After the Show

"Hey."

The deep, familiar voice made me turn around to find him standing behind me, that signature smile playing on his lips. It had been a great show, as always. Powerful, energetic, passionate, infectious. I had noticed his eyes returning to the VIP gallery as he belted out one number after another with the other lads, and I had coloured under his intent gaze every single time. The other WAGs had giggled and nudged me when they noticed us exchanging looks and it had only made me blush harder. I knew what he had in mind right away when he kissed me before leaving for the sound check this morning. Unlike how his good morning kisses usually are, today it was wilder... one that dragged me out of my sleep in no time. Before I could even open my eyes properly, he was gone, leaving me aroused for the rest of the day. But evening had dawned and so had our time together.

"Are you okay, baby?" his voice pulled me out of my reverie once again and this time he was standing before me. I nodded and smiled, standing on my toes to kiss his cheek.

"I never got to tell you," he smiled, pulling me closer to his body, "You look amazing tonight."

I lowered my gaze and tugged at the collar of the white coat he had on, a soft smile flickering on my face.

"You don't look anything less yourself," I giggled, looking up at him. He ran a finger across my cheek and then gently cupped my face, planting a tender kiss on my lips. I closed my eyes, pleasure creeping on me like the sun's rays, as I felt his hands on my skin. His lips were warm and left a wet trail as he caressed my face and neck. I wrapped my arms around his neck, every part of my body humming to his touch.

"I think... we should... The others must be wondering..." I tried to speak, but he cut my sentences short with his kisses.

"Let them wonder," he whispered against my mouth, his voice husky with desire, "I need some grown-up time with my girl."

"Now? I mean-"

"Shhh... I need to take you right now. Is that a complaint I'm hearing, princess?"

I bit my lips and half-smiled, the idea of sneaking away and making love getting me excited. Shaking my head slightly, I pulled him close and kissed him again.

He noticed the coast was clear and took hold of my hand, leading me back to our suite. Running and giggling the whole way like naughty teenagers, we reached our destination shortly, and as he opened the door, we both stumbled in. Slamming the door shut with his foot, he leaned against it and pulled me closer, sighing softly as his mouth found mine again.

"You've got me hot with those sexy moves, you know that? I mumbled, thinking about the pelvis thrusting dance moves that were always a part of their shows. He laughed against my neck.

"You've got me hot and hard right from this morning, babe," he smirked, "And now... with this dress, you're just driving me wilder."

"Is that why you kept eyeing me throughout the show?" I chuckled.

"If I could, I'd have you right there," he breathed, feeling the curves of my body. I reached over and kissed his neck, tasting the salty remnants of the dried sweat.

"You need a shower," I smiled, unfastening his neck tie and letting his dark chest hair peek from beneath the shirt.

"Let me rephrase that," he said, leaning his head back as I flung the tie aside and took over his shirt, "We need a shower. Together."

I looked into his hazel-green eyes blazing with raw lust and felt my stomach tightening. We hadn't had a shower together in a while. With his crazy schedule, we go to see each other so less, that in moments like this, it became impossible to hold it back any longer. He shimmied out of his shirt that I had unbuttoned for him and kissed me again, only this time it was more demanding. My nipples thickened against the lacy fabric of my bra. And hidden, secret parts of my body, parts I'd never been fully aware of until he discovered them for me, throbbed with desire.

He grew hard against me, and I instinctively pressed my hips against his erection, enjoying the arousal that flared between us instantly.

"Damn, I want you so fucking much," his voice was rough.

"What are you waiting for?" I gasped, fumbling with his belt.

"To get out of these damn pants and shoes!"

He let me go for a moment as he stripped to his briefs and my body shimmered with anticipation as he took a bold half-step toward me. My eyes closed as he wrapped his strong arms around me and slid a bold hand inside my dress, down my panties. Hot and slick, I writhed against him.

"Take me, take me, take me," I chanted, getting desperate with every breath. He smiled naughtily and in one swift move, scooped me up in his arms and headed for the shower. Before I knew it, I was standing in my underwear with the warm water pouring down on us.

