He remembered times when she was utterly vulnerable to him. The way he made her quiver even with the most gentlest touch, and made her come undone with a few soft coaxes from the tip of his tongue. He also remembered how her eyes glossed over when he brought her to the point of euphoria. She always blushed after, always. Hiding her reddened cheeks under the duvet cover whilst the charming lull of her giggle faintly reached his ears.
That was always Niall's favorite moment - because she was most adoringly beautiful then.
Niall wondered if she thought about him like this too. When she was alone in bed, or in the shower like he was now. He imagined her back arched, soft moans passing her lips while she touched herself trying to reach her high. He wondered what she thought about. If she remembered the last time they spent together like he so vividly did:
She shivered as her back made contact with the cold wall. The steam fogged her vision, all she was able to make out was his silhouette and the deep blue of his irises. They were wicked and held so much passion, making her heart thud so loudly within her chest she wondered if he could hear it over the roaring patter of the water as it beat down onto the tiled ground.
He curled his fingers behind her knee, raising it to his hip - entering her slowly. A deep groan vibrating off of her lips while she whimpered at the fullness of him.
His palm was placed firmly against the tiles beside her head, the thick veins in his hands visible above his skin wrapping along his forearm and disappearing into his bicep. One of her shaking hands gripped his hip, feeling the bone contract under her fingertips while he took her.
"Niall," She whimpered against his tongue when he took her deeper. Tilting his hips, reaching her furthest walls - her muscles clenching around him making Niall drop his forehead to her shoulder.
