For Your Eyes Only

Niall laid me gently back on the bed as I dragged my lips on every inch of skin accessible. I wanted this more than anything. I wanted to be his. I wanted him to take me. I felt his large, warm hands trailing up underneath my shirt and I lifted my arms to slide it off. I reconnected our lips with an intensity so new to me as his hand easily unclipped my white t-shirt bra. Nervous? Yes, but not as much as I thought I'd be, even when he slid my gym shorts off and dropped them on the floor.
"Annie," he groaned as I ran my hands over his lean torso. He began to trail wet kisses down my chest, leaving burning pleasure wherever they roamed, until he stopped on my right breast. I involuntarily arched my back when he sucked on my nipple, shooting pleasure through my superheated body. he cupped my other breast in his hand and squeezed it gently, eliciting a gasping moan from my mouth. He kissed his way back to my neck, leaving small bite marks beneath my ear. We paused, both gasping for breath.
"I-I don't... don't know if I can do this, Annie, hurt you like this..." he muttered between breaths.
"Niall, I need... I don't..." I didn't know how to make him understand how badly I needed him right now. How badly I wanted him. "P-please, Ni. I can't do this without you. I-I want to be yours." He held my gaze for a moment longer before leaning down and slowly pressing his lips to mine. I enjoyed the gentle, intimate kiss, but then realized I was distracted from his hand sliding into the top of my underwear. I squeezed my eyes shut and bit down on my lip as he lightly brushed his fingers over my burning core, sending rivulets of pleasure shooting up my spine, when suddenly he gently pushed one finger into me. My back arched yet again and I cried out, feeling his finger push up against the special place inside me. he slowly drew his finger out, then pushed it back in, a little harder this time. I had never felt anything so spectacular in my life. My entire body was on fire for him, and I loved it.
After what felt like ages of torturous pleasure he removed his hand from my center. He slipped my panties off and lifted my shaking body, pulling me farther onto the bed.
"Damn," he mumbled, letting his eyes roam hungrily over my naked body. I blushed and opened my own eyes, smiling in embarrassment. He chuckled at the red pigment spreading through my cheeks and kissed my nose. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to make him feel good, like he made me. I dragged my hands slowly down his torso and watched in awe as he clamped his eyes shut and balled his fists up, resting with his elbows on either side of my head. I fumbled with the button on his jeans for a moment before popping it open and pulling the zip, sliding them down over his backside. He kicked them off but froze when I pressed my palm to his throbbing member through his boxers.
"Gah, A-Annie, ah..." he moaned, shuddering above me. He looked so vulnerable. I loved this feeling I had, watching him trembling because of me. I rubbed him a bit harder, smiling slightly when he bit his lip and buried his face in my neck, sucking at my sensitive skin. He reached back with one hand and I helped him pull his tight boxers off and to the floor, along with the rest of our clothes that lay in a pile. His left hand reached the bedside table over my head and felt blindly for his wallet as our lips worked desperately against each other, kissing and sucking and nibbling. He pulled back and ripped open a small tin foil square with his teeth and rolled the condom over his member.
"Annie, I don't know..." I knew by the hardness against my leg and the look on his face that he wanted nothing but to continue, but he was afraid to hurt me. But I didn't care. I'd go through any amount of pain to be with him, and this would be nothing... hopefully. I pulled my chest up to his with desperation, kissing him hard. I wanted to feel every part of him against me. I wanted to feel all of him wanting me.
"Please, Niall," my voice broke with the passion I had for the beautiful blonde who'd rescued me. He'd rescued me from myself, from my pain. He'd saved me from hurting myself, and I needed him now. I wanted him now.
He trailed his hand down my side, leaving heat spreading through my skin once again, and pulled my knee up.
"I'll be gentle," he whispered, positioning himself at my entrance. I closed my eyes and pit down on my lip as he pushed slowly into me. I felt tears slipping down my cheeks in pain. He growled and stopped for a moment.
"You-You're so tight," he gasped, gripping my hip with one hand. I couldn't speak. I was afraid the only thing that would come out would be a sob as the pain intensified. "You ok?" he asked. I nodded and brought my hands up and dragged them along his back, tracing his spine, doing anything to distract myself. "Please don't cry," he muttered into my neck. He sucked on my sensitive spot, and suddenly the pain felt less as pleasure spread through my body. He did it again, sucking harder, and pushed all the way into me at the same time. I cried out and squeezed his bicep, but then the pain slowly began to fade.
His hand moved from my hip to come between us, and began to slowly trace circles on my sensitive spot on my core. I moaned and let my neck relax and fall back. He slowly began to pull out of me, renewing a little bit of the pain. As he pushed back in, I forgot how bad it hurt because of the sensations he was creating in my core, rubbing on my sensitive spot. He moved again, a little faster this time, and the pain was all but gone. I arched my back and pushed my chest into his, causing him to release a tortured groan. He began to move in and out at a slow, relaxed pace. Suddenly he hit the place inside me and I cried out, louder than before, and bucked my hips up to meet his. I bit my lip and started kissing him. I wanted to touch him, to kiss him.
"Dammit, Annie, relax or I'm going to lose it," he growled, trying hard to contain himself. I didn't want to. I wanted to feel him. He picked up the pace, bringing me closer and closer until I couldn't even lift my head, much less keep kissing him. I relished the sound of nothing but our bodies moving against each other, our sensual grunts and moans filling the room.
"Ni-Nia-Niall," I cried, gripping his back tightly. I was a trembling mess by now, reaching for the high that felt so close, yet so far, when suddenly the ball in my lower region exploded.
I screamed and arched my back as the waves of nearly painful pleasure. He kept moving, prolonging my orgasm, when I felt him stutter and stop. He growled and groaned, yelling out with me as we rode out the sensations rolling through us.
"Dammit!" he screamed for the second time. Finally the waves began to slow, then fade away completely. He puled out of me and collapsed on the bed next to me, quickly disposing of the condom and cuddling me into his arms. He pulled the fluffy comforter over us and wrapped his arms around me from behind, puling my back flush to his chest.
We laid there in silence for nearly an hour. But we didn't need to say anything. I was beyond joy. I was his now. His, and his alone. And that was more satisfying than anything in the world. But more than that, he was mine.
"Annie?" he whispered, his face buried in my hair.
"Hm," I replied, so softly I wasn't sure he heard.
"Are you ok?" He tightened his grip on me and breathed over my neck.
"Yeah," I replied with a lazy smile. "Ni, I'm yours now," I said. His chest rumbled with a sleepy chuckle.
"And I'm yours, princess."

Notes

There. Ok, this is the first time I've written an actual scene like this, so... feedback?