I kissed him on the lips. What started as an innocent peck, turned into an instant hunger. His arms gripped around me tighter, as he pressed me even harder against the wall. My arms were around his neck as our lips melted into one and my tongue searched out his. I sucked on his bottom lip and a moan escaped from deep within his throat. I felt him harden in between my open and parted legs. The time we spent apart had only made our kisses even more intense and our carnal desires even harder to fight. I had missed him terribly and my heart and body just wouldn't let me pull away from his kisses. Finally, he willed himself to pull away for a short while, only to stare into my eyes.

On an impulse, I raked my nails over his chest, down past his taut stomach, to the thick bulge beneath it. He groaned loudly as I wrapped my hand around his rigid length through his briefs. I held him tight, while I let my other hand rest on the firm curve of his gorgeous arse. Only then I slipped my fingers into his briefs, against his hard and hot skin. He kissed my nose, which made me smile. My diligent fingers, without checking back with my brain, stoked him intimately, while my other hand slid up his body to caress the muscles of his chest.

The musky aroma of sexually aroused male drove me half-crazy. He was so handsome. Lean and hard, with just enough body hair to be manly.

He grew harder still when I drove that same hand lower to carefully pull down his briefs. My breath came in unsteady gasps as desire pounded inside me like a drum, heightened by his obvious excitement. His erection throbbed against my hand and made me shiver.

"God... babe..." he groaned against my face, "You're driving me insane..."

He unhooked my bra with one hand while his other hand slipped inside my panties once again, carefully and effortlessly moving the material aside. I moaned and threw my head back, the water running down our bodies. But even amid all that water, he could still figure out how wet I was for him.

"You have no idea how much I love you," he breathed, framing me with one hand as he kept exploring my insides with the other, "And how long I'd been waiting for this moment."

My hands found his throbbing erection again, and at the same time, he pushed a finger inside me, then another, and another. I gripped his shaft hard and groaned aloud, taken aback by the sudden wave of pleasure. He lifted one of my legs up his hips for better access, his weight pinning me to the bathroom wall.

"You're so tight..." he moaned, as he thrusted his fingers in and out of me while I continued fondling him.

"Harder!" I cried, biting on my bottom lip as I felt his fingers working their way deeper inside me.

"You like it, huh?" he groaned, as he looked down at my face, "Like this?"

I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt myself building towards release.

"Oh, yes. Do it, do it. Fuck me with your fingers," I wriggled under him, enjoying the sound of my own pleasured moans. I clutched him to me as he flicked my hard nub with his thumb until every nerve and muscle of my body hummed with sheer delight.

Needing to taste me, he claimed my lips in a passionate kiss, my fingers tangling tightly in his hair, keeping him there as our mouths opened wider and tongues fought for dominance; licking, sucking, nipping at each other's lips and tongue as we almost devoured each other.

"Oh, God..." I moaned into his mouth as he rubbed his thumb over my throbbing clit, "No please... don't stop, so close..."

I was so close to orgasm, I could feel it building deep inside my core, and I knew it wouldn't be long. Rocking my hips down on his hand, I almost fucked myself on his fingers, as they penetrated me even deeper.

His thumb flicked my clit and it tipped me over the edge and my walls clasped around his fingers, drawing them tight inside me as I wrenched my mouth from his and cried out his name. It was only the weight of his body against mine that stopped me from sliding to the floor, my body still quivering as I slowly came down from my orgasm.

As my vision cleared, I felt him holding me in his arms, planting soft, sweet kisses against my neck and jawbone. I looked into his eyes, my hands instinctively travelling to his erection once again. Flashing a devilish grin, I turned us around so that his back was against the wall. Without a word of protest, he leaned back and allowed me to fondle him, and I felt him stiffening in my hands. I was never a blow-job person; for some reason I found it gross and he understood. But I made up for it with my hands, that worked magic on him always. I pumped him hard, my bosom rubbing against his chest, as his hands felt my wet body. He held my hair and kissed me passionately, groaning occasionally.

