"I love it, too.", you sigh. "So much."
It doesn't take both of you too long to get where you want to be. Niall's always loud when he cums, but he barely moans, he just cusses, grunts and pants, then gets weak. Your walls clench around him, for the few seconds of bliss, all you feel, all you are, is your orgasm, and then the one who gave it to you rolls to the side, his cum dripping down your folds as he's pulling you into his strong arms, to keep you close as you calm down again.
"Thanks.", you gasp, because you really don't know what else to say. It was quick, but it was passionate, warm, good, instense.
"You're welcome.", Niall laughs.
You remain quiet for a while, just holding each other tight and watching your fingers as you lock them, and Niall kisses the back of your head, mumbling words you can't understand. Then, he decides to get up and make breakfast.
"You stay in bed!", he commands, which is unusual.
You've always loved doing all those typical wife-ish things, as in cooking for him, cleaning, ironing his shirts. Mostly because he rewarded you in a typical husband-like manner. The whole Daddy kink thing had left marks even in your daily life. He loved watching you when you wore nothing but one of his shirts, most preferably a jersey with his name on it, so not only your ass was marked with his lovebites, but also the rest of your body in thin layers of cotton with his name printed on.
About fifteen minutes later, in which you picked up his phone to play some stupid game he'd been busy with for weeks, he comes back with a tray full of all the things your stomach desires. He made coffee and cereal, peanut butter sandwiches and even fruit salad.
You stare at the tray, but as promising as the food looks, the sight of Niall in his tight boxers only is even better. Sometimes it just hits you,- You've got yourself the most beautiful and simply best man in the whole wide world. Even if he could be weird, very weird, difficult, stubborn and bossy. Those moments were the ultimate proof that despite all obstacles and his preference for rough sex, he was a sweetheart through and through and he loved you with all of his soul.
"Good, huh?", he says, proud of himself as he puts the tray on the bed and climbs back in. "Open your mouth."
He grabs a sandwich and feeds you with it, watching as you chew and swallow the sticky sweetness. "My favorite food in the world.", you munch and smile at him.
"I know."
He proceeds to eat, too, which is always endearing to watch, and once the bowls and plates on the tray are empty, your stomachs are full and you're both even happier than before.
"I could live like this.", Niall says. "Just sleep, fuck and eat. A savage, but wonderful life."
"Yeah, you wish.", you laugh and pinch his cheek. He just grins, with crumbs from the sandwiche's crust in the corners of his mouth.
Suddenly, your phone starts vibrating. You pick up his first as you were playing with it, but then realise it's a Saturday morning, which means your mum's calling.
You pick up your phone and her familar voice asks the usual "How are you?" before you can say anything else.
You begin to tell your mum about your week and that Niall just made breakfast, trying to demonstrate that he is a good boyfriend, despite her doubts concering his "career" and his "reputation", when the good boy you're telling your mother about slips his hand under the blankets again and starts rubbing up and down your inner thigh, each stroke closer to your still warm and wet center. You try to shove his hand away, but he won't let you. He stares at your face with a smile on his and he's about to fuck around, you know it.
"Ni-all!", you mouth whilst your mother tells you about your aunt's horrible cold. He doesn't stop. He puts his palm over your slit, techincally cupping your pussy with his hand, before he bends his middle finger to slide it between your wet folds, straight in to tease you by pressing it against your g spot, making a come hither movement.
You arch your back and try hard not to moan as your mother asks you why you're breathing so heavily.
"I'm just- I drank something.", you lie. "Pl-please tell me more a-bout the-thing with aunty's c-cold, I-"
"I was done with the story, I asked you if you've got any plans for today.", she says in a dry, slightly disappointed voice. Her phone calls bore the shit out of you most of all times, but Niall's way to make them more exciting isn't exactly
