Just as Much

Erica's POV

“Thirty-one.” I put my cards down on the table and bit my lip waiting for Niall's reaction.

“Again? You're cheating.” He throws his cards and cross his arms, leaning back in his chair.

“Niall, not proper card etiquette.” I smile, pulling all the cards to me.

“I don't care. I've lost like every game but two since we started playing a half an hour ago.” He's pouting. Almost cute. But I enjoy winning too much to feel bad for him. Cards aren't really his forte, I used to play a lot with my grandpa when I was growing up and mom was working. That and cribbage, but Niall has absolutely no patience for that and he still can't get the counting down. “One more game?” He asks as I get the cards right.

“Nope, I have to read.” I find the box and stuff all the cards inside.

“Again?” Niall complains and lays his head down on the table. “I'm bored.”

“Then go do something Niall, I have to read. I have to do my work.” I stand and grab my bag from the hall closet, digging for my The Prince, by Machiavelli , we don't have to read the whole book, just sections and write reviews on it, but I've taken to read all of it. I understand things better when I read it all and not just chapters of it.

“Fine.” Niall scoots his chair back and walks to the living room, sitting on the sofa with a plop. I, on the other hand, settle back into my chair, back facing Niall, and pick up where I left off. Crazy to think this book was banned by the Catholic Church as it talks about the fundamental break between realism and political idealism. A basic manual to get political power and retain it. It's quite interesting that event though written hundreds of years ago, it's still relevant in today's world.

I can hear Niall flipping channels behind me, endlessly bored.

“Why don't you go golfing or call one of your friends?” I call over my shoulder, not looking away from the words on my page.

“Because I want to hang out with you.” He seriously sounds like a child. A whiny child in the store isle begging his mom for candy.

“But I'm busy.” I put my book down page first and finally turn to look at him. His eyes are pleading with me.

“Stop being busy and pay attention to me.” His voice once again whiny.

“Just let me finish this section and we can go for a walk or something.” I suggest, just tired of him at the moment.

“Fine.” He picks up the remote from the couch and starts flipping channels again as I settle back into my book. I flip pages back and forth, having a bit of trouble focusing as this chapter holds no interest for me. My ears perk up with I notice Niall isn't flipping channels anymore, he's seemed to settle on the same one for a while, I think it's rugby. My mind drifts to Danny Care, wondering if he's playing. A gorgeous scrum-half if I do say so myself.

I'm so lost in my thoughts I don't hear Niall walk up behind me, he startles me a bit when he gently pulls the hair back from my shoulder, exposing my neck and leaving light kisses all up and down. I close my eyes and savor the moment.

“Niall, I'm trying to study.” I try to tell him.

“Take a break.” He whispers in my ear and I know that I can read later, I swear Niall is just trying to make up for the last month and a half he's been gone for.

He returns to my neck, nipping ever so slightly, he knows my thoughts on marks and I'll be damned if he's going to give me any that people can see.

I let out a slight moan as he finds my sweet spot, my pitfall. I frantically find my bookmark and slip it between the pages, leaving it on the table.

“All right. You win.” I can hear him chuckle a little as he helps me push my chair back and I turn to face him, stepping to the left to rid the chair between us. He wraps his arm around my waist and presses his lips to mine. Our soft kiss quickly deepens as we stand in the dinning room, lips pulling at each other, breath quickening.

“Have I mentioned the fact that I love that it's spring?” He asks as we part for just a second.

“Why?”

“Because I can't wait to see you in more of these dresses.” He looks down at my green spring dress and then back up to me. “I love your legs.” He smirks, finding the zipper in the back and pulling it down.

“Niall, the windows.” I hold the straps of my dress so it doesn't quite fall yet.

“It's okay Erica, no one can see.” He promises me, delicately picking one strap from my shoulder, then another as I let my inhibitions go and let it fall to a pool fabric at my feet leaving me in my bra and panties. Niall's lips find mine again, making me soon forget about the large open windows as I pull at his shirt. Only fair that he shows the same amount of skin.

