It had been two weeks since he’d walked out of Christina’s apartment. Two weeks of texts that made him smile so widely, the lads had taken to asking him why he couldn’t put his phone down. Two weeks of impromptu, mid-day lunches and that one walk in the park by her work, when the sun had been shining through her hair and making her eyes gleam. Two weeks of watching her when she wasn’t looking - and that one time he’d caught her staring.

“Are ye watchin’ me?” he’d asked when they’d been sitting on his couch, watching a movie. “Ye should be paying attention to the movie.”

“What? No! I’m not watching you,” she’d blurted out, but the way her cheeks had blossomed into a beautiful shade of pink had given her away.

“You were, ya weirdo,” he’d chuckled, arching an eyebrow at her in challenge. Let her disagree with him now.

“I just… I like seeing how you react to the movie,” she’d explained and her blush had darkened. She’d dropped her head, hair covering her face from him, but he’d just grinned.

“That’s still weird,” he’d muttered, but secretly, his stomach flipped at the thought that maybe she liked to watch him in the same way he watched her.

It had been two weeks since the last time he’d really gotten a taste of her. Two long yet remarkable weeks.

They’d agreed to meet up at McNamara’s that Saturday night. He wanted to introduce her to some of his friends, but more important than that, he wanted to have a chat with Kelly. When he realized that he wanted to kiss Christina every time her lips moved, he’d begun to mentally prepare himself for a serious conversation with her best friend - the one who had decided he was going to be trouble. If this was going to go the way he had planned, the way he sincerely wanted it to go, he didn’t want Kelly to stand in his way.

No, he’d much rather have her on his side.

“You’re early,” was her comment when he had slid onto the stool next to her. He hadn’t answered, only ordered himself a Guinness and sat quietly, collecting his thoughts. He knew that how he proceeded would likely set the tone for the rest of their relationship.

He was surprised at how easily they’d fallen into a comfortable, cheeky sort of banter. Kelly was a spitfire, a brazen thing that deeply cared for Christina and was properly wary of him. It made him bristle, but he had admitted to himself that he admired the quality, was glad to find out that Christina had someone like that in her life.

“You’re serious about her, right? Please tell me I haven’t misjudged you that badly,” Kelly had spat out after ten minutes of small talk. He’d been taken aback, both at the abrupt change of topic and at her tone. He’d narrowed his eyes at her, but her serious stare hadn’t wavered.

“What would make you say that?”

“Luisne Gréine?” Her eyebrow lifted higher than he would have thought possible and he felt himself blushing as she brought up the nickname. It had slipped out, he hadn’t meant to say it, but it’d stuck and he hadn’t been able to take it back.

“What of it?” he asked. His shoulders hunched and he decided he didn’t like getting called out by this girl. She was perceptive and willing to speak her mind, and Niall was terrified.

“You gave her a nickname that means sunshine in Gaelic. A Gaelic nickname from an Irish man is pretty much it, isn’t it?” she asked with a bright glint in her eyes and he scowled because she wasn’t far from the truth and he wasn’t ready to admit it to himself just yet. “Listen, I’ll castrate you, ‘kay?”

And that was it.

Christina had come through the door ten minutes later and it had been easy to let her distract him from everything but her. He bustled her through the crowd towards his corner of the pub, introduced her to the small group of friends that had shown up, and tried not to stare at her as she smiled at them and shook their hands. He tried, but he couldn’t help it. Not when her eyes shone so brightly blue and her smile made his stomach flip and every time she swung her head, the movement of her hair sent a waft of her shampoo up to him.

He couldn’t stop himself from putting a hand on her lower back, rubbing his thumb up and down slightly. He just wanted to touch her, feel her warmth beneath his hand, remind her that he was next to her. And he wanted to make it clear that she was here with him.

The night had been full of beer, laughs, brilliant smiles and shining eyes, secret looks and licked lips and a tightening in his gut that had him groaning low in his throat whenever she brushed up against him. They circled around each other, but he could see in her eyes the slight hesitation and he only grinned at her and hoped that she understood. He'd acknowledged to himself that they'd only known each other for two weeks, and despite the fact that she had him absolutely enamored, he also prided himself on being a gentleman.

