FOREVER [Niall Horan] ✔

Chapter 64.

"What we have is like strawberry wine, it gets good as it gets older."

Ana's POV

"It was one good drive," I mumble and step inside Niall's house as he walks in front of me, a small smirk rising to my lips as I remember our antics from a couple of hours ago. "You think we can do it again sometime?"

He stops dead in his tracks before turning to look at me, his smirk matching mine. "You want to have sex with me in a car, again?" He asks, without any ignominy, walking dangerously close to me. My smirk vanishes and a blush reaches my cheeks at his words. Well, when he puts it that way.

I try to keep my composure and stare into his eyes as I try to think of a comeback that's seductive but doesn't sound as dirty as his words. "Yes, only with less tinted glasses and more trepidation about getting caught."

"Who are you and what have you done to my innocent Ana?" He gasps, eyes dancing in amusement and seduction, as he pushes me against the wall, caging me in between his hands.

"You," I point at his chest, "corrupted her." I bite my lip before fisting his T-shirt in my palms and pulling him closer to me, just enough to touch our torsos.

"I would gladly take the blame," He voices in a very low and sensual way and I grip his bicep before my knees could buckle. He pushes himself against me, sliding his hands down my arms before intertwining his fingers with mine. "Do you realise how hard it is for me to resist you when those dirty words fall out of your plump lips, with your voice so innocent, so childlike." He rasps, his irises turning a darker shade of blue and I gulp. "And especially when you prance around looking absolutely sexy like right now. I want to take you right against this wall, fuck you until you scream my name and let everyone know that you're mine."

"Then do it," I find myself speaking and he untangles his hand from mine before bringing it to my face. He twirls a loose strand of my hair around his index and leans, his lips only an inch away from mine.

"I'll be damned if I won't," He murmurs over my lips before pushing his lips onto mine, swallowing my gasp. He bites my lower lip, earning a moan, before pushing his tongue into my mouth. He moves both of his hands to cradle my cheeks between his palms while I wrap mine around the nape of his neck. He rocks his hips against mine and I moan into his mouth, tugging harshly at his hair. Running out of breath, he pulls away and starts leaving kisses down my throat as my chest heaves. I throw my head back against the wall and a groan leaves my mouth.

He reaches behind me and pulls the zipper of my dress down. It pools at my feet and he grabs me by my butt, holding me flush against him as he sloppily kisses my shoulders along with kneading my butt. He unclips my bra, throwing it somewhere in the room before moving his hand from my butt to knead my breasts. He gently tugs at my nipple and I cry.

"Niall!" I moan, my eyes momentarily shutting close.

"Louder." He growls in my ear, moving his hand inside my panties. I thrust against his hand as he teases me. "Ana, what they say, patience is a virtue, that it's good to be patient." He smirks, teasing me harder.

"To hell with your fucking idiom, I don't care about it. Take. Me. Now," I almost shout, glaring at him, too tired with the games he's playing. "Or I'll do it myself," I warn and he stops completely. I groan when he takes his hand out and stare at him, smirk still perched upon his lips. "Why the hell did you stop!"

"I'm taking up on that offer." He smiles, fucking smiles, taking a couple of steps back, leaving me panting against the wall. "Do it, baby. Do it yourself. I want to watch you."