Timing is Everything (Liam Payne)

We wake up Christmas morning and start packing for our stay at his parents. It only takes a couple of hours or so to get there so its not too long of a trip. On the way I try to sleep, I dont travel very well in a car. He listens to the radio and talks on the phone to someone, business is all I know.
We arrive at his parents a little after noon, and are greeted with bone crushing hugs. We go inside and she has a small lunch prepared for us. We sit around and talk while we eat, catching up on things and them getting to know me a little better. I'm really an open book and have no issues or problems with answering any questions they have for me.
I tell them about where I'm from, where I was raised and what is was like on a farm of sorts. They ask about advertising and Liam informs them that was not my first choice, so now they ask questions about the biology major and what I had planned to do with that. He seems very proud of me and wont stop bragging about me. Its almost embarrassing.
We continue the conversation in the living room and start relaxing a little more. I have a couple glasses of wine, him a beer or two. His town is so different than mine and I think that is why they are so interested in where I am from. To me, it is hard to explain because it is home. There is just nothing like it in the whole world. I tell them one day they will have to come visit, I'm sure they would absolutely love it and my family.
It starts to get late and I help his mum put some gifts under the tree and insist that she wake me up to help prepare the food for Christmas dinner. We go to his room, which for some reason I feel really odd doing. He assures me it is all right or they wouldn't have allowed it. We get changed for bed and climb in .I rest my head over on his chest and we lay there and talk some. I change positions and roll over on my side thinking he will follow, he usually does, but tonight, he doesn't. He keep s acting like he cant get comfortable and he's messing up the covers.
"What are you doing?"
"Shhhh, I'm trying to do something."
I lay there on my back waiting on him to stop squirming.
"What do you have on?"
"Pajama pants, why?"
"That's what it is, the covers are sticking to them, take them off."
"Good grief" I say as I start taking them off. "Happy now?"
"Yes, better".
He's still moving around. I lie on my back waiting on him to be still. He's completely under the covers.
"What are you doing?"
"Shhhh, don't wake up my parents." he whispers.
I lay there, I'm about to get agitated. In a split second he's on top of me, nestled between my legs, his head poking out from underneath the covers.
"Shhh, don't make any sound, promise"
"Promise." I whisper back. Thinking he has clearly lost his mind.
His head goes back under the covers, what is he doing?
Oh My God! I feel his mouth around my slit on top of my panties. I take a deep breath in. I hear him under the covers, "Shhhh". He does it again this time barely nibbling on me. I try to lift up the cover but he has his hand holding it down somehow. I cant see him, plus its pitch dark in here. I feel his hot breath on me, he's making me very wet. I feel his fingers feeling around the outside of my silk panties, til he finds my clit. He's tracing my folds and creases with his fingers, teasing me. He finds my clit once again and nibbles on it just enough for the slightest amount of pain, enough for me to moan. "Shhhh". Is he serious? He puts his mouth on it again and pulls it with his lips almost kissing it. As he does this he slips a finger inside to find me very wet. I notice he lets go of the sheet. He uses his hands to spread my legs. One hand in the crease between my leg and pubic area, the other using his fingers to plunge deep inside me. The hand at the top of my leg is slowly moved, still on top of my panties, he places his thumb over my clit and starts massaging it. Again, a moan. He stops and his head appears above the covers followed by his body. He comes up to me and kisses me. "You have to be quiet or I cant do this. You'll wake my parents", and he disappears again. Hands back in the same position, he starts again. I bite my lip to maintain some control of what sounds I make. With the free hand he pushes my panties aside and his mouth is now directly on my clit pulling it with his lips, sucking on it, a finger inside me going in and out. He raises up, covers falling down his back. Our eyes have adjusted to the darkness, he's watching me. He slides two fingers in, still massaging my clit, I cant spread my legs any further apart, he's as close to me as he can be. I try to look down at him, hes completely undressed. His cock is at full erection. He pulls his fingers out and stops massaging and goes down on me, full mouth, driving his tongue inside me, sucking my clit as he pulls his tongue out. I've pulled a pillow over my face, I cant take it. Then he stops, backs up down to the end of the bed, grabs my ankles and pulls me down.