When Kelly came over and asked if she was ready to leave, she spared him a glance that had his chest constricting a bit. He only offered her a smile as she turned to say goodbye to his friends.

"So, Irish, listen," Kelly called his attention from her spot next to him. He glanced down at her, but her eyes were straight ahead. "Chris and I get brunch every Sunday at this place over on Elm Hill at 11. Thought you'd like to know." Her eyes flashed to his before she was walking away and Christina was folding herself into him for a farewell hug. He wrapped his arms around her, cherishing the way she felt pressed against him as he mulled over the information.

If he didn't know any better, he'd think that Kelly had just given him her blessing.

---

He actually had to talk himself up the next morning. He stood outside of the restaurant for ten minutes, praying that no one would notice him or think he was mad, because he wasn't. He wasn't, right?

He'd barely thought of what he was going to do, what he'd say, when he showed up there that morning. Did Christina know he was coming? Was this a surprise? Should he have brought something like flowers for her? For Kelly? And what if they didn't even want him there? Was this really a good idea? Was he mad?

He gave his head a sharp shake to rid himself of the thoughts and took a deep, cleansing breath. He could do this, he wanted to do this. He shook out his arms, took another deep breath, and walked into the restaurant.

The girls were sitting at a table along the wall and he was surprised at how quickly his nerves left him when he saw her sitting there, giggling softly at something Kelly had said. He walked over with a sudden confidence he hadn't felt moments before and slid into the empty seat. Christina's eyes widened considerably as she stared at him and he smirked back at her. Kelly was hiding a smile across from him.

"Hey, sunshine. How are ya?" He asked, dropping a kiss to her cheek as he settled in. She look at him, stunned, then flicked her eyes to her friend.

"Wh... What are you doing here?" She sputtered. It was funny to watch her head swivel from him to Kelly and back again with a confused look on her face. He leaned back in his seat, spread his legs out under the table to get comfortable, and just watched her. He liked it when she got all flustered like this, cheeks pinkened and eyes wide as she licked at her lips and pursed them. He loved the way her lips moved.

"Just wanted to drop by quick. Got somethin' I wanted t' ask ya," he revealed. Her eyes trained on him, narrowed and waiting. “There’s this concert thing later, I got tickets for it, thought maybe ya’d like t’ join me.”

“That’s a question?” Kelly quipped from across the table, eyebrow raised. Niall’s face puckered, but he ignored her and continued to speak.

“It’s some new band Louis t’ought I should see an’ I figured ya might like t’ come.”

Christina sat there, mouth agape, for a few more moments before she snapped it shut, blinked, and grinned. “I’d love to.”

He couldn’t stop the impossibly wide grin from spreading across his face as he stood from the table. He gave her a quick wink, unable to contain his excitement. Her eyebrows quickly drew together when she saw him push in the chair.

“Where are you going?” she asked, confused again. He kept smiling at her.

“Didn’t wanna interrupt your girl’s day t’ing. Gonna go get some stuff done an’ I’ll
pick ya up at 4,” he explained, gave them both quick pecks on the cheek, and took his leave.

He was barely able to make it outside before his excitement burst forth in the form of a tiny little dance, the grin still plastered across his face. Today was going to be a great day.

---

The only marr on an otherwise perfect day had been his apprehension at revealing his ulterior motives at inviting Christina along. He thought she’d been able to tell that he was nervous, but she’d smiled at him in that way he loved, all crinkled, shining eyes and slightly scrunched up nose, and it felt like everything was just better.

He’d stuttered a bit as he told her that Harry and Louis would be at the concert, that they wanted to meet her and he wanted her to meet them, but the surprise on her face had made him backtrack. He hadn’t wanted to pressure her, didn’t want to make her feel like he was ambushing her. God, he didn’t want to fuck this up. She’d been excited, though, had expressed that she really did want to meet them, that she was happy he wanted her to. He’d felt better instantly.

