Zayn lifts me onto the table in his bedroom and my lips attack him with full force. The lust grows every second and my womanhood becomes more wet by the minute. My hands travel down to the hem of his shirt and tug it up and over his muscular body. Our lips parting for a second and then locking again. His arms wrap around my waist as he pushes my stomach into the bed and reaches for my zipper. A wave of moans traveling from my mouth and into the air as his mouth meets my breast once he flips me back over and hovers my body. His tongue massaging my hard mound back and forth gently knocked the wind out of me as a river of butterflies erupted in the pit of my core. His finger’s linger on the edge of my underwear, slipping down in between my wet folds; my back arches in the process when his finger comes into contact with my clitoris.
A ripple of moans escaped my mouth and he captured my other breast in between his index and middle finger kneading it into paradise. My hips buck off the bed when he slips a finger in between my wetness. His lips biting and sucking my skin on my stomach, not caring as he leaves his territorial marks over my epidermis. “Ah Zayn.” I groan deeply while he rubs his finger’s on my clit while thrusting painfully slowly inside of my throbbing walls.His mouth blows cold air on my labia and I shiver in delight. I suck in a sharp breath when his tongue meets with my sweet spot and I release a groan from within my throat. He sinks another finger inside of my aching walls and knocks them back and forth, letting streams of pleasure take over my senses.
“Zayn...” I howl. “Tell me how you much you want it.” He stops what he’s doing and I whimper. “Zayn please.” I cry out. His mouth kisses my collarbone and jaw which makes me shiver. He captured my lips and his sweet sultry turned me over to insanity. He sinks his claws further into me; my core bursting into a roaring fire. My folds become wetter and wetter as each second passes and his finger’s devilishly knead back and forth.
My head swims in the kaleidoscope of euphoria and immense pleasure. “Moan for me Ana.” Zayn coaxes. His thumb grazes my clitoris and he applies powerful pressure onto it making me holler his name. My head is spinning and I can’t even think straight at the feeling of his finger in my tight walls. “Zayn!” He places three finger’s inside of my labia and thrusts faster and faster until my eyes go back into my skull. “Uhhh...” I moan. His lips find mine and devour them whole as I feel waves of ecstasy filling me. “I love you.” He says in my ear and I let out a deep moan.
“Zayn...Oh my god...Zayn.”
My back arches as his tongue massages my womanhood and he maliciously slows down, making me whine. I feel another moan secrete from my mouth as he picks up the pace once more, edging my release that much more. “Beg Ana.” He purrs in my ear stopping completely and the throbbing between my legs becomes nearly unbearable. “Zayn please. Please.” I plead with him and he thrusts into me at light-speed.
My toes curl into the sheets of the bed as an orgasm rips through my entire body and my head plunges into the pillows while moans fill the room. My breathing becomes ragged and I feel my heart pounding in my ears. Zayn flicks tongue continuously over my drenched womanhood and thrusts his fingers in out and faster as I ride my orgasm out longer. “I...need...fuck” Zayn whispers.
“What’s wrong?” I pant, coming down from a climatic high. That was the best and only orgasm I’ve ever had that felt that damn good. “Shit...I don’t have a condom.” He stresses. “It’s alright.” I gasp. He hover’s me. “Are you sure?” He asks. “Y-Yes.” I moan smashing his lips against mine. His tongue finds mine, massaging them together and I reach down for his slacks, grabbing his belt and undoing it with one hand. “Ah.” I wail as he rubs his finger back over my clitoris.
“Zayn please.” I plead and wrap my hands around him. I hear him growl. “Ana don’t do that. I’m already hard enough.” He groans. I pace myself over him slowly and feel him suck in a breath. “Ana.” He moans and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. “Zayn I want you. I want you to fill me.” I say and he kisses me lustfully. “I love you.” He says and removes his boxers. I watch as he gets back on the bed and I crawl up backwards into the pillow’s. “Come here.” I shriek as he yanks my ankles so I’m directly under him. “I’m going to make love to you.” He says and lines up with the entrance of my womanhood.
Then he slowly pushes in and I cry out with desire. “That’s it.” He whispers into my ear and sinks further into me. A guttural moan leaves my mouth as he fills me completely and I feel my eyes roll into the back of my head. He kneads back into me slowly and then picks up the pace going in and out faster and faster until I’m a moaning, panting mess beneath him.
The steam of heated passion and dire need of him made me lose any sense of reality. “Scream for me Ana.” Zayn heaves and I dig my nails into his back while he sinks in even further and I gasp when his manhood hit’s my g-spot making me moan even louder.
How in hell?
“Zayn!” I screech. His manhood slams into me feverishly and pounding so hard that I knew I’d be sore tomorrow. I grasp onto his biceps in an attempt to hang on for dear life, but the ripple’s of intense pleasure surge in me and euphoria makes my skin burn. Butterflies crash together in my core and electricity in my veins explodes. Sweat beating against my forehead and deep love for this man filling the deepest parts of me.
