He reached his hand over to the bedside table and grabbed a condom packet. As he was putting it on, I looked at his face. The face of someone who is honest, kind and will always put other before himself. I am just so lucky to have him in my life.  He put it on and looked at me. He had a smile on his face and asked, "Ready?"

I nodded lightly.

You bet I was.

The Next Morning...