He’d felt better, that is, until she’d turned to him a few minutes later and asked, “Wait, they want to meet me? Harry and Louis? Incredible” and her excitement had a sliver of doubt and insecurity running through him. This is why he hadn’t brought the lads up before. Too many girls had shown an interest, only to ditch him the second they’d met their ‘favorite’. He wasn’t sure he could stand the disappointment again, not with her, not this time. He’d nodded reluctantly, wincing slightly at what he knew was going to come out of her mouth. She looked away from him, out the window, and his stomach gave a flip that had him feeling a little sick.

“You talked to them about me?” she’d followed up, and it had him turning to her with a furrowed brow, glancing quickly between her and the road as his chest clenched a little. She turned back to him with a smile that was both coy and incredibly sexy, a smile that had the clenching in his chest changing from something painful to something exciting. It was a smile he wanted to remember.

They parked around the back of the venue and as they were ushered in by security, he’d explained that the band was some new, obscure one that Louis had wanted to check out for his record label. They twisted through a few darkened hallways, his hand wrapped tightly around hers so he wouldn’t lose her. They were brought to a small room not five feet from the stage and left there by a security guard with a warning that the show would start in ten minutes.
He rolled his lips into his mouth as the door closed and turned to Christina. Her eyes were a little wide, she looked a little overwhelmed at the bustle, but still excited.

“Are ya sure ya want t’ meet the lads? I don’t want ya t’ feel pressured or nothin’,” he checked, looking at her closely.

She pursed her lips, eyes twinkling as she responded, “Of course I want to meet them. They’re your best friends.”

---

He couldn’t stop watching her.

She’d been radiant all night, smiling at everyone and swaying to the beat of the music as they hung around in the wings of the stage. She’d been charming and funny and had even managed to hold her own against Louis’ ribbing. He was more than impressed, he was proud and it had made his face hurt from smiling so much.

It was close to the end of the set when Louis had caught his arm and pulled him away from the stage, standing in the back and a few feet away from where Harry and Christina were watching the show and chatting comfortably.

“So, you’re not a fan, then?” Harry was asking, his head turning to look at her out of the corner of his eyes.

“Of One Direction?” she clarified, a small grin on her face. Niall turned his head in their direction and away from Louis interestedly. Harry only nodded. “I am, sure, but I’m not going to cut off your hair to worship the devil or try to sell it on eBay or anything, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Niall’s bark of laughter was loud enough to be heard over the music and he clapped a hand over his mouth to cover it up. Louis’ shoulders were shaking next to him and she just glanced at them over her shoulder with a secret little smile on her face. Harry was chuckling and Niall couldn’t help but think that he loved this, the way she interacted with his best mates.

Louis reigned in his laughter and pulled his attention back. “So, what do you think about these guys?” he asked, gesturing towards the stage. “Do you like them? Do you think they have potential?”

“Sure, they’ve got potential. They need t’ work on a few t’ings, but I t’ink they can do it,” he offered as the song ended and the small crowd cheered. They clapped along with the crowd, Louis giving the band a calculated look before turning back to Niall and smiling mischievously.
“You’re a right whipped bastard, you know,” he joked with a raised eyebrow. Niall’s face puckered.

“I am not!” he argued hotly, glancing over to see if Christina was paying attention, but she was facing the stage as the band started into a slower tune.

“You are! You should see the way you look at her, as if the sun shines out of her ass! It’s bloody sickening,” Louis ribbed with a grin. Niall scowled and reached forward, giving Louis a shove. They always horsed around and so what if they were at a show, this wouldn’t be any different. Louis caught his arms, however, and jerked him around as he lost his balance. The awkward movement had Niall tripping over his own feet and he crashed to the ground as Louis caught himself. Behind him, Christina was looking at him with a knowing grin on her face and Harry was shaking his head and chuckling. His face burned red as Christina exclaimed, “Oh no, Niall!”

