Convalescence

XVIII.

Niall's POV

Two days had passed since that amazing night with Lili in the back seat of his car - two very long days - and Niall simply could not get his mind off the events that occurred. He was completely consumed by the memory.

The shape of her lips would forever be burned against his. Not that he minded, of course.

Niall was blown away by Lili's ability to pleasure him so effortlessly and so perfectly. It was like she was so in tune with him and his body that she knew exactly how to get him going without even trying. Her ability to care for him was phenomenal and like nothing he'd ever experienced.

It was obvious in the moment that she was extremely nervous, but he could only tell because he knew her so well. Her performance absolutely did not reflect the storm of anxiety he knew had been brewing in her mind.

Even though she had initiated everything, he saw so clearly in her eyes how freaked out she was when the spotlight was on her, which broke his heart a bit.

It fucking hurt knowing that was so self-conscious about every little thing she did. How hyperaware she was of the things she said or did, or the way she acted. All Niall wanted to do was show her how perfect she was. 

But he loved the confidence she had managed to find, both in the moments leading up to the main event and throughout the course of the night. Even if it took a bit of time, Niall knew she would find it eventually and did what he could to encourage her.

There was something so unbelievably sexy about a woman who knew how to take control in the moment and perform to the highest of standards. 

Of course, Lili Hughes was so much more than a sexual phenomenon - she was gorgeous, intelligent, funny, caring, exciting. Perfection wrapped into a human.  

She was an absolute dream of a woman in every possible way, shape, and form. He cherished her for so much more than just her ability to please him like she had the other night. Their relationship went leaps and bounds further than sex. 

But that didn't mean he couldn't allow himself to enjoy those moments where she did become a beautiful, sexual prowess for him. Watching the confidence take over her body was magical.

It had been a long, lonely 48 hours. Every few minutes, the image of her on her knees in front of him would flash through Niall's mind, and he literally had to take a breather, willing himself not to grow rock hard in the moment.

Which proved to be much more difficult than he ever thought it could be. It was impossible not to think about her. Or her lips. Or her hands...

He really couldn't believe this woman was his and no one else's. Not that he wanted to sound obsessive or territorial, but it was true.

Lili Hughes had chosen to be with him. She'd given herself to Niall in every possible way, as he had done with her. They belonged to no one but each other, and that made him happier than words could express.

Niall had always dreamed about having someone to be his forever – the person who would remain by his side through all the trials and tribulations life brought him. Someone who could be his partner and lover until the day he died.

And Lili could very well be exactly that. How in the fucking world could he have gotten so lucky?

It really wasn't fair to everyone else that he got to be with the greatest woman in the entire world. She'd chosen him over everyone else. What could he have possibly done to deserve her?

The sound of his phone vibrating on the couch beside him brought Niall's mind back to reality, shaking him from his very vivid thoughts of his angel.

Pausing the show he'd been trying to watch, Niall picked up his phone and answered on the third ring.