I feel paralyzed. I have never felt anything that good in my entire life. He reaches up and removes my panties and throws them somewhere. "Work with me." He whispers in my ear as he kisses my neck. I nod my head in agreement. He goes down to the end and pulls me to get on top, straddling him, I do. I understand. I take his cock in my mouth as he is going down on me. I am sucking him with fervency with every ounce of what he is making me feel. My breath is catching, he is going to make me come soon. I have one hand supporting my weight, while the other holds him in position. He has one one hand pretty much holding me open so he can have all access to me. I stop on him, "I'm about to come" I whisper, and he stops. He directs me lay down again. He's moving around again, back between my legs. I hear it, as soon as he touches me with it. The pillow again. "Come for me" he says as he kisses my stomach "I want to feel it" He places a finger inside and is pulling it in and out, as he places the vibrator ever so lightly on my clit.. I groan letting him know I'm almost there. I come. He pulls his finger out and puts his mouth on me, tasting me. My body is exhausted. When he is finished he plants kisses on my stomach making their way up. He kisses around my breast, onto my nipple and moves to my collar bone and neck. "Mind if I get relief?" he whispers, I shake my head no. He slowly enters me and he takes a deep breath in. I hear him curse quietly, my hands feeling of his biceps as he pushes and withdraws from me. He's getting close so he buries his head in my neck, trying to muffle the sound of his groaning as he comes. He's out of breath, he lays next to me. We lay there listening to nothing but silence and our heavy breathing.
He climbs out of bed using the flashlight on his phone to find our clothes. He hands me a damp rag, he had this planned. I clean up and give it to him. He slides on his boxers, fixes the covers and climbs back into bed.
"Now where were we?" he whispers.
"I believe I had turned over so we could spoon til I was so rudely interrupted" I whisper back.
He wraps his arm around me and pulls me close and kisses my shoulder. "Shhhh".
We wake up the next morning to the smell of Christmas dinner being prepared. He slides on some pants and a shirt and goes to check on things. I go to my bag and find my One Direction footed pajamas my niece got me, slide them on and join him.
His mom covers her mouth as I come around the corner, everyone turns and looks at me and starts laughing. The look on his face is priceless. I walk up to him and plant one on him, and go to fix myself some coffee.
"You two must have been pretty tired, I didn't here a peep from your room when you went to bed, that's why I let you sleep." His mom comments as she is minding the food.
"Exhausted" he says as he kisses her cheek, turns to me and winks.
Both sisters have arrived with in minutes of each other and smother me with hugs and asking hundred of questions.
He keeps looking at the pajamas, I keep smiling.
I head to the room to get changed into more appropriate clothes and he follows to do the same.
"Where did you get those and why are you wearing them?"
"My niece for one and I thought I'd show my support for you" I say hugging him and kissing his neck. "Do you not like them?" I say laughing.
"Just, I don't know. Just take them off. I would expect a teen aged girl to wear them, not my girlfriend."
I laugh as I take them off and put on some jeans, a red long sleeved T, and a holiday scarf.
He continues to nod his head as he gets dressed. He puts on a pair of jeans and pulls out a hideous Christmas sweater and puts it on. "You wore the pajamas, I wear the Christmas jumper".
I mouth the word "Wow" and walk out the door, him following me. Everyone agrees there will be no family Christmas picture as long as he has the sweater on. I, on the other hand, convince them otherwise. What else better to remind him of this day than a picture of him with that sweater on. Everyone changes their mind and agrees. I won that round. As everyone makes their way to the dinner table, we make child like faces at each other, stopping under the mistletoe to steal a kiss.

Notes

For my beloved fan . . .you know who you are ;)