Louis’ laugh bounced off the walls, loud and reverberating as he clutched his stomach and double up. Niall scowled. On one hand, he was chuffed to see them all getting along so well - he wanted the lads to like her. On the other hand, however, he hadn’t imagined them bonding over taking the piss out of him. He pushed up on his hands and pulled his feet beneath him to pick himself up off the floor.

Louis’s hand was suddenly shoved in his face and he glanced up to see his mate’s shoulders shaking, his face still pinched with laughter as he waggled his fingers. Scowl deepening, he took to proffered hand and let Louis pull him off the floor.

“Oh, I do like her…” he trilled and Niall tried to hold his scowl, but the smile couldn’t be stopped.

---

He hadn’t seen her since Sunday. Between their work schedules and a particularly rough week for her, they just hadn’t been able to meet up. He’d tried to be patient, but he really wanted to see her.

He’d finally given in on Friday, decided he couldn’t take it anymore and sent her a text requesting some of her time. He’d just wanted to see her and he didn’t want to wait any longer. He’d thought he’d been patient all week, between their work schedules and their shared (yet unspoken) desires to let this ‘thing’ between them progress naturally, but he didn’t want to be patient anymore. He just wanted to see her.

I can’t stop thinking about you.

What do you propose doing about that?

I’m craving something sweet. ice cream?

Niall, it’s 11:30 at night. All the shoppes are closed

:(

I have some in my freezer….

…..what flavor?

Coffee

Blech. Chocolate’s the only way to go. Be over in 15

He hadn’t been able to wipe the smile from his face on the drive to her place, nor could he stop the tugging in his gut when she greeted him at the door in a pair of tight shorts and a plain t-shirt. He’d followed her into the kitchen, leaned against the counter and watched as she bustled around.

“I’ve got cones in one of these cabinets,” she’d muttered as she swung them open, eyes roving through its’ contents before moving on to the next one. He hadn’t been able to stop his eyes from drinking her in, particularly when she’d raised up on tip toes and reached up to one of the higher shelves. Her t-shirt rode up, a thin strip of smooth skin peeking out at him, and his tongue darted out to lick his lips before he was aware of it. She was dressed down, presumably because she hadn’t been planning on company for the evening, but the thin shirt and skintight bottoms were doing wonderful things for her.

Distracted, he’d watched the way the muscles in her legs tightened as she raised her body up, the soft contours of her thighs hardening a little with the effort. He wanted to reach out and run a finger down the creamy skin just below the round, cotton-clad swell of her arse or clutch his hands around the delicious curve of her hips. He felt a tingling in his belly, a sort of wrenching in his gut, and he stood up from the counter, shook his body out a bit to try and calm himself down. She dropped down from the cabinet with a box in her hands and a bright smile on her face.

“Ice cream cones?” she’d asked and he’d agreed with as little vocalization as he could. He didn’t trust his voice. He knew what that feeling in his belly meant.

And so, they found themselves seated on the couch with cones of ice cream in their hands, chocolate for him and coffee for her, as they watched whatever had been on her telly before he’d gotten there. Truth be told, though, he couldn’t focus on it, not when she was sitting next to him and looking so simple, yet sexy, her fingers brushing delicately over her collarbone periodically. Her beauty was distracting. So distracting that he didn’t notice how much time had passed until the show was over and he still had most of his cone.

He bit a chunk out of his cone as she leaned over, her arm brushing his and causing him to jump slightly. Her eyes twinkled at him, his gut clenched, and he leaned imperceptibly closer to her.

“Can I try some of your ice cream?” she asked in a low voice, mouth quirking slightly. His lips parted as he watched hers move, curving around each word. God, all he wanted to do was kiss her. She looked delectable. His mind had to work twice as hard to decipher her words, brows furrowing as he tried to understand the question. He was sure his growing arousal was showing on his face, that she could tell just by looking at him that he was imagining pulling her into his lap and against him.

