I promise, we will soon move on from the sexy stuff, just not yet.

"Knock Knock" Mac Miller

"Take me to church" Hozier

"Don't give up on me" Andy Grammar

"nice to meet ya" Niall Horan

"Put a little love on me" Niall Horan

Louis collected his beer and I thanked him; he just smiled. "Fun times!" he exclaimed and went on. Sandra said something to me but for the life of me I couldn't concentrate on what she was saying. The sight before me had all my attention; Niall, with his hair dishevelled, a big grin and somehow his arm-muscles seemed bigger. He took the beer and drank half of it in one drag, I watched him swallow away, and I felt my panty-less state heavy in my blood.

"You good?" He asked, and I replied with a short nod. "Knock Knock" started playing, but my mind was off dancing for now. With two steps I reached Niall and took a hold of his belt, he was surprised by my approach, but I felt no hesitance when I kissed him. He tasted like beer, Sambuca and forbidden things. I didn't care that we were being seen by 40 others, I needed him now. He deepened the kiss even more and I made a moaning sound that made me blush. In response he backed me up against the wall and lifted my right leg up and held it. Without the restraint of his boxer, I felt his cock almost right at my centre in this position. I wanted to keep my eyes open to see his facial expression, but it was all so much.

"Fuck the party," Niall said.

"No, please fuck me." I bit his lower lip and then he let my leg go. He took a step back and stared at the ceiling before he took my hand, kissed my fingers and walked me out of the room. Liam came up to us, but Niall just shook his head. Liam looked at him, then me and gave him a thumbs up. When I passed him, he halted me, kissed me and said, "You don't know what you're missing, babe." I touched his cheek, but I had no answer as Niall tugged me on.

Niall stopped for no one else although many tried. At last, we were in the private wing and he opened a door to a bedroom the size of my entire apartment. Held in blue tones and classic interior, it was a cosy room. I saw some artefacts that I guessed belonged to Niall. I couldn't explain it, but it made me happy that he had taken me to his own room, rather than a guestroom. We were far enough away from the living-rooms that the music was muted, and Niall asked if he should put some on. "Always." I smiled.

The rush we had earlier decreased, but the anticipation lingered in the air. "And what kind of soundtrack do you want for this night?" Niall caressed my cheek with one finger. "Surprise me." He cocked an eyebrow. Before he did that, he kissed me again. He kissed with his whole body, holding me like sheltering me from a storm. But the storm was inside me and he did nothing to stop that. The first song on the playlist he put on was "Take me to church." I would try my best.

The light in the room was limited to a lamp in the corner and it was perfect. The dim lightning added to the feeling that something life-changing was about to happen. Without further ado I dropped the skirt, Niall didn't say a word, just watched. In my high socks and black shirt, I walked over to him, and when I reached him, I started unbuttoning his shirt. I saw his chest rise rapidly and believe me, the feeling you get when you know a man is hurting by the need of burying himself in you, it's so empowering. When all the buttons were open, I took the shirt of him and let it fall to the floor. Now I had him in front of me, in just grey slacks, but when I reached for the belt, he stopped me.

"My turn."

My shirt didn't have that many buttons, so it didn't take long before I was in just socks and bra. Full of reverence he let his hands glide over my body. How can a touch feel that good?

He let his mouth follow where his hands had been and the fire in my body flared. Dropping down to his knees he kissed my inner thighs and with a gentle tug he made me spread my legs some. With the tip of his tongue, he made a trail upwards. And what a trail....

I grabbed his hair to have something to hold on to, and he moaned when I tugged it. He let his finger glide over my slit and I heard him breath harshly.

"So wet. So fucking wet."

Then I felt a flick of his tongue right on my clit, he sure knew where it was. My knees buckled under me and he steadied me. With his face close to my pussy, I felt the vibrations from his laughter and the warm breath hitting me. Time to take back control; I got down on the floor with him and pushed him gently till he was laying on his back, we'd try the bed later. When I had him flat, I crawled over him and turned. He had me right in his face when I opened his belt with my right hand, using the left to hold me up. Kneeling like that I felt his tongue on me, gently first, but then more aggressively when I moaned. I tried to remember what I was doing but it was hard. Something else was hard as well, I got his zipper open and underneath it his dick was pressing to be let free. Without warning I took it in my mouth, warm and salt- tasting. I let my tongue glide over the tip while in my mouth and I tasted the pre-cum. I took him in as much I could but used my hand on the part I couldn't fit. This is a sexy position, but the problem comes when you get so distracted by what the other person is doing so you just have to stop to enjoy it.

With a smooth move I straddled him the right way and I felt him so near my wetness. My body moved on it's own and he almost glided in. I couldn't help it, but I had to, I needed him inside me. Feeling his tip inside me, I stood and helped him up before I got to carried away.  "Condom?" Niall searched his pocket and nearly threw the little package at me. "Hurry up." I smiled and slid it on him after dragging his pants off him. I took a minute to admire him. "Remember this." I thought to myself.

