NiallAlways me?
Always. Me.
Looking down at Hunter beneath me, I keep myself propped up by dropping down to my elbow while using my other hand to cradle her beautiful face in my palm, leaning forward to press my lips against hers.
This kiss is slow, different from the hungry and rushed way we kissed when her soul decided to meet me in the hallway. I let all of my emotions pour out of me as we taste the sweet, sweet desire lingering between the two of us.
Teasing her bottom lip with my tongue, the whimper that comes from her fills the space in my brain and has my already painful want for her making my head spin around in circles.
"Hunter." Taking her bottom lip between my teeth, my hold on her cheek falls and trails along the side of her body until the smooth skin of her thigh brushes against my knuckles. "Tell me again. Tell me what you want, bookworm."
Arching her back, my palm slides from the front of her thigh around to her ass, the very tips of my fingers running just under the seam of her lacy underwear as her voice comes out in a whisper. "Please Niall, I want you. All of you."
"Can I take these off?" I let my fingers dance along the waistline of the black material. "Let you come on my fingers, come on my tongue.."
"Yes." Hunter's hoarse answer has me sitting back on my heels as my eyes lock with hers. Sliding my hands under the hem of the well worn Prince t-shirt, I hooked my thumbs along the lace that lays across each hip as I pulled them down her long and glorious legs.
"This too?" I tug on the edge of the black shirt as silence settles between us before Hunter sits up, crossing her arms as she reaches for the hem to pull it over her head, laying back down and letting her auburn hair frame her face. "Fucking hell, look at you."
Her hands fly up to cover her face as she laughs, her cheeks turning the slightest shade of strawberry pink. "Oh my god, stop!"
Taking her hands in my own I lean forward to pin them above her head. "Stop what, telling you that you are beautiful? Stunning? Captivating? Sexy? Gorgeous? Should I keep going?"
Melodious laughter bubbles from Hunter's lips moments before my own mixes with hers, the huge smile on my face only going away when I press my lips back against hers.
"If you don't believe me, my darling bookworm, let me show you." My lips trail across her jaw and down to her neck, taking my sweet ass time. "When I'm finished with you, there won't be a doubt in your mind that you aren't every single one of those phrases and more."
Leaving wet open mouthed kisses along her collarbone, I take the opportunity to leave a reminder for her by sucking harshly on the swell of her breasts, going over the dark marks with my tongue after as my own silent way of apologizing.
If I had any indication that Hunter wasn't as turned on as I was, they flew out the window the moment my mouth took her pebbled nipple into my mouth — swirling my tongue in a lazy pattern as she moaned out my name.
Dragging my tongue across the valley between her perfect tits, I keep my hold on her wrists, keeping them above her head as my hand dips between her thighs, my fingers making a slow pass through her drenched heat and stopping to add just the slightest pressure to her clit.
Another soft whimper makes me take her other nipple into my mouth at the same time I slide one finger into her only to pull out and thrust two back inside with no resistance, working her clit with the heel of my palm as my mouth takes all the time in the world leaving marks along her chest and nipping at the sensitive areas that were hard for me.
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FanfictionWorking with Niall Horan comes with rules, a strict schedule, and a non-disclosure agreement that rivals the length of a novel. Hunter Gray is reserved and quiet, rarely ever seen without at least one book in her hands at any given moment. When th...