She smiled at the pause in his response and rather than wait for him to assent, she grabbed his wrist and pulled the hand holding his cone towards her. Her hand was soft, small, and warm against him and he couldn't stop himself from wondering what that hand would feel like all over him. His gaze focused on the places where her skin touched his and it felt like fire was radiating through his body from his right wrist.

He watched with intense interest as her lips parted, felt his stomach clench at the sight of her wet, pink tongue slipping out to slide slowly along the dark ice cream. She was watching him, but he couldn't pull his stare from the way her tongue curved over the top of the cold dessert before pulling the treat on her tongue back into her mouth. He watched as her lips pursed, then her throat bobbed slightly with her swallowing and his mind wiped completely blank. He couldn't remember what they'd been doing, why he was holding onto an ice cream cone, where he was. He could only focus on thinking of all the things he wanted her to do with that pink, wet tongue of hers.

He’d never felt this way before. No girl in his entire life had ever consumed him the way she did. It had been almost three weeks and he’d held back, suppressed all of the sexual attraction in an effort to build a real connection and it went against every impulse in his body. All he wanted to do every time he saw her was push her up against a wall, kiss her like he had that first night and feel that wicked tongue of hers gliding along his, but he’d been good. He’d stuck to his guns and their friendship had blossomed because of it.

Now, though… now she was trying to kill him.

His eyes darted up to hers to find her watching him intently, the ghost of a smirk and the hint of a blush playing on her face. “Niall?” she asked, her voice pulling out his name and the stirring was getting stronger within him. “You’ve got some ice cream on your hand.”

He blinked and looked down at the hand still wrapped firmly around his cone and, sure enough, there was a line of melted ice cream snaking its way down. He transferred the cone to his other hand, licking the drip off of it so it wouldn’t get all over his other hand, then switched his focus to the sticky line of his melted dessert as it tracked down his finger and the back of his hand. He was just considering licking up the mess when Christina’s fingers wrapped back around his wrist and brought it up to her mouth.

Everything within him clenched when her tongue touched the smooth skin of the back of his hand and dragged up. He couldn’t breathe, could only watch as the ice cream collected on her tongue. It was cold against his impossibly hot skin, a deliciously torturous sensation, and the thought of what her cold tongue would feel like on his cock had him twitching. His eyes narrowed to the point of contact, mouth parting slightly and chest heaving as her tongue traveled the length of his forefinger, curling around the tip before lightly wrapping her lips around it and sucking.

A groan ripped from his throat as all of the filthy thoughts he’d suppressed for the past three weeks returned, flooding his mind with images of having her naked beneath him. He dumped his cone onto a plate on her coffee table, pulled his finger out of her mouth and pushed himself into her, gripping her chin and letting his lips catch hers, tasting the mixture of chocolate and coffee ice cream with the taste of her, the taste he’d been craving for two weeks. She whimpered against him as he pressed her back onto the couch, his other hand pushing up her shirt to press against her hot, bare waist.

Now that he had her mouth against his, her lips sliding and her taste invading his mouth, he couldn’t figure out how he waited three weeks. She felt amazing against him, soft and pliable yet firm and unrelenting. The contrast was intoxicating and as she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth and pulled him down heavier on top of her, he wondered if it was something he’d ever get used to.

Her hands slid down his sides, cupped his hips and pulled them down into hers as she wriggled her legs out from beneath him. He could only grunt into her open mouth at the feeling of his hard length grinding down on her. His eyes fluttered and he thought she might have let out a breathless chuckle, but then his mouth was on her jaw, tongue running up it, and she could only grasp him tighter.

Her left leg wedged between his hip and the back of the couch, the other falling to the side and opening herself up to him. He settled between her legs and his mind went blissfully blank as their hips slotted together. She felt impossibly warm and lithe and just perfect under him, and he couldn’t stop himself from pressing his mouth back to her own gasping one and breathe her, drink her in.

He felt her hands drift up his back and over his shoulders, hooking around his torso and holding him to her and it felt amazing. He wanted her to hold him forever, never wanted to be let go. He could feel each finger digging softly into the meaty part of each shoulder. He licked his way into her mouth, loving the way her tongue licked back.

