Niall thought when he woke up he’d be too tired to get out of bed, seeing as you and him had been going at it for a majority of the night. After reconciling yesterday when he finally came back from his tour, you two could barely keep your hands off each other. You barely made it through the front door without ripping each other’s clothes off. Months of built up sexual frustration that couldn’t be satisfied by a hand or a toy, finally came out last night.
Niall smiled, seeing you still soundly asleep under his arm. You looked so peaceful when you slept. Niall admired parts of you he’s missed since he’s been on tour and has long awaited to see your morning sleeping face. To him, it was worth the months of separation just to see your face again.
Your hair is strewn all over your pillow and begins to spill onto his shoulder. Your lips are slightly parted and to Niall they look so kissable. They’re slightly swollen, he notices. His c*ck twitches, remembering last night how your lips wrapped around him, His eyes move down to your bare chest and he gently caresses your shoulder, gaining back familiarity with your skin. The sheets under his arm fall because of his movement, revealing more of your swollen breasts. His hand traces down to graze over the fading crescent shaped marks over the skin that is from his fingernails digging into them. God, Niall sighs, you really do love to be roughly handled.
He never saw you as the type of girl to like rough sex. Your fun and uplifting personality never really conveyed anything else. Boy was he wrong. You had many kinks that you’re still discovering and Niall enjoyed trying them out.
His fingers graze your breast making you sigh in your sleep. An idea popped up in Niall’s head.
He lifts the blankets off of you, revealing your naked body. His hand caresses down every bit of your skin, finally landing on your thighs. Niall clambers down and throws your legs over his shoulders, taking extra care to not wake you. Glances up at you, making sure you still haven’t woken up.
“Oh this will be quite the wake up for you,” Niall mutters, the cocky smirk on his face growing. He buries his face between your thighs, groaning in content at your taste. He licks around and gently caresses your lips. He can feel them quivering and sucks gently on your pussy.
“Niall,” you mutter in your sleep. Looking up, he sees your eyes fluttering, but not yet waking. His ego grows at the fact you moan his name even in your sleep. He buries his tongue deeper into your sl*t, savoring your taste. Your breathing gets heavier, you feel hot and you feel a tingling sensation between your legs. You thought it was just a dream of the pleasurable feeling in your crotch area.
You gasp when you jolt awake and moan when you feel Niall begin to suck your cl*t. Your hands grasp his hair, pulling him closer to you.
“Niall!” you gasp.
“Morning, baby,” he mutters, not taking his lips off your cl*t. He slips two fingers into you and makes you moan again, louder this time. “Sleep well?” You can only moan in response. His fingers start off slow, letting you feel every crevice and joint and then slowly speeds up to a faster pace. He can feel you tightening up around his fingers, making him moan into your cl*t. It sends shockwaves through you. You can feel his long fingers curl making you scream. Niall chuckles.
“Oh my-keep going Niall!” you shout. Your hands clench tighter with fistfuls of his hair. He gives your cl*t another suck before switching places with his fingers. His thumb furiously rubs your cl*t, creating a burning sensation while his tongue is digging at your cunt, trying to taste as much of you as he can.
Your legs clamp down around his head as your thighs shake. Your back arches as you cum, Niall licking every drop you give him.
Niall kisses back up your body until he lands on your lips, making you taste yourself.
