Chapter 16 Rainfall #2
His gaze locks on my mouth, and in an instant, he is crashing his lips into mine.
The kiss is just as breath-stealing as the first one we shared.
My head explodes with the passion igniting from our joined mouths.
His lips move slowly at first, teasing mine open and I feel his hot, wet tongue breach my lips.
I open completely for him, and he devours my mouth.
Zayn trails more hot kisses down my throat and chest. He moves to the side and sucks a nipple into his mouth.
I cry out at the sensation and arch my back towards him.
He again rolls his hips, pressing his rock hardness against my center, now white hot with anticipation.
Zayn releases my nipple with a loud pop and trails lower, letting go of my hands from above my head.
“Keep them there,” he directs.
I grasp the sheet beneath me to attempt to follow his command. By the time his mouth reaches my center, I am audibly panting, my heart racing.
“Zayn,” I murmur, not at all sure what I am trying to say or protest.
He glances up at me once and gently kisses my clit. I could combust right here and now. He gives it one long, slow, luxurious lick. I tremble as he flattens his tongue and licks, from the bottom of my pussy up to my clit. Again and again, tasting me.
“Fuck, you taste incredible, baby. How have I even survived this long without having you on my tongue?” he asks, his voice sounds hoarse and low.
I look down and meet his eyes, absolutely fucking captivated. Zayn dives in, licking and lapping at my pussy. His tongue moves faster, and my orgasm builds—so fast, almost too fast.
Zayn lifts his head up slightly to whisper in that deep voice of his, “Now come on my tongue, like a good fucking girl,” before adhering his full lips over my clit and sucking. My release builds and when Zayn thrusts his thick tongue inside of me, it starts to crest, and suddenly I am there.
I let out a high-pitched scream that I’m not sure I’ve ever made before. It almost sounds inhuman. I cry out again and again. My eyes shut so tightly that I see bright white stars explode behind my lids.
Zayn continues to lick and lap at my clit, his fingers pumping in and out of me as I ride out my orgasm.
A long moment passes. As I come back to Earth, I crack my eyes open ever so slightly to see Zayn up and kneeling between my thighs, a look of smug satisfaction dancing across his darkened features.
I open my eyes fully and see that he has his massive cock in his grip and is slowly stroking himself while staring down at me.
My eyes run the length of his dick, and I lick my lips once. Oh. My. God.
“Hey Doc,” he says slowly. “Welcome back. You ready for me?”
I can’t speak. I only nod my head as my breath quickens.
“Are you on birth control?” he asks, still stroking his cock.
“Yes,” I say, “I’m on the shot.”
Zayn nods, as if confirming something he already knew. “Then put your legs on my shoulders, baby. I need to feel all of you. Now.”
He grabs my hips and jerks me back to him toward the edge of the bed.
Zayn slides his hands under my ass and with apparent ease, lifts my entire lower body upward, arranging my legs over his shoulders.
He turns to the right and gives my shin a soft kiss.
I look up at him, my heart fit to burst with the tenderness of the gesture.
He locks eyes with me and lines his dick up to my center and slowly pushes in, giving me one full inch of his length.
We both gasp in unison and our eyes lock.
Being held in his deep blue gaze is nearly as intense as seeing him fill me up. Nearly. I look down as he gently thrusts forward again, giving me another inch. The sensation with my legs raised high above my head like this is indescribable. He feels massive. He is massive.
“Oh fuck,” I say.
He runs one hand down the center of my torso, from between my breasts down to my dripping center.
He lets his fingers fall upon my clit and gently swirls them over the tight bundle of nerves there as he pushes forward and gives me another inch of him.
I am filled with desire for him now, absolutely brimming over with it.
My head begins to swim and without thinking, I buck forward against him, spearing myself fully on the remaining inches of his cock.
I cry out with a pleasure so intense that I want to cry.
“Jesus fuck, baby,” Zayn growls out. He moves his hand up from my clit to my lower abdomen to lay his palm down flat and press firmly there. His hand pressing down on me only heightens the sensations building inside of me.
“Fuck.” Zayn groans. “I can feel me right here,” he says, pressing down hard again under my navel. He thrusts into me, and bottoms out.
“Zayn! Oh god,” I moan out, never having been this wet or this full in my life.
Zayn withdraws his hand and places both at my hips as he starts to thrust in earnest. I am breathless as I feel him slide in and out.
In and out. His pace becomes punishing, and I hear him groan loudly again as I press my eyes shut so tightly, I see stars.
Before I can focus on my building release, Zayn stalls and pulls out of me.
“What—” I begin, but before I finish my protest, Zayn grabs onto my hips and flips me around, so I’m facing the headboard. I land clumsily on all fours, absolutely stunned and panting.
“Zayn!” I exclaim.
“Sorry, baby, but I need to fuck you this way too. And I need it right now,” he murmurs, and he uses his knees to widen the space between my thighs.
I feel him align himself again and push the crown of his cock inside me in one long, brutal thrust. Keeping me in place with an iron grip, Zayn pounds into me, grunting low with every thrust.
“Do you know how fucking long I’ve waited to fuck you like this, Katherine?” he asks, his voice suddenly in my ear, breathing hot and urgent.
“No,” I pant, “I don’t.”
“From the very first moment I saw you as a teenager. Sitting there at the edge of the woods. Reading your book. Pushing your goddamn glasses up your nose with your finger. Fuck,” he groans again.
“You were the most incredible thing I had ever seen. And you are so goddamn beautiful now. You are fucking perfect.”
His thrusts increase in tempo to an absolutely feral pace, and I feel his lower abdomen tighten up.
He reaches around and his massive hand finds my clit.