He pulled his hand from her chin, pushing it around the back of her neck and pulling on it so that their mouths disconnected and her head fell back against the couch cushion. With her positioned this way, he had perfect access to the long, smooth column of her throat and he was desperate to know what the skin there tasted like. He swallowed thickly, then let his tongue snake out of his mouth to lick a broad, wide strip from the base of her neck to her jaw. She shuddered beneath him, her body rolled deliciously, and he let out a quiet groan. She tasted like nothing he’d ever had before, something simple and pure and perfectly Christina.

She was so responsive, between the sexy sounds she was making, the way her body tensed up, her fingers digging into his back. His brain had shut off some time ago, back when she’d licked his finger into her mouth, and all he could think about was her - the way she tasted, the way she felt, the way she sounded. And the way he could get used to this.

She pulled her hands around, sliding them back to his chest even as her hips canted slightly against his. He couldn’t be bothered to care about what she was doing with her hands if her hips were moving like that. At least, not until she was pushing him away.

Her eyes were still closed and she was gasping in greedy breaths. Her skin was flushed a gorgeous shade of pink, the color staining her cheeks, shoulders, and flowing down beneath the neckline of her shirt. She looked slightly ravaged and a kind of pride filled him at being able to make her lose herself like this.

Her eyes opened and he felt something stir within him, something in his chest that made him want to push her back down into the couch and never stop kissing her. She must have been able to read his mind, because she smirked at him in the next second before pulling her legs towards her chest and untangling herself from him. His brows furrowed together and he suddenly felt bereft. What was going on? What was she doing? Where was she going?

She picked herself up from the couch and he didn’t miss the slight wobble in her first step, but then everything within him was throbbing when she took each calculated step to the hallway and disappeared around the corner. He was gobsmacked.

What the fucking hell had just happened?

Memories of the first night came flooding back to him and he wondered if this was some sick payback for leaving her the way he had. Maybe this had all been carefully constructed to leave him feeling empty and gutted and disappointed and oh she was coming back out.
Her head popped around the corner, a coyly sweet look on her face as she called out in a lust-filled voice, “Aren’t you coming?”

He was off the couch in a flash, down the hallway and through her bedroom door before he realized he’d even moved. She was standing just inside the doorway and he grabbed her, pulled her to him and reconnected their mouths in a frenzied kiss that might have been embarrassing if he didn’t want her so fucking badly. She sighed against his mouth when he tugged at her t-shirt. They momentarily broke apart so he could tear it over her head and then he was back, desperate to have her taste in his mouth again. His palms pressed flat to her bare waist, pushing down so he could feel her skin against his, smooth and warm and better than he’d ever imagined.

He slipped a lone finger beneath the waistband of her shorts just as they broke apart, but the way her mouth felt against his jaw seconds later had him fisting the material and using it to haul her as close to him as he could get. Her hot, wet mouth moved against his jaw and down his neck, nipping and biting and sucking until the only thing he could feel was her mouth and the throbbing in his pants.

“Christ, sunshine, t’at feels incredible,” he muttered as her tongue drew patterns into his skin. He could feel it lave over his skin, broad one moment and stiffened to a peak the next, providing an exquisite contrast. The hand on the back of his neck brushed delicate nails through his hair, making him shiver, and he couldn’t fucking wait anymore. He had to have her.

His fists uncurled, he pulled himself back from her, and then went about the arduous task of undressing her. Shorts dragged down her legs, followed by her bra and then the creamy lace knickers, as slowly as he could until she stood bare before him. This beautiful, amazingly sexy, delectable creature before him was going to drive him proper crazy and he was going to love every fucking minute of it.

He let his eyes rake over her body, taking her in from head to toe as she stood before him, squirming slightly and blushing prettily and trying not to cover herself up. They both watched as his hand reached out, knuckles brushing over her tummy and making it collapse before she pushed herself into his hand, eyes fluttering closed and tongue darting out to lick her lips.

