The Champagne Lovers

Epilogue

My fingers moved over Nialls back, his shirt was hanging open and my arms were snaked between the soft fabric and his warm skin, my hands grazing down over the curve at the base of his spine, I smiled as I felt goose bumps flood his body from my touch, my fingers curling into his skin, my nails leaving small red marks in their wake, the feel of his hips shifting forward ever so slightly, pinning me to the wooden surface of the door a lit more forcefully, forming a soft moan which involuntarily escaped from my throat.  

I felt Nialls lips pucker into a smirk as they left soft kisses on my neck, moving painfully slowly until he reached that sweet spot behind my ear, one hand braced on the opposite cheek and the other clenched in the fabric of my shirt on my waist.  My hands slid up under his shirt, over his shoulder blades, pulling his chest down toward me, he nipped the lobe of my ear with his teeth, his cheek pressed against mine, his breath warm on the shell of my ear, the swirling heat of our bodies rising around us

"mmm Angel... I love hearing you moan"

His voice was low and raspy and sent a shiver up my spine as I tried to concentrate on the feeling of his lips as he kissed my cheek, the corner of my mouth, his lips finally landing on mine, causing a sharp intake of breath in my chest, my hands slipping down his back to the waistband of his jeans, thankful that he'd yet to put on a belt and there was a little extra room in the jeans he'd chosen to wear, allowing me just enough space for me to slide my hands beneath the fabric over his velvety skin

"Niall... James... Horan... you cheeky... man" I whispered between kisses, a smile spreading across face, my hands cupping the bare skin of Nialls pert behind giving him a gentle squeeze, his chest rumbling with that signature laugh, both arms dropping low around my waist holding me to him, his nose grazing softly over mine, his eyes fluttering,

"well... I didn't have any spare underwear in your hotel room now did I Angel, what is a man to do..? I keep telling you we should tell the tour company just to book us one room instead of two"

his lips were back on mine, the butterflies whirling in my stomach, fluttering up into my chest, his hands dipped under my shirt running up my back, holding me hard against he door of his dressing room, I turned my face slightly, his lips naturally moving back across my jaw and down to my neck

"I know... I know we should have, its not like we've spent a night apart since London"

Niall pulled back just enough so there was a little space between our chests, our hips still pressed together, his leaning into me, his fingers coming to the front of my shirt slowly opening the buttons, one by one his eyes, hooded, locked on mine,

"exactly... and that's 5 months of absolutely incredible sex Angel... and that's on top of the 3 months of insane sex we had before were an official couple... but as much as I love all that, I am tired of not knowing where my pants are" he said with a chuckle

He pushed the fabric of my shirt off my shoulders letting it pool on the floor, instantly dipping his lips, placing wet kisses deep across my chest,

"well then... I guess its a good job that tonight's the last night of the tour... and you'll have your pants back in your own apartment by tomorrow night" 

my breath caught again, he really was making it hard to maintain steady breaths right now, his expert fingers hooking under the strap of my bra, pulling the fabric of the cup down, running his tongue from my collarbone, down my chest until it was circling my nipple, his lips closing around the sensitive puckered bud making me moan, my fingers laced in his hair scratching across his scalp like I know he loves

"Hmmmm... I was going to talk to you about that actually..."

his hands slid to my back unclasping my bra, throwing the fabric across his dressing room, it was becoming increasingly hard to concentrate on his words, all my efforts going into staying standing, the adrenaline running through me starting to make the muscles in my legs quiver,