I'm Not A Supermodel

Part xxxxx - sex shoot

We ended in his bed - for the second time, but this time it looks more serious if anybody won't interrupt us. "You know, I love when you wear leggings" he says between kisses. "but skirts are something special." He chuckles and lifts himself on his elbows. "And especially this one ..." His hand slides from my waist to my butt until his fingers find the hem of the skirt.

It is the black tight skirt I hat my last shooting in, and it is so tight that - "Ach M ..." His fingers go upper being almost there, we still hold eye to eye contact. It looks like he isn't even blinking when he reaches that place. "Where are your  ... " he slides his fingers over me in the slightest way not even touching me.

"T-The skirt is so tight that I had to be like this, without panties, otherwise they would make lines underneath it." I whisper, my mouth is so dry craving for his kisses.

I lift my head slightly to kiss him, but he just smiles deviously and dodges his head. "Shhh not yet." He gets up, what is he doing? I'm confused, I start to get up too. Then I hear the door being locked and Niall is quickly right where he was just a minute ago hovering above me.

He kisses my lips too lightly not slaking the fire inside of me. His lips kiss my neck along with his hands being under the skirt again. His fingers run over me once again and a little moan escapes my throat. I feel that his lips for a smile.