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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Breathless pants. Sweaty hairlines. Adoring eyes.
My knees perch in the middle of theirs, Harry's right and Niall's left legs are pressed tightly together as I straddled their toned thighs. I keep my hands moving at a steady pace around them both, loving the way they squirm under my gentle touch.
The way they're both completely breathless under me, the quietest of whimpers falling from their lips because they know they can't be loud.
I feel the control, the power beginning to get to my head as I grind my covered cunt against their touching legs - moaning ever so softly into the humid air around us.
"Come on, Evie..." Niall drawls in a moan, staring up at me through heavy eyes with his swollen red lips parted to breathe heavily. "Let us cum for you."
The rasp of his morning voice, the way his accent has gotten stronger after spending a day in our hometown, the way he looks up at me with begging eyes.
I glance at Harry beside him, his curls sprawled out on the pillow as he softly moves his hips into my hand with little whines. "Shhh, H...gotta keep quiet sweet boy. Does it feel good when I touch you like this?" I whisper down while adoring his sweaty body and he nods against the pillow.
A smile spreads over my lips, averting my eyes to Niall who's squirming while his stomach tenses so my hand slows around him to draw this out longer but his eyes pop open. I gather more saliva on my tongue, leaning over him more and allowing it to dribble slowly from my lips and I move my hand to gather my spit, sliding it down his length.
His moans are soft, swollen lips parted to allow them to escape and I can tell he's really holding himself back. Harry seems to get jealous, reaching down and grasping my thigh and letting his nails dig into my soft skin.
"Ma Cherie, please..."
The added moisture around Niall's dick makes slippery sounds fill the room, something Harry seems to be jealous of which has my lips curling into a wider smile. I adore the power I have over them, that I can turn two men into putty with my simple touch.
"What do you want, sweet boy?" My voice turns sickly sweet like honey coats my throat, my eyes lazy with lust from the sight beneath me.
He whines quietly at the back of his throat, tossing his head back harder against the soft pillow beneath his head - not answering my question.
"Do you both want to cum?" I question quietly, leaning over both their bodies and gently grinding myself down in them in the hopes to relive the throb between my legs.
Niall nods his head against the pillow, bucking his hips up into my hand faster in the hopes I don't deny him of his orgasm again and I revel in watching the way he reacts to me, a soft moan unintentionally slipping from my lips.
