Love Affair: A romantic sexual relationship, especially one between people who are not married to each other.
Multimillionaire Niall Horan grew up surrounded by the warmth of Niamh Murphy, falling slowly in love with her until they married and reloc...
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My fingertips dig deep into Niall's shoulder blades, clinging to him desperately while his hips move harshly into me.
What started as a teasing game managed to work Niall up until he decided his outlet for his frustrations was fucking me sensless in what feels like the middle of the night. I don't even know what the time is but I can't focus on anything other than the way Niall's body touches mine with the most rough but gentle affection.
"Can you feel me baby? Feel me so deep in your tummy, fucking you so good." He groans above me, his teeth clenching with his eyes pinched shut before letting out a pleasured moan.
My stomach goes fuzzy hearing him sound so pleasured, arching up into him more like I'm unable to control my body. I whimper, curling into him with my forehead pressed against his slightly sweaty skin, sliding my hands around his body to cling to the man I love.
"Fuck, Evie... you feel so good baby." He moans, squeezing me to him tighter before he moves us.
A shocked squeal leaves me as he rolls us over, thankfully not accidentally rolling onto the floor like he's done in the past. He squeezes my ass hard, sinking his teeth into the side of my neck like some sex desperate vampire while I try my hardest to maintain a steady rhythm above him.
The sound of him beginning to trail wet kisses up the expanse of my neck blends beautifully with my heavy pants to create the most sexual melody in our bedroom.
"You're beautiful, you know?" He mumbles into my skin.
My eyes flutter shut while his large hands caress every inch of my body, the warmth of his palms feels heavenly. I feel his fingers curl around my chin, tilting my head down so our eyes meet. His pupils are large, sweat coating his hairline and his hair is messy all over his forehead - he looks like sex.
"Beautiful Angel."
He leans up, brushing his nose against mine while his other hand splays against my lower back to encourage my hip movement. The soft moment between the rougher ones is why sex with Niall is so special to me, he makes me feel so loved even when he fucks me with hatred.
Our lips connect in a messy kiss, panting against the other's mouth to bring us closer but the tightness deep in my stomach is pleading with me to finally be released. "Ni please, I need to cum." I pleaded with him, our lips still meshed together.
He groans, my words music to his ears and I'm tossed backwards onto the soft sheets of our bed with a squeal and in a quick motion he flips me onto my stomach by my hips before spreading my legs open.
In a quick motion he slipped back inside of me, hips slapping against my ass and I cried out in pleasure while clawing desperately at the thick sheets of our bed. The intensity of his thrusts make my walls clench around him tight, working me towards the orgasm that's been deprived from me.