“Jesus, you’re gorgeous,” he breathed out, his eyes narrowing as he took in the gentle curves of her breasts, her quickly hardening nipples as the cool air brushed over her skin. They curled into tight buds as his hands ran up the smooth curve of her waist to brush tantalizingly across the bottom of each breast. They both shuddered when his thumb brushed over one rosy nipple and his chest swelled as goosebumps blossomed across her chest and her breath stuttered out in a breathless whine.

He distracted her, pinching the nipple between thumb and forefinger and rolling it, then palming her entire breast in his large hand and kneading it softly. His other, though, dropped from her chest and he smirked as she drew in a heavy breath. He licked his lips and waited until she had just exhaled to reach between her legs and swipe his fingers through her slit. She was hot to the touch, almost feverishly so, and so, so wet. He could feel her arousal slick against his fingers, she felt like heaven and hell. He would swear, even now, that he could probably come just from touching her.

He could tell when he’d brushed against her clit at the way her entire body jerked up against him and she let out a tiny little gasped, “Oh shit.” Grinning at the response, he pushed his fingers up into the little bud and dragged them in a slow circle. Her hands gripped his shirt, her head fell back, and then he could actually feel her legs starting to give out beneath her and he felt proud at eliciting this kind of reaction with only a few swipes of his fingers. He wrapped an arm around her waist, anchoring her to him so that she wouldn’t collapse when he pushed two fingers into her.

He couldn’t help the groan as her walls clenched around him. He couldn’t possibly imagine how he was going to last when he sank into her at last, he was already uncomfortably throbbing in his pants. He canted his hips forward, rubbing himself against her hip as he curled his fingers and dragged them down her front walls. She whined and his cock twitched at the sound, so he pushed his fingers back in and repeated the motion, intent on making her produce that sound until she ran out of breath.

Pumping his fingers, grinding his hips, making her gasp and moan, she was coming in his arms quickly. He could feel the pulsing, the rush of wetness around his fingers, feel her hot, panting breath on his neck and shoulder and hear the little whiny moans in the back of her throat and it was the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced. He rolled his fingers within her, worked her through until she was sucking in deep breaths and a short giggle burst forth.

“Christ, sunshine, t’at was so fuckin’ hot,” he muttered into her hair, his voice thick and deep. “Wanna know what ya feel like ‘round me.”

Her body trembled as she fought to catch her breath, then her head tilted back so she could catch his stare with a heated look. She bit her bottom lip, nibbled on it, then asked, “What are you waiting for?”

His eyebrows shot up with his surprise at her cheeky response and the sneaky little smirk on her face, then he narrowed his gaze and it was her turn to look surprised. He pulled his fingers from her achingly slowly, his eyebrow quirking at the way she shuddered, and his mind ran through all the ways he could proceed, each hotter and more pleasurable than the last. He settled for grabbing her around the hips, palms pressed flat and fingers spread wide as he pressed her back to the bed. Her knees collided and his hand pressed firmly to her chest, pushing her down to a sitting position. Her eyes followed him, looking up widely, pupils blown and lust hazing them.

He gripped the bottom of his shirt, gave her a devilish smirk and pulled it up over his head. His body flushed, nipples puckering at the cool air, but he felt terribly overheated and sensitive as his fingers curled and he scratched them through his chest hair lightly. Her gaze focused on the movement and he couldn’t stop the knowing grin from taking over his face. His hand dipped, caught the little trail of hair beneath his belly button before popping the button and dragging the zip down. Her chest heaved with each ragged breath and the sight of her tongue darting out to wet her lips had him imagining what she’d look like with those beautifully pink lips wrapped tightly around his cock.

