His eyes force me to his side, his tempting icy blue eyes. They sparkle in the moonlight and I can't help but be mesmerized by the beauty in them.
"Come with me." His words are calm, his soft side rising through the skin of his flesh. He grabs my hand catching me by surprise. My eyes trail to his wrists that are covered in bracelets. The drawings peek through the bottom of his bracelets, connecting up towards his elbows.
I've seen it. All the drawings on his body. Each one.
But the one that's caught me off gaurd every time I see it is the one on his chest.
The drawing of a well detailed scientific heart on top of his own.
I'm pushed into a room, his room, and I take in my surroundings, the screaming and loud music from downstairs being muffled by the walls. I turn to face him, his eyes dark as he leaves the lights off.
"Why'd you bring me here?" I ask nervously as he closes in towards me. My heart beat quickens as his hand reaches out towards me. I close my eyes tight in fright, ready for any type of impact, but I'm taken back by the next feeling.
His fingertips slide down my cheek.
I open my eyes to find him closely studying my face.
"I can't describe in words how beautiful you are and how much you change me." He confesses as he stares deep into my eyes. The moonlight that shines through the window reflects upon his eyes, making them more beautiful than before.
"I-I-" I stutter as I'm lost of words.
He begins to take off his leather jacket and my eyes widen as he pulls his t-shirt over his head revealing that very tattoo of the heart. My fingers mindlessly slide over the drawing, feeling over his chiseled pecks.
"You've always wanted to know why I have this tattoo."
I look at him, startled at the fact that he was going to tell me something so personal.
He trusts me.
"People like to believe that the heart is one of those girly heart shapes just shoved in your chest. They think that's the reason you fall in love, the reason you feel what you feel, but I don't think that. It's a heart. Just a plain organ. And I want people to know that I have this kind of heart and not one of those soft emotional ones."
"You have a soft emotional heart." I smile.
"Only when I'm around you."
He giggles as his hand finds its way to the back of his neck, scratching nervously.
His eyes trail up my body and back to my eyes making me feel insecure. I hug my cardigan closer to my body, shifting nervously as it starts to feel as if my skater skirt of flying up in the wind.
He strides closer to me, keeping his head down as his hand reaches out towards me. My heart beat quickens once again as his hand grips onto my waist, his forehead leaning against mine. My eyes fall closed as goosebumps cover every part of my body. I pay close attention to the movement of his hand as I feel it slide up my torso slowly, finally landing on my cheek. I shiver as I feel his other hand cover my other cheek, cupping my face.
Fireworks erupt in my head as his soft lips make very little contact with mine before he kisses me properly. He pulls away leaving me craving for more. I open my eyes and watch as a smile appears on his lips. A smile fails to appear on mine due to the craving feeling of wanting his lips to come in contact with mine once more.
"What's wrong?" He asks when he notices my reaction.
"I want more." The words roll off the tip of my tongue causing me to panic at first but finally give up and wait for an answer.
"But-but I can't."
"Why." I ask more like a statement. I force myself to grow confident as I instantly cup his face, leaning my forehead against his.
"You're not ready." He said unsteadily.
I pause as his statement processes in my mind.
"I'm ready."
"No you're-"
"I'm ready." I look at him in the eyes forcing him to believe it. His hand reaches towards the peak of my forehead as he uses the tips of his fingers to tuck my hair behind my ear letting his hand stop at my cheek.
I grow out of control as I quickly grab his waist, his bare skin instantly warming the palms of my hands, and pull him to me allowing our lips to lock immediately. He starts to chuckle before finally focusing on my lips that are locked with his.
Our lips part after lingering on each other for a moment. He looks at me innocently as be surprises me by slowly raising the hem of my shirt up my torso, his fingers slightly touching my skin. I raise my hands in the air as he pulls the shirt over my head and off my arms leaving me in a tank-top. His hands slide down the sides of my torso before stopping at my hips and squeezing as his lips come in contact with mine.
Sparks run up my spine when I feel his tongue running over my bottom lip asking for entrance which I gladly allow. Our tongues dance in our mouths as the palms of my hands tickle due to the small stubble that grows on each side of his face.