I let out the loudest half-moan, half-scream my lungs can muster and another orgasm hits me like a damn mac truck. Zayn pursues into me harder and harder; faster and faster as my orgasm peaks and the climax kills me with my breath staggering and heart pounding in my chest.
The waves of ecstasy running through my muscles, veins and gushing out of my mouth in deep moans. Zayn groans loudly and I feel him about to blow his load, but he quickly comes out and releases himself all over me. Making it the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.
A huge moan leaves his mouth as we both collapse into the bed with heavy breathing and racing hearts. He pulls me into him and I rest my head on his chest. Sleep overcoming me and making my eyelids heavy. “I love you so much.” He raggedly says and sleep overcomes me when I shut my eyelids closed. I feel his lips kiss my drenched forehead. The sun bled in through the black curtains of darkening nature and heated my tan skin. The warmth opening my eyes to the wind racing inside from the open window. I blinked back a few times to get adjusted to my surroundings and when I heard a tiny groan, I knew exactly where I was.
In his arms.
I turned my body to face his sleeping form with tiny snores coming from his nose. I smiled in adoration running my fingers through his unruly morning hair that stood up in all kinds of directions, but looked so cute at the same time. My chest heaved up and down quietly while the waves in the distance crashed together. I shut my eyes again to breath in the air crawling in through the open glass, letting it fill my lungs completely and then exhaling out. For the first time in many nights I slept peacefully. I didn’t wake up in the middle of the night with sore muscles or sullen eyes or even sweat dripping from my skin.
I slept in his arms and not one horrible dream came to haunt me. It let me rest for the first time in nearly eighteen years and the feeling lifted my heart. The life inside of it burning around the edges. “Mm.” Zayn stirred below me, but never woke. His face looked so calm in my hands. Every wrinkle and crescent gone revealing his sharp edged jaw line and glowing skin. I ran my finger along his cheekbone, caressing my thumb back and forth over his sleepy filled face. Every movement makes each second more precious. The feeling of his body against me and the heat of his passion mixing with mine. It made me feel whole. Made me feel full of sunshine that would never fade as long as he was with me.
I rolled over slightly where my feet quietly hit the floor. Honestly, I was a little terrified to move because of the memorable night we shared that I knew I would never forget, but that I haven’t been with anyone like that in quite a while. It didn’t hurt. There was no ache in between my legs, but then again you never know unless you try to walk. I shuffle the duvet from my lean body and slightly take a step on the cold hardwood floor. A chilly sensation crawling up my spine. I take in a sharp breath and prepare myself to stand, my panties bunching up and the lace starting to irritate me.
I exhaled out as my feet hit the floor and finally I was standing. I hadn’t yet taken a step forward, but this felt good. It felt right. I place my foot in front of the other and a tiny pain rolls between my legs, yet it is tolerable. I breath slowly, taking step after step until I reach the table in Zayn’s room and my palms press against the wood. His black dress shirt resting there. I bunch it up in my hands and determine whether to put it on or not, but I don’t overthink it and slip it on. The soft material covering my naked upper half.
I walk over to the door that is open ajar and study Zayn for a moment before stepping out. He looks so handsome when he’s calm. I smile walking out into the hallway and down the white staircase. My stomach rumbling and punching me on the inside to feed it. I walk into the kitchen and open the stainless fridge wide while scanning for anything appetizing to eat and then my eyes land on a package of bacon and flour.
He keeps his flour in the fridge?
Wait maybe that is Sally. That’s definitely Sally.
I grab the bacon and search through the cabinets for a frying pan.
Sally must be an organized cook right?
“Baby girl what are you looking for?” A loud shriek leaves my mouth as Sally enters the kitchen and scares the daylights out of me. Her hair scattered everywhere while she clings a robe to her body.
“Jesús mujer me asustaste! (Jesus woman you scared me!)” I holler in Spanish. My heart beating out of my chest.
“niña, ¿qué estás buscando? (Baby girl what are you looking for?)” Sally shocks me by responding back in the same language.
“I was l-looking for a frying pan so I could make some breakfast for Zayn and I.” I say. She laughs and opens a cabinet on the top shelf. “Here you go.” She hands me a small pan and I smile. “Thank you.” I take it and place it on the stove. “How was last night?” She asks, leaning her elbows next to me while moving her hair behind her ear. I grin stupidly while reassessing last night’s events. My fingers in his hair as his sweet tongue overrides my senses. Him seeping himself inside of me while I cried out in unimaginable ecstasy. The fiery sensations of my orgasm peeking. “Yo earth to Ana!” Sally snaps me out of my dream and I rip open the package of bacon on the counter.
