His hand wasn't enough. I wanted, no I needed, his mouth. He was playing my body like an instrument and the songs we were making were the best ones I'd ever heard.

"Step three," I whispered hoarsely and looked up at him between my legs. "Tell me?" I asked.

He nodded as he pinched the tab of my jeans zipper and started pulling down. Slowly, tooth by agonizing tooth, he explained, "step three is the one where you let me kiss that sweet pussy of yours." I hissed sharply and he nodded again. "I told you it wasn't about wanting, right? It was about needing, right?"

"Yeah...?"

"Well, I need to taste you, darling." He said this like it was a fact that should be apparent to everyone. "I need to feel you quivering under my tongue and I need to have the smell of you in my lungs."

"You need this?"

"I do."

I bit my lip and raised my hips to let him peel my jeans down. I wasn't sure why it was different this time, other than I trusted him.

I loved him?

Wait...

"Niall, do you - ?" whatever question I wanted to ask, to stall him before he could begin was swallowed by a strangled gasp as his tongue met my clit. "Oh my god, it's too much..."

"Last time you tried to get away from me, I ended up with a gash on my noggin," Niall teased as he dragged his nail lightly across my slick skin. "I'm not letting you get away again. Too dangerous."

"Not fair..." I whined. He was swirling his finger along the entrance to my pussy, watching it as he did so. It was the watching that got me. The intent, almost awestruck look on his face as he dipped his finger inside of me, just the barest slip. His eyelids fluttered, as if it gave him pleasure too. "Fuck," I half-moaned, half-sighed. "I trust you."

He blinked up at me for a second, shocked pride on his face. "I trust you too, darling," he said.

And then he rocked my world.

Niall Penrose, proper English gentleman, well-bred and well-spoken, was an absolutely filthy animal when it came to oral. Yet another surprise for the now novel-length list I was keeping.

He let his tongue dance, swirling around my clit and as I bucked underneath him, he slipped one skilled finger inside of me. I arched up as he began to move it in time with his tongue, and the combination of sensations overloaded my sense of self to the point where, just before my brain exploded in white hot light, I was certain that he had somehow gained control over my body. The connection was that strong.

I came, harder and heavier than the first time, and no matter how badly I wanted to shout his name, my tongue would not cooperate and I only managed a series of half-strangled yelps, a sequence of "ah!ah!ah!" before his mouth was on mine.

At the sound of his jingling belt buckle, I almost wept with relief. "Hold on, darling," he moaned against my lips. I heard a sound and realized it was my own pleading, begging him to fuck me now. He grabbed a condom from his wallet, and hastily tore it open.

"Wait," I said, sitting up.

He froze and I smiled up at him. I loved how careful he was, but he didn't need to be so cautious any more. I trusted him. "Step four," I told him, sliding my hands down his stomach.

"Darling, you don't have to..."

"I need to," I said firmly.

His stomach fluttered under my hands, those tight, lean muscles quivering as I bent my head down. He stood there, frozen as I lowered his jeans below his hips. "The mystery cock," I half laughed, half sighed.

He looked down. "You've been imagining it, yeah?"

"Better than I imagined," I promised him, and opened my mouth.

I'd never liked this either, even though I'd done it more times that I wanted to because guys seemed to expect it. But with Niall, I actually wanted to take him into my mouth. I wanted to feel the silky skin of his cock sliding past my lips. I wanted to feel him filling my mouth, stretching it out. I wanted to feel the head of his cock sliding against the back of my throat and I wanted to hear his low, animal groan as I began to move my head.

"God, your mouth is so hot," he rasped through gritted teeth, sinking his hands into my hair. I could feel his hips straining, trying not to thrust, and I slid my hands around to sink my fingers into his ass cheeks, pulling him deeper, encouraging him. He groaned again, and this time he didn't hold back. My eyes watered a little as he began to fuck my mouth, but I loved it because I knew he wouldn't go any further than that.

I trusted him.

I loved him

His whole body shuddered and he pulled back. With trembling fingers, he grabbed the condom and unrolled it down his length. "Right here," he growled, in a low, almost dangerous voice. He sat down onto the bed and pulled me into his lap, facing him. "I want to hold you," he explained.

I nodded, half-understanding that he was letting me be on top so I could control it. I love you I didn't say because I caught the words against my teeth before I could say them.

"Shit," he hissed as I lowered myself onto his cock at the same time I gasped, "Oh!"

He'd been heavy and thick in my mouth and the feeling of being stretched by him as he slowly filled me up had me quivering even before he started to move. He reached up, tangling his fingers in my hair and pulled my head down so our foreheads touched. "Watch me," he rasped, his emerald eyes half-mad with desire. "Don't you dare look away."

I nodded, unable to say anything lest the three words trapped behind my teeth escaped. He began to rock, a gentle motion at first, almost like one would rock a child to sleep. My mouth fell open as each grinding roll of his hips hit my clit at just the right angle, and he grinned, curling his lips against my mouth. He sank his other hand into my waist, and began to move faster now, pulling me down to meet him every time he thrust up. I felt myself rising to meet him, bouncing up and down on his cock, riding him, faster and faster now, and still he held my head in his hand, his eyes never leaving mine. "Niall," I moaned or maybe it was just nonsense because he was kissing me, his eyes still open watching, faster and faster now, the wet slap of our skin making a new rhythm for the new song we were writing together.

"Niall, I..." I caught the words before they tumbled out. "I'm coming!" I said instead, feeling that clenching heat in my core.

"Watch me," he growled. "Don't you fucking go anywhere, Reese."

I couldn't even if I'd wanted to because the more I moved the more the sensations built and built. I was riding a wave that crested higher and higher, and still the break wasn't coming. "Oh my god!" I screamed and he growled something profane against my lips, slamming his mouth into mine and then we were both coming. His strangled roar filling my ears was the thing I needed to hit the peak and suddenly crash and explode into a million pieces while his green eyes watched me all the while.