Free (Sequel to Through The Dark) Complete

Chapter 4

Amanda tried to get Niall into their bedroom, but she was struggling with his dead, and drunk, weight. The door bounced loudly off the bedroom wall as Niall staggered through it. His hands were tearing at Amanda's clothes, his lips chasing clumsy kisses. Amanda hushed Niall amongst her stifled giggles as they staggered towards the bed in a tangle of limbs, until Amanda lost control of Niall and her balance. She snatched at his open shirt to try to save herself, which sent buttons flying in her wasted attempt to keep from falling, as she continued backwards, pulling Niall with her.

Niall's hand cradled her head which saved her from the fall, and she landed on their bedroom floor. His body shook with laughter when he landed on top of her; his breath was hot against her neck. His delicious weight distracted her from her own amusement as she stopped herself from laughing too hard at him. She gave in and rolled her hips against him, to tell him exactly what she wanted. She grazed her teeth along his stubbled jaw, gently nipping his skin as her fingers fumbled between the two of them to tackle the buckle of his belt.

Niall's laughter instantly died, although a sly grin appeared, and he pushed up to his knees, her legs either side of his hips.She watched as he rid himself of all the obstruction keeping her from what she wanted. He watched her bite her lip hard as his length sprung free and ready.

She reached out for him, making grabby hands like a kid in a candy shop and whimpered, but instead of coming back to her, he pulled down her pants with reckless abandon. He wrapped her panties around his fist as he pulled, the lace shredding and stinging her skin with a sensation that had her arching her back with a wanton moan, his physical arousal evident and obvious to her.

He flattened himself to his stomach and without warning began his feast, wild and precise all at the same time, as his mouth came down to her middle in the most intimate of kisses. Her eyes flew open wide before rolling back closed, and her manicured fingers found his hair, tugging sharply to hold him where she needed him, rocking her hips to the rhythm of his mouth while she was climbing high, and the knot in her stomach tightened until the fire started, and she soared in a chorus of cries and praise.

Her hands covered her face. The room grew hot ,and she lost her inhibition. His movements intoxicated her more than all the alcohol she could have drunk, that and him, Niall, her one true love.

Before she could collect herself, his heavy hands gripped her hips, he pulled her along the floor towards him until he sunk into her without warning in one full thrust, filling her with a sudden demand her body welcomed so much that she almost came again just from his intrusion. Her inner walls trembled around him, throbbing to get use to his width, but with no time to do so before he started to move in a frenzy of thrusts. He was so vocal tonight, his desires, praise, and pleasure filling her ears in deep moans and slurred murmurs. Hand lifting her ass, sending him deep, taking her breath each time their bodies came together in dance of instinctive need.

Her ankles locked around his back, nails scored his shoulders, and neither of them cared as her body did nothing but feel and her mind trickled away to only them, then and there; and with a final cry of his name, she clung to him as once again, he rendered her undone, and both their bodies rigid, paralyzed with searing pleasure. He held her in his arms. His release quickly following her. His thrusts slowed until they just lay together, sprawled limbs, heavy breaths, having not even made it to the bed yet.

Amanda tried to catch her breath as he lay heavily on top of her. Jesus, she hadn't expect that. She hadn't expect he would be able to perform at all considering how drunk he was, but it had been spectacular. "Babe, that was unexpected but completely amazing." She kissed his neck. She thought he had passed out on top of her. "Niall." She chuckled. "You have to get up." She heard him mumble. "Come on. I will help you." She pushed him off of her and got up. Amanda pulled on her pants and helped him up. She grabbed him some boxers and helped him into them. He would just have to shower when he could stand. She barely got him into bed before he passed out cold. She shook her head and went and had a nice, long, hot shower. She climbed into bed beside him afterwards. She couldn't help but relive that frantic moment they'd had before. How amazing! She wasn't complaining even if he wouldn't remember it in the morning.