“It-It was...amazing.” I grin sheepishly. “Ohhh. What happened?” Sally turns into a nosy teenager within two seconds. “We kissed...then may or may not have...” I smile at the floor as blush creeps onto my cheeks. “Oh. My. God. You guys! You guys had s*x didn’t you!” Sally squeals. “Sally!” I scold with wide eyes and face turns more red than a damn Coca Cola bottle. “What?” She puts her hands up defensively. “You didn’t deny it!” She defends. “You’re just as unbelievable as that man up there.” I say turning away to face the stove.
“Oh you mean this man.” Zayn’s deep husky voice speaks in my ear which draws a sharp breath from my mouth. “Good morning beautiful.” He says, his hand squeezing my bare thigh.
I don’t have any pants on! “Fuck I forgot to pants on.” I whispered and he pressed his hips into my backside. “Do you know how sexy you look right now in just underwear and my shirt.” His voice was heating my core. “Sally is in here.” I say as an erection starts to form in his pants.
“Hey Sally you can leave for a moment?” Zayn asks. “Yeah.” She scurries away in her morning robe. Zayn quickly puts his hand on my waist and spins me around, pressing my bottom against the counter. His lips slam into mine and I in-distinctively wrap my hands around his neck. His tongue devoured mine and I groaned into his mouth. My hands kneading his hair and His other hand lifting me onto the counter with one swift motion that spreads my legs apart. “Well good morning to you too.” I giggle in between heated kisses.
“You left me in bed all alone and when I saw you in that sexy red lace underwear I just couldn’t help myself.” He smirks against my lips. I kiss him more passionately before breaking away. “So you like me in your clothes?” I grin. “Yes I fucking do.” He clarifies. I chuckle again before claiming his mouth once more and hopping down from the counter. “I’m making breakfast, what do you want to eat?” I ask. His arms swaddle me again while I place bacon into the pan. “You.” He purrs. I push my bottom against him so he’ll spot groping my bare thighs and my ass cheeks.
“Stop it.” I say. “But why.” He whips me around. “Because I’m hungry.” I turn back around and flip on the flame. “So am I...for you.” He squeezes my ass again. “Can you at least let me make food for myself before you try to grope me in the middle of broad daylight?” I request. He sighs. “Only for five minutes.” He frowns.“Hurry.” He pleads. It’s literally only been a minute. “You are so impatient.” I roll my eyes as the flame kicks up and the bacon starts to sizzle in the pan. I place three more slices into the melting butter that Sally placed in there silently and walk over to the trash can to throw away the scraps of packaging.
When I go back to the stove and witness Zayn’s muscular body leaning against the cabinets, I smirk deeply. I walk over and run my hands over his rock hard abs. “You should wear sweatpants more often.”I seductively run my fingers along his chest and mischievously grin. “Oh should I?” His hands cling to my back and I take a step back to keep from tripping. “You sure as hell do.” I run my finger over his bottom lip. “You little tease.” He growls. I giggle with a naughty smile. “You’re such a bad girl.” He takes my bottom lip between his teeth. “And you’re relentless.” I say. My breathing picking up the lower his hand goes down my stomach. “No you’re the relentless one.” He cocks an eyebrow. “Are not!” I defend.
“Are n-“ He cuts me off and crashes into my lips to shut me up. I can’t, not help, but comb my fingers through his jet black hair and push my lower half against him. That released a low animalistic snarl from his mouth. “I want you so bad right now.” He heaves. “What if Sally walks in?” The idea of getting caught exciting the hell out of me. “She’d know better than to walk in on me and my woman while we’re in the middle of fucking.” His dirty mouth igniting fluttering sensations from my core straight to my soaking labia.
“What if I’m naked?” I bring his lips to mine while purposely leaning over the counter to bring his body closer to mine. “Wouldn’t that be a sight to see.” He grins while picking me up and onto the counter; spreading legs open wide. “Zayn!” I slap him playfully. “You know how sexy you would look bent over the counter?” He smirks and presses his erection into me. I suck in a breath and moan slyly. “As much I love that idea...I need to eat.” I say as he bites the sweet spot below my ear. “I already have mine.” He remarks. “I’m not breakfast.” I gasp for air. “You most certainly are.” He retorts. “Can at least have a slice of bacon?” I ask in between ragged breath’s. “When I’m done with you.” He throws me over his shoulder and I turn the flame off just in time. “Zayn what are you doing?” I say as he throws me onto the couch. “Like I said...you can eat when I’m done with you.” He smolders and his finger digs inside my underwear. “Oh god...” My toes curl, but suddenly a loud crash sounds throughout the house.
“Ana get down!” Zayn yells.
I scramble from the couch when every window in the living rooms shatters and a piece of glass slices into my abdomen. “Fuck!” I wince falling to the ground and Zayn runs over to help me, but not before his blood spatters against the wall and my eyes watch with horror.
“Zayn!” I wail.