Timing is Everything (Liam Payne)

After a wonderful dinner, we go to the living room to exchange gifts. Liam's dad passes them out and everyone takes turns opening them. His mum starts it off. I was a little nervous about the quilt I had gotten her, but she loved it. His dad is next, he also loves his jacket and tries it on for size. Liam was right, a good fit. His sisters love their vases and hint to their men they need flowers on a regular basis to keep in them. They tell me to go next but I tell Liam it is his turn. First one is the smaller box. He opens it and wonders where I was able to find something like it. He had never seen one like it. He takes his watch off to see how it will sit in it. Then takes it out and puts it back on. He gets the larger box and shakes it unsure of what it is because of the weight of it. He opens it and immediately tries it on. The leather is super soft and the jacket as a whole is very comfortable despite it being on the heavy side. He leaves it on. I am last. I am handed a gift from his parents, I truly was not expecting anything. It's a painting of London. It's beautiful. I know just where to put it when I get home. I am then handed a small box. Inside is a velvet jewelry box. I pull it out and open it. Inside a set of silver and gold bangles with rubies and diamonds set on the top. I am floored. They are absolutely gorgeous. I turn and hug him. "There's more" he says as he moves stuffing around in the box. I reach in and grab another box, smaller. There's that part of me that flinches. Scared. I pull it out and open it. There pinned on black velvet, ruby and diamond earrings to match. Inside I am relieved. I hug him and tell him it was too much. I immediately put on the bangles, I love them. The earrings, I will wait. After the last gift is opened everyone starts cleaning up the living room and the kitchen. We stay there another couple of hours and he tells his parents its time for us to head back. He tells his parents to visit and he'll call when we arrive at his place.
The drive back to London was pretty much uneventful. I cant stop looking at the bracelettes.
"You like them?"
"Love them! How did you know I liked rubies?"
"A little bird told me."
Someone had been talking to my mom. I smiled, laid my head back on the head rest and closed my eyes for a little bit. He touched my leg and woke me up, we were back in London, I had fell asleep. We got everything back in and I started some clothes in the washer. He got a beer and sat on the couch. As I walked by he grabbed me and pulled me into his lap.
"I really like my gifts" he said and then kissed me.
"You are actually really hard to buy for, to me anyway."
I stayed in his lap and watched some TV with him, only to get up and put the clothes in the dryer.
I noticed he had gotten up and went outside. I had never noticed that he had done that before, so I followed him. He was smoking. I had never seen him smoke before.
"Am I stressing you out?"
He jumps and turns almost trying to hide it.
"Dont even try. Seriously, is this too much? I can go if you need some space." I walk over to him looking at him, trying to read him. He exhales some smoke. He takes another drag. Silence. I step closer and put my fingers through his belt loops, his free hand goes around my waist.
"It's not you. I just realized tonight in two months or less, I"ll be back on the road and you wont be there."
"In that case . . " I reach and grab the cigarette and take a drag myself. He laughs and pulls me into him.
"Get your own." and he takes it back from me smiling. I go in to kiss him and he exhales into me. I am suddenly taken back to high school. My friends and our boyfriends laying out on blankets in a field, doing this with each other. Cheap wine, Solo cups, and a radio playing from the car sterio. I take it from him again and take a puff, exhale. It's been a long time since I've done this. He puts it out pulls me in close to him. Its cold out, our body heat not enough so we go inside.
He sits down on the couch and watches the TV, I come to him and straddle him, lean in and start kissing his neck. He acts as if hes still watching TV, but whats growing in his pants, tells me he isnt. I continue to kiss him and reach down to pull his shirt over his head. I get very little assistance from him. His game. I move my kisses to his ear lightly sucking on his ear lobe and make my way down to his collar bone and kiss to the center of his chest. and start moving down. My hands slide down his chest and stop at the wiast band of his pants and over to the button. I stop kissing. I pull on his pants to slide him down some on the couch. He is still trying to act like none of this has fased him, almost ignoring what is going on. I unbutton his pants and unzip them, reach to the sides and pull them down some and then the front. I love his happy trail. I kiss down it and dont stop. As I near his erection I fold his boxers out to reach in and pull it out. His breath hitches and the speed of his his breathing increases. The remote still his hand, still trying to play it cool. I pull the foreskin back and take just the tip in my mouth and let my tongue play with it, flicking the end of it. He breathes in suddenly. I go all the down on him til I feel his hair touch my lips. He looses grip on the remote and his hands are now in my hair, holding it back. I pull up and off, kissing the tip. I go down on him again and start bobbing my head. He's no longer ignoring this now, his head is back resting on the couch, eyes closed, breathing through his teeth. I pull off slowly. I stand up and start removing my clothes slowly, him watching my every move. He mutes the TV. I remove my shirt, then pants, making sure there are no sudden movements, everything intentional. My bra is next. Lastly my panties making sure I lean over in front of him as I remove them. He hasnt missed a single movement. I straddle him and position myself over him, hold his cock and glide onto him. His hands are resting on my hips, rocking them. I decide I'll put on a show for him and start carressing my breasts for him, pinching my nipples. He tries to make my hips move faster, I dont let him. I'm driving him crazy.
He puts his hands in the small of my back and pulls me to him and whispers in my ear."I'm going to fuck you up"
"Let me see you try". I whisper back.
In one move he has me laying on the couch, hes standing up removing the rest of his clothes. He takes my hand and pulls me back to him straddling him inserting himself into me.
"Dont forget you asked for this"
He reaches around me and puts his hands on the back of my shoulders, hes somewhat on the edge of the couch. After that everything is almost of blur of moaning and screaming. He pulls me down to where I am laying on the edge of the couch and he is over me, my legs straight up and he is pulling me into him as he is pushing himself into me. His hips thrusting fast and hard. I can say I have never experienced anything like it. I was moaning and screaming his name, him telling me to say it louder. When I thought I could take no more he stopped and flipped me over and started doing me doggie style, the same fast hip thrusting as before. He standing with one foot on the floor the other on the couch, his hands holding my hips. I come screaming his name. He slows down some and says fuck as he comes.
When he finishes, he picks me up and takes me to the shower and we shower together, bathing each other and kissing. When we are done, we wrap ourselves in towels and lay on the bed.
"Uhmm what was that?"
"Pent up frustration, I guess?"
"Wow! You might want to find a way to release that at some point. That was intense!"
"I'm good now."
"I'ds say!"
I reach over and pinch his nipple.
"Ow! what was that for?"
"Pent up frustration."

Notes

Yeah I know . . . .