I say goodbye to my best friends, Olivia and Emily, outside my apartment building and then enter the tall skyscraper. I go to press the button on the elevator only to find that it’s out of order. So I start my hike up the stairs to my humble abode.

Feeling fatigued, I stick my key in the lock and twist viciously, glad to be home and done with that treacherous trek. Exhaling, I open the door, smiling and ready to join my boyfriend, Niall in a wonderful, romantic anniversary.

“I’m home!” I call out, outstretching my arms. But the smile melts off my face when I see Niall standing in the middle of my small, quaint living room with an angry expression on his face. “What’s wrong?”

Niall crosses his arms. “Where have you been, Ariel?” He interrogates in a low, stern voice.

“Out with the girls, why?” I ask, oblivious to what is going on inside the Irishman’s head.

Niall takes a few steps toward me with dark eyes. “You didn’t tell me where you were going.”

“Do I need to tell you every place I’m going?” There is attitude sprinkled in my tone. I fold my arms over my chest and cock my hip, raising an eyebrow.

“Do you even know what day it is?!” Niall snaps, shoving his face close to mine.

“Of course I know what day it is!” I yell back. “It’s our anniversary! So what? I can’t spend the day with my friends too? It has to be all about you?”

“That’s kind of the point of anniversaries! It is supposed to be just about you and me! It’s our day, babe!” His voice is loud and booming, like a thunderous storm.

“I’m so sick of this!” I shout, throwing my arms up in the air. “You’re so controlling! I feel like you’re suffocating me! I can’t go anywhere without you flipping out and making a scene out of it! If I even eat some of your food or drink some of your beer, it’s an issue! I need some space.”

“It’s because I love you!” Niall seethes through gritted teeth, putting his arms out as if he’s going to grab hold of me, but his hands recede.

We grow silent but the tension in the air doesn’t relax. Niall wipes his forehead with the back of his hands, tears forming in his eyes. I feel the hot tears come into my eyes as well. A prickling feeling in my nose makes rub it with my index finger.

A sudden urge rushes over me. I’m so angry with Niall but at the same time I want to fuck his brains out. I pounce on him, grappling my arms around his neck. My lips smash into his and Niall’s eyes grow wide with shock, but he kisses me back. His warm tongue against mine is so familiar but gets me every time.

Still holding our passionate kiss, Niall bends down slightly, hooking his arms around my legs and picking me up. I immediately wrap my arms around his waist for support. Niall stumbles backward toward the couch and he places me down on the piece of furniture. Niall then pulls his shirt over his head and throws it across the apartment. He helps me take off my dress and tights, leaving me down to my bra and panties.

“Oh Lord, you’re so gorgeous,” Niall exasperates.

I giggle and wrap my arm around the back of his head, wrenching him close to me. “And you’re oh-so handsome.”

I kiss him deeply and sloppily; tongues wrestling and playing back and forth. A soft moan releases in my throat and Niall grazes his fingers along my neck, down my back and to my bra. He skillfully unclasps it, taking it in his hands and tossing it on the floor. I lay back and Niall goes to town; he sucks on my nipple, massaging my breast in his hands and nips at it with his teeth.

“Oh, oh, Niall!” I gasp, running my fingers through my hair. My mouth gapes open and my eyes squeeze shut.

Niall then yanks my panties down and pulls his member out of his boxer briefs. He shoves it inside me and I throw my head back, hitting the armrest hard. I don’t care; the pleasure outweighs the pain. Niall kisses my forehead, realizing my misfortune. He begins to pump into me, each thrust in time with the last. I spread my legs further, hooking my feet around Niall’s legs.

I grip Niall’s shoulders as my head begins to swim with ecstasy. His grunts and groans just get me even more excited. There’s a fire in his eye that I’ve never seen before. I’m still angry and with that powerful emotion, I push him on his back so that I’m on top—in control!

I try my best to hold back a scream and it comes out as just a high-pitched squeal. I continue to roll my hips, smashing my fist into Niall’s chest—just light enough not to leave a mark.

“Yes! Give it to me, Ariel! Take all your anger out on me!” Niall screams, danger in his eyes. He holds my hips, pulling me back and forth, up and down.

A pressure begins to form behind my forehead, causing me to squeeze my eyes shut. I bite down on my lip so hard that it draws blood. My hip rolls grow short and concise. I begin to scream and shout, feeling my inhibitions leave me. I dig my fingers into Niall’s shoulder, causing him to cry out in pain. My climax rattles me to my core, leaving me shaking and delirious. All I can hear is skin slapping skin and Niall’s beautiful and loud moans.

I gather just enough strength to lift myself off of Niall and then I collapse onto the couch, feeling overwhelmed. I move myself into sitting position, putting my feet up on the glass coffee table in front of me. Niall puts his arm around my shoulders, and we sit there, naked and silent.

“That was awesome,” Niall finally says.

I look at him. “Yeah, I guess it was,” I chuckle.

There is another moment of silence.

“I do love you, you know,” Niall states.

“I know,” I say, kissing his cheek. “I love you too.”

Notes

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Ariel's Outfit: http://tinyurl.com/nh6eswx
Title Credit: "Lemon Scent" by Dead Sara