Timing is Everything (Liam Payne)

I drop my bags and run to him. I cup his face in my hands kissing him as if I havent seen him in years, all the while he's trying to undress me. I stop kissing him long enough to finish undressing. I push him down on the bed and straddle him, I sit up to take him in. He lays there and does the same. Its almost as if we cant believe we are here together, together again. He sits up and I wrap my arms wround his neck and kiss his collar bone, his jaw, his earlobe, temple and lips. I have missed him so much. His hands have been rediscovering me like they've forgotten what what I feel like, remembering every curve, indention, rise and fall. His left hand rests in the small of my back pulling me closer to him, while is right hand holds my left breast so tenderly, rubbing his thumb over my nipple. I'm lost again in our world. Our mouths cant seem to get enough of each other. We stop and look at one another in the eyes. I love his eyes. The eyes are a window to the soul, and he has the kindest, sincere soul of anyone I've met. He lays me back and I let his mouth explore me. Starting at my neck and making their way down. He stops at each breast and kisses each nipple then continues on his way down. He makes his way between my legs and kisses my thigh. He moves back up to my wetness and kisses there. He pauses for a quick second and gently pulls my clit with his lips as to kiss it. I moan. He raises up and looks at me and gives and evil grin, and does it again, this time with a little more intent. I moan again. He gently slides a finger at the same time as his lips pull on me again.My back arches. He moves and kisses me just below my pelvic bone. With his finger still moving in and out he adjust himself over me.
"Are you ready?"
"I dont know, you tell me" I seductively say to him.
"I could do more . . ."
"NO! I'm ready because if you do more, I wont last."
He pulls his finger and out and motions for me to turn on my side. He lays behind me and raises my leg to rest on him. His finger finds my wetness and uses it to guide himself in. This position allows him to go much deeper and I catch my breath. He slides in closer to me slowly thrusting and savoring every movement, every sensation. While resting on one arm his other is around me gently kneading my breast, while he breathes so heavily into my shoulder. I feel at a disadvantage. I cant see him. The most I can do is reach behind me and grab his very toned thigh. As I do this I feel each muscle in his leg contract and release with each movement. The pushing is getting more intense and so is his breathing, he gently bites into my shoulder and then kisses it. He stops. Gets up, rolls me onto my back and gets between and my legs and enters me full force. My back arches and I let out a moan. He is pushing very hard and my pelvis meets him with every move. My legs are starting to shake, it wont be able to last much longer. My back arches and I say his name. He has all but collapsed on me, his elbows alone supporting him. His mouth is at my shoulder breathing in and out hot air. He moans and comes.
We lay there in silence next to each other, catching our breath. The AC is the only noise we hear.
"I'd say that was awesome make up sex, but we never fought." He says kind of laughing.
"Wow, is my only comment."
"I think I'm going to need a shower after that. Care to join?"
"I belileve I will."
We made our way into a huge marble bathroom and took a shower together, taking turns washing each others backs.
We exit the shower and decide to order up room service.
I get dressed in some lounge pants and a tank top. He, the bat man lounge wear I have seen before.
"That looks familiar"
"It's my favorite" he says in a childish voice.
He takes me in his arms, "I'm didnt mean to frighten you, I just missed you so."
"Well, you redeemd yourself", I say with a wink. "Oh, how did you get into my room? I didnt give the desk permission to let anyone in my room."
"Have you forgot? I am Liam Payne."
"No my dear, I have not forgotten" I say as I kiss his lips.
I dont know what this is or how it all happened. I just know my heart is happy but my brain is fried. I dont want to ruin whatever this is so I will let it play. Let the clock run. If it runs down and out of time, I will figure that out later. He may not even know what 'this' is. He may be just following his heart, or his dick. Men are known to do that. But as Scarlet O'Hara would say, "I'll think about it tomorrow".
We eat our dinner and shortly after, crawl into bed. We lie face to face, legs intertwined, playing twenty questions. Favorite movies, bands, songs, actors and actresses.
"How long can you stay"?
"How long do you want me to"?
"Well, I would like to see Paris with you . . ."
"It's settled then. I'll stay and see Paris with you."
My face turns down and a frown replaces the smile. "So, we'll go our seperate ways at the end." I say matter of factly.
"I guess it means we will. But I'm not leaving you alone this time."
He smiles, "Why dont you see if you can lay over in London with me? "
"I'll call during our break for lunch tomorrow."
I like this idea.

Notes

Now that we all need cold shower . . . .
To let the head or heart lead is the question.