You sit up quickly in your bed, a smile playing at your lips when you hear the jingling of keys downstairs. You've been waiting for him all night. It was past 11 and you've been patiently waiting in bed, in your new victoria's secret's, hoping to get some action.
You quickly unbuckle your robe and throw it over to the dresser, lying back against your heavenly, white pillow. He pushes the bedroom door open and drops his bag beside it.
Your eyes meet and you smile at him softly, sitting up slowly and letting the sheets fall to show of your B cups that look a lot like Ds in this bra.
"Hey, baby, " You whisper seductively to him, "I missed you."
He lets out an apologetic smile and steps out of his loafers. "Baby, I'm tired. " Niall walks over to you and limbs up on the bed, stepping out of his jeans on the way, " I'm so fucking exhausted."
You pout, looking into is droopy, red eyes ,"Niall, please?" You take his arm and try to rest it on your waist and weasel into him, "I've been waiting of so long..I need you." You lean in and press your eager lips into his tired ones while running your hands down his chest, stopping when you get ahold of the bottom of your tshirt and pull it up and off.
He pulls you closer to him in an attempt to stop you, "Please, in the morning. I'm off tomorrow."
You shake your head. He promised tonight and you were too horny to be rational, "I'm so wet, Niall."
He shakes his head, closing his eyes and you figure you're just going to have to get him started. You reach back an unclip your bra then pull it off. When you're done with that you reach down, sliding your hands into your panties and rubbing yourself.
You moan softly, closing your eyes and sliding two fingers along your wet pussy lips, imagining its Niall's long, hard dick, beating against you.
"You can't freaking wait two minutes, Y/n?" You hear him groan and open your eyes. You smile when you see him climbing out of his boxers.
He comes over you, hands at either side of your face, "You're such a fucking pain sometimes, " He leans down and presses his lips into yours hard, with more urgency than he usually does. His hips are already sliding against you viciously and your fingers are up, tangled with his hair.
"You fucking want it, you can fucking have it," He growls, pressing his tick into you hard, giving you not tim to adjust before he starts thrusting. You moan his name softly, holding onto him and hearing to the sound of the bedpost hitting against the wall repeatedly.You hear him moan softly along with you, his hips crashing into yours with every thrust. Your body tingles because this aggressive Niall is so new, and exciting you just can't help it. He holds onto your legs, thats spread on either sides of him and presses it closer to you, adjusting himself and pounding ito your harder. You scream when he does, feeling his hard dick crash into your spot.
"Oh my gosh, Niall," You let you, your nails drawing love line down his back, "I'm close..I'm close..I'm so fucking close. "
He moans into your neck, where he'd been sucking against your collar bones, "So am I..you're so..fucking tight I.." His words drift off, or maybe you just stop hearing because for a second you're deaf, your blind all your senses are focused on how amazing you feel. You body tingles in all the right ways, your toes curling. You scream his name when you come, holding onto him as you ride your high out.
He pulls out of you when he's done, flopping over beside you on the bed. You hadn't even noticed he came. When you look over at him after you've recovered, his eyes are closed and he's fast asleep.
You smile and leans in, pressing your lips to his cheek and whispers "I love you, you freak," before cuddling up to him and falling asleep.
