Liam Payne Imagines

#7. Shower

Steamy

It is Friday night and after school/college, you decide to pay Liam a visit.

You saw him yesterday and talked to him today, but any day spent without Liam, is a day wasted.

You change into a pure white dress, reaching, just, below your knees and tied to your neck with a string. You bought this dress the previous weekend and you know that Liam lives white color on you, he says you look angelic in white. To add to the effect, you wear white pumps, a delicate, white pearl necklace and white hairband. You keep your makeup soft and natural.

You reach Liam's house, he is spending the night at his parents house. The long drive makes you hair get breezily whipped and they fall, softly to your sides. The effect is quite angelic. Karen opens the door and after small talk, she lets you escape to Liam's room.

You open Liam's bedroom door, it was unlocked, and step inside. The noise of the splashing water indicates that Liam is taking a shower.

You wait. After some minutes, he steps out, making you gasp. The towel is hanging dangerously low over his hips. His hair are wet and ruffled over his head and the after-effects of a shower gives him a beautiful glow.

He stares at you while you stare back at his body. Then he smiles.

"I guess, I gave you a surprise." He says softly.

You gulp and nod.

Liam laughs, then moves over to where you are sitting, on the edge of his bed.

He reaches you and you stand. His fingers intertwines with yours, "you look like an angel." He whispers.

"T-thank you." You stutter.

His face moves closer to yours, his breath fans your face. His lips, instead of touching yours, brush against the area just below your ear, in a possessive manner.

His lips makes their ways to your lips, neither touching, nor away from your skin. His breath and the feathery brush of his lips, makes you want more of him.

Without realizing, your hands grasp the back of his neck and you pull his lips to yours. You fasten your pace, but his lips refuses to follow the same pace. You thrust your tongue inside his mouth, earning a moan from him. You smirk against his lips.

He withdraws, slightly, so that your foreheads and noses are touching, "I can take another shower." He says cheekily.

You grin.

He pulls the string to the string tied around your neck, which makes it fall to the ground. He unhooks your bra and removes your panty, while you unwrap the towel wrapped around his torso.

He has seen you before but still he looks amazed and lovingly at your body.

He picks you, bridal style and stands you under the shower. He opens the tap.

The water wets your body. You bite your lip, not sure what to do.

Liam picks a soap and starts scrubbing your body, his hands moves extra slow, possessively and softly over your intimate parts. You shiver with each touch. Then after he washes your body, he trails kisses from your thighs towards your lips. His kiss gets extra heated as he reaches places where you want him to.

He cups your face, and draws your mouth closer to yours, "I love you." His lips brushes against yours.

"I love you." You whisper back. Then his lips locks with yours. As he kisses, then nibbles at your lower lip. Making you itch to melt your lips with his.