You giggled against your husband's lips as you stumbled through the door of your bedroom. Immediately heading for the bed, he gently pushed you onto the soft sheets and you positioned yourself comfortably before he hovered over you.
He leaned down and pressed his lips to your neck. Pressing open-mouthed kisses to your skin, you ran your fingers through his natural, brown locks. Letting your head fall to the side, you gave him more access.
"Ew, I gotcher hair in me mouth." Pulling his head up to look at you, he made a face of disgust and stuck his tongue out, trying to get your hair out of his mouth.
"Well who's fault is that?" you chuckled at him.
"Your's! It's your hair." he defended himself.
"You're the one who's kissing my neck where my hair is." you giggled at him and he playfully rolled his eyes.
"I like your neck. One of my favorite places to kiss you." he grinned at you and you cupped his handsome face, pulling him down and pressing your lips to his.
You slipped your fingers past the hem of his shirt, pulling up slightly, acknowledging him to take it off. He sat up on his knees, reaching behind his back, pulling at the collar of his shirt, and taking it off, throwing it on the floor.
"Your turn." he grinned, pulling your shirt up and over your head, throwing it with his.
You chuckled and pressed your lips back to his, continuing to kiss him. Taking a short break, you pressed your forehead to his before kissing him again.
His hand snaked down your torso and to your thigh. He gently put pressure on with his fingers. You were always ticklish there.
"No stop! That tickles." you flinched, pushing his hand away from your thigh.
He smirked before digging his fingers into your upper thigh.
"Stop it! Niall, no. Stop it." you pushed his hand away, ordering him sternly as he giggled at your, continuing to tickle you.
"Niall! I'm serious, quit!" you hiccuped in-between giggles before he finally stopped.
"I love hearing you laugh. It's so cute." he smiled at you and you tried to give him a grumpy face but it wasn't working because your smile just kept creeping wider and wider by the second.
He slipped his fingertips past the band of your panties before you pushed them down your legs.
"Be grateful 'cause I shaved for you." you announced to him, throwing your panties onto the floor.
He laughed his adorable laugh, "I wouldn't mind either way, love."
He slid his hand down to your core, running his fingers up and down your slit before stopping on your clit and beginning to rub it how he knows you like it.
You hummed, letting your eyes close shut as he slowly leaned down, pressing passionate kisses to your lips. Moving his kisses down to your neck, you bucked your hips up into his hand.
Slipping two fingers into your dripping entrance, you moaned out. He curled his fingers up and hit your spot, gently running his fingers across the sensitive area. Shivers ran through your body as you let moans escape your throat and you felt your breath hitch every once in a while.
"Ooh, Niall, I love your fingers baby." you whimpered.
"Yeah? Ya like t'at? Feel good?" he smirked smugly.
"Yeah, feels so good, fuck." you praised.
Reaching down, you traced your finger across his happy trail before cupping his member over the fabric of his blue, boxer briefs. Beginning to massage it softly, he hummed against your lips, his finger thrusts slowing down.