We break way for just a second as I pull his shirt over his head, getting just a bit caught up on his chin. When it's finally off I toss it to the side and run my hands up and down his chest. Capturing his neck and turning his head ever so slightly to kiss his neck towards his ear, lightly biting his earlobe. I drop my hands and fiddle with the button of his jeans, unzipping them with ease as I pull them down. Skinny jeans but I can at least get them to his knees before he leans against the back of the couch and helps me pull them the rest of the way down.

I could see him ready to go through his boxers, it's like he just can't get enough of me since he's been back. I'm not complaining though. I resume my spot close to his body, my hips taking over and slightly grinding on him, rubbing up against him as his hands massage my back. It doesn't take long before he pulls at the clasp in my bra and releases it, exposing my breasts to the air as my bra falls to the floor along with our pile of clothes. He instantly grabs one lightly and massages it, rubbing his thumb over my nipple and I can't help but arch my back ever so slightly, almost pushing them towards his face as he lowers his mouth to lightly graze my other nipple with his teeth.

I pull away from him and grab his hand, leading him to the living room and pull his boxers down so he's completely naked, his erection pressed between us as I lightly trace it with the tip of my index finger, I can feel him hold his breath in. I gently push him back till his the back of his knees hit the couch and he falls back to a seated position on the couch.

I take more courage than I usually do, dropping to my knees and grabbing his member slightly, bringing my face to him, lightly licking him up and down. I look up briefly and see Nialls head drop back against the couch, his fists balled up at his sides. I can't take much more myself so I abruptly stop and stand, removing my panties and turning around, carefully walking back so I'm sitting on Niall's lap. I look over my shoulder and guide him into me slowly, letting my wetness take care.

His hands lightly grip my hips as I slowly bounce up and down, stopping to move my hips in small circles.

“Jesus Erica.” Moans coming from behind me ensures me that I must be doing something right. I arch my back and rest my head on his shoulder, using my hands to guide his lips towards my lips. I kiss him with what feels like everything I have, then leaving him to want more as I abruptly pull away positioning myself to stand.

I start to climb back on the couch when Niall stops me and guides me to lay down, grabbing my thighs and pulling them towards his kneeling position, slowly entering me then pulling out, giving me a little more each time.

“Please.” I whisper as I start to tighten around him, his teasing pushing me over the edge, it's already too late for me. He fully enters me, throwing me over the edge as I press my head into the back of the couch and arch my back, Niall contentiously thrusting into me. I can feel him get sloppy and quicker as he lets go of my legs and drops his body to mine, a thin layer of sweat coating our bodies. I can hear his breath stop as he moans out, feeling him twitch against me.

He lets go of his arms and I feel his full weight against me, I run my fingernails up and down his back, causing him to shudder. He kisses my shoulders and props himself up, pulling out of me, I can instantly feel the void. Niall searches around for his boxers and throws me a blanket.

“So no more condoms?” He asks as he tips over a bit trying to slip his boxers on.

“I've been on the pill for years.” I just never thought to tell him, slipped my mind.

“I've never done it without one.” I stand, a bit surprised with his emission. “I don't think I want it any other way now.” He cups my cheek and kisses me softly. Our foreheads meet and I smile, suddenly shy. “Pizza?” He must have noticed my sudden aversion.

“Mm, yes please.” I walk past him, hoping a bit when he strikes my bum. “Be good!” I call over my shoulder, running away from him towards the bedroom to find new clothes.

“I'd rather not Erica June Crowe.” He shouts after me, laughing as soon as he's said the words. I think I'm falling in love with Niall Horan.

Notes

Hey everyone!! Took a bit of a break yesterday and updating late today, much needed sleeping in and naps. :) Hope everyone made it out of Friday the 13th unscathed and had a fantastic Valentine's Day!

Guess this could be considered a late Valentine's present? lol, just a little something to enjoy.

Hope you all have a wonderful Sunday!!

xoxox