I Should Be Studying

04: I Shouldn't Be Sneaking

Word Count: 1,748

Her smooth lips move in sync with mine, and I try so hard to resist the urge to touch her warm skin. She takes the ends of my shirt and lifts it just enough for her soft fingertips to lightly run over my torso.

I take hold of her hips, pulling her onto my lap and she quietly laughs in my ear as I kiss her neck but as I kiss over the tender spot where her jaw meets, her grip on my hair tightens and her breath hitches.

"Niall," she softly moans, which makes my breath harden as I try to control myself from going too far. "Touch me," she whispers.

I look up at her and meet her eyes. They have a sparkle to them that I'm barely noticing. They stay locked to mine as she takes hold of my shirt, tugging it up. Closing them for a second, she gives me a reassuring kiss before pulling it over my head.

With every touch, my body tingles and I crave her more and more but refuse to give in to her gestures. The last thing I would ever want to do is hurt her because of doing something so big like having sex before actually even knowing each others' birthdays. So I begin asking questions to help me not feel so guilty.

"When's your birthday?" I breath as she devours my neck. I feel her hot breath hit against my skin as she quietly laughs.

"June 23rd," she murmurs just loud enough for me to hear then continues as she's doing.

"I turned 23 on the 13th of September."

"I'm not telling you how old I am," she giggles.

"Well what's your last name? Mine's Horan."

"Hill."

"Favourite colour?"

"Green."

"Mine's blue."

"Why all the questions?" she titters, running her fingers down my torso, tracing her fingertips over my stomach, making me smile.

"I'm trying to learn a little bit about you," I huff realising it sounds a bit dorky now that I've said it aloud.

Continuing to softly run her fingers all over my body, she straddles my lap and pulls the lever on the side of the seat, pushing me back and says that she'll tell me whatever I needed to know, beginning to place soft kisses to my neck, chest, down my torso and right over the elastic of my pants, leaving me speechless then connects our lips again, lightly running her hand over my middle as we continue to kiss.

I've never been treated with such gentleness as she's treating me. Her actions didn't seem at all lustful and she acts with much emotion so it leaves me to wonder if her feelings are for me as mine are for her.

"Niall," she breathes, entwining her fingers with mine. "Please touch me," she pleads for the second time.

I could sense her voice shaking as if she'd been hurt. Her breaths sound as if she had just come back from a mile-long run, from the suspense of her need for me to lay my hands on her.

As she kisses my lips again, her lip quivers and I can feel her slowly giving up on me so if I really want this to happen, I can no longer hold back anymore.

As soon as I feel her beginning to pull away, I reach under the seat and pull on the lever sliding it all the way back then kick the seat back as well.

As I kiss her quivering lips, I turn us around, lying her down to the length of the seat. She closes her eyes as I kiss her neck, huffing in relief. I release her hand, and her eyes lock on mine as she watches me unzip my sweater off her and place delicate kisses to her warm shoulders and collarbones. I remove my sweater completely, throwing it onto the passenger seat, then begin unzipping her top. The erect feeling in my pants occurs at the sight of her breasts and it's not a problem to her, in fact, I think she likes it, being she smiled as she felt it press against her.