He toed off his shoes and peeled off his jeans, bending slightly to tug them off his feet and when he stood back up, she had her hand reached out in front of her. He barely had time to process what was happening before her small hand was palming him through his pants and he was choking out an “Oh God.” She pressed it down firmly, let it glide along the length of him and he couldn’t stop his eyes from sliding shut or his hips from rocking forward, seeking more friction.
Her hand curled, cupping him through the thin cotton as the other shot forward to grab the waistband of his pants and pull them down. When her skin touched him, fingers grabbing him to pull him out of his pants, he snapped.

With a growl emanating from deep within his chest, he pushed his pants down his legs, kicking them off as he knelt down on the bed and pressed her body into the mattress. He couldn’t begin to describe how her body felt beneath him, finally bare, skin sliding against sweat-coated skin, soft and warm and so fucking perfect. He kissed her long and deep and slow, his hands grasping her thighs to open her up wide to him. He slotted his hips between her legs and their kiss broke as his cock came in contact with her slick heat, brushing lightly. They breathed into one another, lips still connected as he ground himself down and groaned. Her hands gripped desperately at his back and her knees tightened around his hips until he couldn’t possibly take it.

He’d never felt so completely, utterly overwhelmed by anyone in his entire life. He never wanted this to end, could stay here on top of her for the rest of his goddamn life. Just the feeling of her brushing over his impossibly hard cock was making his belly tighten threateningly and he stopped moving, eyes squeezing shut as he tried to concentrate on not behaving like a fourteen-year-old.

At the feeling of him stalling against her, she pulled her mouth back from his to whine out his name, vowels drawn out and voice high, “Niiiaaall, no, don’t stop. Please.”

He couldn’t help his reaction to the sound of his voice in his ear, her voice playing over the syllables in a way he’d never, ever be able to forget, would remember every fucking night when he was away and only wanted this feeling again. He gritted his teeth, hung onto his control for as long as he could, pushed the feeling of surrender away and pulled his hips back and away from her. He fell heavy between their bodies, tip running enticingly over her clit, and then he pushed himself in, sinking slowly, filling her and stretching her and he never, ever wanted to feel anything else ever again.

Her body arched up against him, she clenched around him, and he lost all control. Hands digging into her thighs, he buried his face into her shoulder and pulled out, only to slam back into her with such force that her body jerked against him and she let out a loudly gasped, “Oh my God”. She dragged her hands down his back, nails digging in, and he thrust up into her over and over and over. He wanted to feel her quake beneath him, wanted her to lose all sense of herself, wanted her to come around him again and again.

He could feel the telltale tugging in his gut, couldn’t believe it was coming already, so he grasped her thigh tight in his hand and angled it up, wrapping her leg around his waist and changing the angle in the best possible way. He could feel every drag against her front wall, could tell every time he hit that place inside her when her body shook and she moaned and he twitched and oh god this wasn’t going to last. She brought her other leg up, wrapped it around his other hip of her own accord and this angle was it.

Her trembling turned to quaking, breathy gasps to whines, and her walls started to pulse around him as her orgasm tore through her. She clamped down on him so hard, the suction pulling him in and trying to keep him there forever, and he let go, let his hips snap hard against hers as he buried himself as deep as he could possibly get and his body tensed. She rolled against him, arching and convulsing even as he went rigid and emptied himself in thick, hot spurts.

He was barely able to angle himself to the side before he collapsed, half atop her, her name falling from his lips with reverence and his face still buried in her neck. She drew in a shaky breath and let it out in a rush, body still trembling uncontrollably. He could still feel the throbbing in his gut and his brain was impossibly light and airy. Her fingers danced over his sweat-drenched skin, drawing patterns and making his heart race even more.

“You’re so fuckin’ incredible,” he whispered, eyes closing as he breathed her in and tried to imprint the scent of her, her shampoo, her sweat, her arousal all mixed on her skin. “I like t’e way ya make me feel, all t’e goddamn time. It’s addictin’.”

Her arms wrapped around him, held him to her as she let out a little giggle that made him feel like he was flying. This girl was amazing and beautiful and damn near perfect. He knew what was happening, knew what these thoughts meant, and the realization made him smile into her and grasp her tightly.

This was a feeling he could get used to.

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