"Well,-", he starts.
"Well, what?" He sounds suspicious. You're still lying there with your legs spread, shaking, your sweat has soaked the sheets and the fabric of your top.
"You wanna try something?", he then asks with a dirty smirk. "I've got an idea."
"Your ideas are usually very horrible and painful for me to endure.", you remark with a long sigh.
He laughs and runs his fingers through his messy hair. It's almost completely brunette now. He looks so good. His face is so beautiful, you just wish he'd bury it between your thighs once again. Your clit is still throbbing. You know you could cum again.
"So, um, it's a long day off and I'm hard for you."
"Well then fuck me.", you say, getting impatient again. "I want you to fuck me."
"Yeah, haha, believe me, I will.", he replies. "I think it's obvious I'll fuck you. It's my duty."
"Because you want to be a good boyfriend.", you tease him. He nods and opens his jeans, pulling them down together with his boxers to show you what he's talking about.
"The best.", he adds, pleased with the smile the sight of his hard on put on your flushed face. "That's why I have this idea."
"Just tell me so you can finally fuck me.", you demand.
"Ah, nevermind.", he sighs. "I'll do you justice for being such a patient little angel. Then, we'll see."
"See what?"
"If you can take more."
"You're talking the 'Let's Fuck The Whole Day Through' thing.", you realise. He's been telling you about this fantasy of his before.
"Maybe.", he laughs.
"Good. Then just start, for fuck's sake!" He'll have to stop when you're dry or he can't get one up again anymore anyway. You just want him to take advantage of the situation now. You reach out to pull him closer, wrapping your legs around him as soon as his weight presses you down. "Come here then, big boy.", you chuckle.
He doesn't hestitate to enter you, interlacing his fingers with yours to pin your arms down over your head, and even though you should be used to that feeling by now, it's always overwhelming to feel him not only on, but inside of you. You remember the first time you slept with him, you thought that his body was just made to merge with yours: Like ebb and flow colliding, then uniting in an ocean of warm flesh and sweet pain. Heat between numb limbs, bones bruising prickly skin and that incomparable burn, increasing, increasing, increasing, as self control fades into absolute devotion to something too good for anyone sane to contain.
Niall doesn't go too quick or too hard now, he's moving slowly as he puts warm, tickly kisses on your neck and chest, humming to send vibrations down your sweaty body.
"I love fucking you, babe.", he groans, grinding his cock on your g spot with every thrust. "You're so warm and so damn tight around my cock."