I started to remove my socks, but Niall stopped me. "Leave them," he growled and tossed me on the bed. He took a hold of my legs and dragged me to the edge and plunged into me. I was so turned on and this was exactly what I needed. He held my thigh with his right hand to keep me still and the left hand was busy circling my clit. I thought maybe I could come without the stimulation, being so turned on, but I thanked someone for teaching him about this. He was too far away for me to touch him in this position, but I had to use my hands. I grabbed the bed sheets and tore into it. Niall didn't believe in slow and romantic, at least not now.  With the pace he kept up we wouldn't last long and that was ok, most of the night had been foreplay. I bended my upper body up in a bridge and put my left leg around his hip.

"Ahh, fuck me.» I was dizzy with lust.  He lifted me up five centimetres and got even deeper. I made a high-pitched noise while he groaned deeply as in pain, but I knew he was anything but. He spoke words too low for me to hear and I didn't care to ask. I moved my body in sync with his and I felt the build up already. Niall was focused and pounded in and out while he used his thumb to send me to heaven. In the back of my mind, I recognized Andy Grammar's voice, and the phrase "Don't give up on me" took on a whole new meaning. I touched my breast, I needed more stimulant, and I knew the visual would help Niall over the edge. To lost in the ecstasy I closed my eyes as the waves crashed over me. Removing the thumb; Niall picked up the speed just a fraction and I felt my body clench around his dick. This was everything I wanted and needed. The orgasm seemed to last forever, and I pulsated around him while clawing at his arms.  Two thrusts and he stilled inside me with a pained looking expression on his face. He looked up and then down at me while mumbling something that sounded like "Nav". Our heavy breathing mixed up in the room as we stilled in the aftermaths of our orgasms. The whole thing was over in three minutes and I was more satisfied than I ever had been. I looked at Niall's flushed face and felt my heart skip, he looked glorious. When "Nice to meet ya" started playing I had to giggle. He smiled and sang along which made me laugh even more. The laughter made my body move and he glided out of me and left me empty. With a swift movement, he removed the condom and went to toss it in the bathroom. He looked quite comfortable walking around naked, he would probably be a natural talented stripper. I scooted further in on the bed, and Niall tossed himself beside me. A slightly awkward silence followed before I rolled on my side and made my finger follow an invisible path down his back. Then I kissed his shoulder, which made him kiss mine and it became a tag and kiss game. We ended up with him on top of me and the weight of his body comforted me rather than making me panic. It was an amazing feeling.  I kissed him slowly and I felt the lust awaken again, but I was too tired to play it up. "What time is it?" I had no idea; the night had seemed so long, yet everything had happened so fast. I was disgruntled when Niall slid off me to check his phone, but he didn't move far as it lay on the bedside table. I couldn't remember him putting anything down when we came here, maybe he had left it in his room the entire party. "Four" he said. "Hah. Almost breakfast time then" I joked. On cue, Niall's stomach growled. I giggled again, and he laughed. I went serious, "You know, I have never done this." Niall looked shocked, "What do you mean? A hook up?" I rolled my eyes, "No, this. Giggling in bed after the sex. I have always just left or kicked them out, not wanting to linger. Somehow this is different, and I don't know why." Replaying the words in my head I thought that maybe he would take the last sentence offensive, but I couldn't explain it any other way. "Babe, you are unbelievable." Niall's smile was contagious, and the accent made my heart skip again. "I just fucked you to heaven and back and you are thinking about the giggling." This, of course, made me giggle even more. He slapped my but, "Come on, witch, we have to get something to eat. You can't survive on alcohol alone." "aargh, don't make me move" I complained. My body was a jelly clump. Niall went over to a closet and dragged on a boxer, a pair of sweatpants, and a hoodie, before tossing a pair of pants to me as well. I got up from bed, most unwillingly, but I WAS hungry. With a smirk, I pulled the pants on me without anything under. To be true, I had no idea where my trousers were. I was still drunk, but not plastered as before and I got dressed without falling over. Skipping the shoes, Niall took my hand, and we left the room in search for food. It sounded like the party was still going strong, although with less people. We passed a door when I heard shouting from the inside; "Give it to me, hard!" Niall and I looked at each other and burst out laughing. "Who's room is this?" I asked between the laughing fits. "Zayn" he responded. "Good for Sandra" I replied with a grin.

Downstairs the party had simmered down, Niall explained that security had been given orders to start kicking people out after three. Most of the people left were the ones working on the album that stayed either in the house or in hotels nearby. I hadn't noticed but it seemed like they had staff that had tidied throughout the party because the place looked nowhere as bad as I assumed it would. Hand in hand we went straight for the kitchen, and the five-six people there greeted us without any fuss. Louis was the only one I knew, and he was telling a story from one of the tours back in the days. Niall opened the fridge and looked at the content. "Sandwich?" I shrugged, good enough for me. I grabbed a chair and sat while Niall made the sandwiches. In between he added to the story that Louis told and soon the whole room was in stitches. Sitting there, watching this man that had been inside me just 30 minutes ago, making me food and telling jokes, I didn't want to be anywhere else.

I concentrated on the music playing, would it fit as so many other songs that night? I smiled, "Put a little love on me". Niall met my eyes and smiled back, not knowing what I was smiling for. "For you, madam." I tore into the food.

Author's note; Carolin may think she only needs Lewis, but we all need a family. To all the lonely people out there, there is a family for you , even if it's not bloodrelated.

The word Niall says is "Neamh" (pronounced something like NAV) which means HEAVEN in gaelic.