Stay

46

EVIE

"Slowly," I nodded before muttering a quiet, "I love you," and kissing him once more. I laid under his body, my hair fanned out underneath me. Arms held him above me as his hands intertwined with my fingers and giving them a quick squeeze. 

"I love you," he tells me. Hot breath fanning over my lips as he indulges himself in a linger kiss. 

You never realize the magnitude of your love for someone until their skin is on your skin and their lips are on your lips. I know with every inch- every fibre of my living soul, that I am in love with Niall. There was nothing that was holding back the butterfly inducing, heart palpitating, palms sweating feeling that I felt whenever I thought of him. It was overwhelming yet unbelievably addicting. There was nothing I craved more... that I needed in my system... than knowing that he loved me just the same. 

I felt it in the way that he touched me. I felt it in the way that he breathed against my neck as he spoke against my neck... "Pretty... pretty girl," and as it sent a wave of shivers through my spine, and all the way down to my toes. I felt it as his eyes trailed down every inch and curve of my body... his baby blue eyes trained on my heating flesh. 

"S'lucky," he breathes into me... his mouth working against my bottom lip. Teeth clash against teeth in a clumsy exchange while giggles and playful mockery fill the quiet spaces of his bedroom. Calloused fingers tickle my bare sides. An audible gasp escapes my swollen lips as his hands grasp at my ribcage. I shutter as his thumb traces the protruding curves and edges of my thin body. 

There's something in his eyes... an emotion that I can't quite explain, almost thoughtful, that grows behind his bright blue eyes while his fingers dance over my torso. With furrowed brows and his teeth gnawing at his cheek, he leans in and kisses my navel. 

On instinct my eyes flutter shut. My  breathing becomes a bit heavier, laden with too much emotion. 

We were going slow but at the same time just fast enough. I knew what I wanted... and so did he. There was no time limit for our night... no early morning class that I needed to get to, or any meetings he had to attend. Time wasn't a factor and Niall was taking full advantage of that. 

"You okay?" He asked in a hushed tone, his fingers holding tight to my sides and with a knee slotted in between my legs. 

"Yeah," I tell him earnestly because I was. More than okay. "Kiss me-" 

The words fall out of my lips in a question, but I have never been more certain of anything else. He doesn't pause before his lips crash down on mine. They move in a slow pace. One hand slips into his hair, playing with the soft wisps at the base of his neck, as another clings to his shirt. I pull on it hard sure to stretch out the neck of his stripped long sleeve sweater. 

His lips detach from mouth only to allow his shirt to slip off completely. The light from outside bounces off his bare chest. He knees above me, his hands falling on either side of my head and trapping me underneath his heavy gaze. I move my hands slowly from his shoulders and down to his chest... nails scratching lightly over the hairs and down his abdominal. 

Not once does his eyes leave me. He watches me carefully as I explore his body... amazed that I am able to do so. That no other girl will ever get to touch him like I do... kiss him the way that I do... love him like I do. 

I wrapped my legs around his hips and tangle my hands in his hair, only to bring his mouth back towards mine. We kiss and we kiss, not once stopping until we kiss ourselves weak and in need of air. When Niall's mouth does leave mine again, it's only to move down to my neck and towards my collarbones. He pulls down the sleeve of my shirt to give himself more room. His mouth sucks and nips on my skin. I hiss slightly at the stinging sensation as he blows cool air against my newfound mark.