"Babe... don't... please... not this way... I want to come inside you..."

His face was flushed and I knew he'd come any moment.

He turned off the shower and without caring to dry the water from our bodies, he lifted me up and made his way towards the bed. As he placed me on top of the white sheets, the water dripping from my body and hair made small stains on them. I waited anxiously, my legs spread, my hands above my head. He hovered above me, the water from his hair dripping on my lips, creating unexplainable sensations within me. I felt his tip pressing against my entrance and I moaned in anticipation.

"Inside me. Now!" I almost commanded, but all he did was smile enigmatically and lean over to kiss me softly. His stiff hard length still probed at my wet opening and it aroused me to the point of agony. I tried to lift my hips but he had pinned me down with his weight, his hands keeping mine right where they were- above my head. He moved over from my mouth to my neck and kept heading southwards, frustrating me. Foreplay? Just when I wanted him to pound me? As if reading my thoughts, he sneered against my stomach.

"Sometimes, it's fun to do things out of order,' he said, coming back up again, "Let's take it slow, shall we?"

"No, I want you to pound in me, do you hear? Hard and fast and deep!"

"God, you're so adorable when you're desperate," he chuckled, claiming my lips once again, this time in a more urgent kiss. Without warning, he slid inside me, making my breath hitch for a moment.

"Fuck!" he swore aloud under his breath, "You're so amazing... so wet, so tight, so fucking tight..."

I wrapped my legs around his waist, as he started to move slowly, driving me crazy. He had always taken it slow. And somewhere, I agreed that rushing made people mess up. We had waited two years into the relationship to get physically intimate... but since then, there had been no stopping us.

"Baby!" I cried out, my whole body burning up, as I dig my nails into his shoulders, "Fuck me harder! I want to feel you in my cunt, in my arse, in my throat, in my soul, everywhere!"

He growled against my neck, gripping my wrists tighter as his thrusts gained momentum and his mouth became hungrier. He grabbed my lips into a hot, open-mouthed kiss, crashing his tongue against mine, even as I bucked my hips to match him thrust for thrust. He grazed his tongue along my shoulder-blades, pulling my body into his, pumping madly into me.

He pushed deeper, my walls clenching around him. God! If there was a heaven, this was it. Even as his body found a rhythm with mine, the force seemed to be drawing the life fluid out of us. He bit my neck, trying in vain to maintain control, but within a few seconds, his body was not listening anymore as he was racing toward paradise. My cries escalated as I felt the pressure building and within a few moments, I had lost it.

"Shit, baby, I'm coming! Keep going, keep going. Ugghh!"

I came hard, contracting around the length of him in waves. He surrendered to my power and shot rope after rope of his seed, shuddering at the sheer intensity of being emptied so completely.

"I love you, babe! I- Oh God-"

He went deeper, and deeper still, his arms wrapped around my thighs, holding me in place, seeking whatever it was that his body needed. My mind disengaged completely as sensation took us over, and we followed it wherever it led us. When we finally started to come down, I was trembling from head to toe. So was he.

He moved over and dropping to my side, drew me up against him. We both were completely spent and breathing hard. He opened his eyes and looked at me, noticing the tear that had dried on my cheek.-

"Are you okay? I kind of lost it there at the end..."

His words vaguely reached me but I had no strength to squeeze out a reply. Sighing contentedly, I snuggled closer into his arms and felt his heart slowing down. He stroked my hair with one hand and entwined fingers with the other, his lips moving down to kiss my forehead.

"This was unbelievable," he sighed aloud, his eyes dropping close, "You amaze me every time."

I looked up at him and into his eyes; the raw desire had now been replaced with love- pure, unadulterated love for me. He was the man of my dreams and always would be.

"We better get going," I finally spoke, wriggling in his arms, "I bet the others must have figured out what we're up to."

I blushed at my own words and smiled softly. Beside me, he was smiling as well.

"I love you, my princess," he rubbed my nose with his, giving my hand a soft squeeze, "You make my life complete."

"I love you back," I smiled at him, "And did I tell you the show was incredible?"