105. #105: When you moan his name *mature*
#105: When you moan his name.
Louis: Stomach muscles beneath his skin tense and he rolls his hips back into yours, his eyes glazing over with something stronger than lust when your lips part and his name flies past your lips. He smirks, running his fingers just slightly over your collarbones as he slams into you again. "That's right, say my name again. Wear it out."
Niall: It's all he needs to hear to continue stripping you bare of your clothes, his hands and motions slow and savoring every touch of your skin against his calloused palms. "What was that?" he asks quietly, beckoning you to moan his name again, "Go on, say it again. Moan my name again. Tell me how badly you want it, want me to fuck you."
Liam: A moan comes from his own mouth and he whispers your name against your skin, his wet kisses trailing down your body as he clasps your thighs and holds on tight as he enters you slowly, his entirety filling you nicely, sensually. "I love it when you moan," he whispers, teeth clenched, "I love it when I make you feel better than any man has."
Zayn: The desire forms in a small bubble, circling around his tongue as he gulps thickly, his blood going straight to his groin. "You want it?" he growls softly, his hands wrapping tighter around your wrists as he pulls your lower half closer to his, "How badly do you want it? Tell me. Scream it. Moan it. Just tell me what you want, baby."
Harry: Something inside of him settles and he growls like a wild animal, latching himself onto you and leaving pretty purple hickeys all around your neck and shoulder area. "Fuck, you're so hot," he finds himself saying, his hands sprawling across you and his fingers firmly pressed against you, "So hot when you moan my name like that."
The rest won't be dirty... Well most likely
Not promising anything....