I'm lost in our kiss as his hands sneak to my lower back, unzipping the zipper to my high waisted skater skirt, making it fall to the ground instantly leaving me in short thin spandex and a tank-top. I part our lips and instantly bring my hands down to the buckle of his belt as I lean my forehead on his, my eyes still focused on the contraption that seems to be impossible to take off.
I fumble with his belt buckle until it comes loose and I pull it off his jeans. I raise my head, instantaneously smashing my lips onto his, continuing our kiss. Our lips stay locked as I begin multitasking, undoing his button and unzipping his belt. I bring my arms around his neck as our tongues fight for dominance. He pulls his jeans down his legs, never disconnecting our lips, and when he straightens up from his crouched position he lifts me up in his arms. My legs wrap around his torso as he begins walking towards the bed. My back comes in contact with the fluffy sheets as he begins to pull my tank top over my head. Our foreheads lean against each other as he pulls my spandex down my legs, revealing my panties.
He reconnects our lips as he harshly begins to kiss me.
Thoughts run through my mind at the thought of this being my first time.
I don't know what to do.
"Niall." I whisper in between kisses. He mistakes my call as a moan as he begins smiling and continues to kiss me. I press his chest away from me looking him in the eye.
"Niall."
"What? What'd I do?" He asks, agonized by my sudden mood swing.
"I don't know what to do." I say under my breath.
"What?"
I take a deep breath as my heart pounds in my chest.
"I don't know what to do." I say clearly as he looks at me. A smile creeps up on his face as I look at him confused.
"I know you don't. Just relax love." He allows his hand to cup my cheek as his eyes grow dark with lust. He gets closer, his lips barely touching my earlobe.
"Let me guide you." He whispers before his lips come in contact with my neck causing me to squirm due to the foreign feeling that causes my back to arch every time he nibbles on my sweet spot.
He raises his head from the crook of my neck as he smirks. His finger slides up my arms as they dig under my bra strap. He looks at me sexily, intending to get a laugh out of me. It works as I let my head fall back, laughs escaping past my lips every time they part. He laughs also before pulling off my other strap. He digs under my back to reach my bra and I arch my back to give him an easier passageway. One my bra is off my body, it falls to the floor as his lips connect with my neck again.
Slowly, his hands slide down my breasts and to my hips as his fingers pull the sides of my panties down my legs. I finish by letting my legs slowly brush my panties off and let them drop to the end of the bed. His kisses on my neck become more consistent as he starts his way down, leaving a kiss on every part of my body.
My breath hitches at the intense feeling of pleasure coming from my womanhood as his lips meet my skin, his tongue flicking my core. I grunt at the feeling of his lips leaving kisses away from my core, leaving me craving for more.
Once our eyes meet, I let my hands fall to his boxers, pulling them down allowing him to take it off himself. I feel his bulge sliding down my skin as it gets near my core.
"Let me know if it hurts." He looks at me worried.
"Niall. Just do it." I say before connecting our lips passionately.
My hands grip onto his back as his length enters me. It sends a pinching feeling as it starts to hurt a little more the further he went. His head hangs low at the crook of my neck as my fingers dig deeper into the flesh of his skin. His back muscles grow tense as his length enters me fully. He stops moving as he allows me to adjust.
The longer he stays still, the less it hurts.
"Go."
He begins to kiss my neck, his length thrusting inside of me faster and faster. The exotic feeling erupting in my lower region like fireworks on the Fourth of July.
Minutes pass as his thrusts begin to get sloppy and my body fills with pleasure to the point where it can't take it anymore.
"Niall. I-"
"Shh. Me too." He replies as if reading my mind.
My hums get louder the closer I get to releasing. My voice doesn't go any higher or louder as we both release, our pleasure that was built inside each other now free. We pant as he rolls off me and to the other side of the bed.
"I need to consider making love to you more often." He laughs between breaths before kissing my cheek.
My smile never leaves my lips as I snuggle into his chest, allowing my mind to roam free into thoughts of a future.
A future with Niall.
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YOU GUYS WAITED FOREVER FOR THIS. LOL this took a long time. I wanted it to be perfect. Think of it as a gift to all Niall girls and basically all of my sexy readers (:
Xoxo