With nimble fingers, he strokes once and then pinches, rolling my clit between them.
I cry out suddenly with a second orgasm, which violently tears through my body.
I transcend, screaming out wordlessly, while my pussy contracts around his massive cock.
I ride the wave, again hearing my voice screaming out, but not recognizing it as my own.
Zayn fucks me through my second release, bottoming out deep in my pussy.
Trembling, I try to collapse forward. But Zayn pulls my hips up to him and holds me fast, thrusting once, twice more.
He pulls me to him and pushes in further still, now hitting my cervix, eliciting a high-pitched keen from the back of my throat.
Then he stills and begins to shake with his release as he spills into me. The sensation of his hot ropes spilling into me and gushing out around his cock is so foreign and yet so familiar at the same time. I feel like I'm flying.
Zayn bites down hard on my neck, claiming me fully as his cock twitches and jerks deep inside. I call out his name. Finally, he stills and lets his body fall over me, panting hard. He kisses the bite and one of my shoulders so tenderly that my eyes fill with tears.
How is this man real?
Slowly, Zayn lowers down further on me but stays inside of me.
He rolls us both to the side, still joined together.
My eyes close tight, as I fight for my breath to return to normal.
I feel one hot tear release from the corner of my eye.
Zayn leans in and kisses the back of my neck, letting his lips just linger there.
That tender action releases more tears and before I know it, my whole body racks with sobs, tears spilling over my lashes and pouring down my face.
Zayn’s arms close around me like steel bands, our bodies pressed close together.
I shake and cry and Zayn says nothing. He simply lets my body ride out its grief, just as it rode out its pleasure mere moments ago.
While I’m not sure where this is coming from, I suspect that one release has triggered another.
Dad’s suicide, Rae’s distance, the attack from Josh, my nightmares, the fucking note.
My sorrow and confusion. The lingering torment of the Demon case.
All of it, haunting me, and now finally peaking.
I’m safe enough in this moment to feel it all.
After a while, my body stills, and I drag in a long, shaky breath. Zayn raises up on an elbow and kisses my cheek and jaw, his warm lips and gentleness making me feel so completely safe.
I have never felt this way before. And I know in my heart that I never will again.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Zayn asks quietly in my ear.
“No. Well, yes. But not in the way you think. You didn’t hurt me, you felt amazing. But I think I hurt myself… every day. In denying what I feel and what I need… what I want. God, that probably makes no sense.”
He looks over my face and takes in my words.
“It does make sense baby. You have to hold it together and hold it in all of the time. You never get to feel safe enough to be free, to be you.”
He relaxes behind me but holds me for a long while and is quiet and still. My cries have abated by now, but some silent tears still manage to escape and streak down my face. Idly, I wonder if Zayn has fallen asleep. He is so still, and his warm breathing is deep and even.
It is not until then that I notice with a twinge of discomfort deep in my core that Zayn is still buried inside of me—and he is still hard.
Holy fucking shit.
I wiggle slightly, attempting to relieve some of the building tension in my pussy. Zayn lets loose a soft growl from behind me.
Cupping my jaw, he reaches around and collects some of my tears on his long fingers.
He moves his hand down and rubs the wetness over my clit.
I inhale sharply, consumed by the union of grief and desire.
Zayn brings his hand up again to gently drag his fingers across my tear-soaked face and repeats the motion.
His fingers wet with my tears, swirl across my clit, causing me to contract around him.
Zayn’s lips move to my neck, gently nipping and eliciting a hoarse moan. Without a word, he thrusts into me, and the angle of this new position has him pressing against the spot deep inside of me that I’m not always fully convinced even exists.
“Ahhhh,” I pant out. Zayn slowly thrusts again, moving his hand to cover my breast. He fucks me deeply from behind, and I let my head fall back against him.
Unlike the first time, this round is slow and sensual. Fueled by intimacy and vulnerability, instead of carnal desire. And, this time, I don’t feel the prick of tears in my eyes. For now, they are all spent.
Zayn moves in and out of me faster, whispering my name on each thrust of his hips. When his strokes on my clit quicken, I feel my release build and crest.
“Zayn,” I moan, and I feel him follow me over the edge, his whole body tensing up and releasing with a groan. We both still while his deep breaths heave across my neck.
“Fuck, baby, you are so fucking sweet,” Zayn murmurs, before gently pulling out of me. He wraps me into his arms, and I close my eyes, utterly satiated.
I become aware of the pattering sound of rainfall on the roof and the soft, steady breath on my ear. A glance at my phone tells me it’s just after midnight.
I think about Bundy and realize I need to go and check on him. After all, this is his first time having Zayn, or any man for that matter, stay over. Stealthily, I roll away from Zayn and slide off the bed, taking care not to wake him.
I grope for my silk robe and find it on the floor beside the bed.
Still in stealth mode, I exit the bedroom on tiptoe and head down the hallway out to the living room.
Bundy is there curled up on our favorite throw, a black velvety circle in the dead center of the cream-colored fabric.
I stoop and reach out to scratch gently behind his ears.
He purrs and I smile, knowing he is all good and we did not in fact scar him for life.
I make my way into the kitchen, still on tiptoe and get myself a glass of water.
The house is silent and still except for the faint hum of the fridge.
As I sip, I stare past the back windows, into the black where the ravine begins.
The forest appears no more than a suggestion of trees and mist, blurred in the inky night.
Then, something. Not sound. Not sight. Just a flicker—like a film frame spliced in fragments—invades my mind. Cold eyes… dead, pale, and wrong. Lit from above in that awful stuttering way that old fluorescent lights do when they're about to go out.
“You’ll know I’ve come to finish what you started.” The threat repeats in my ear as though he is right next to me.
The glass shakes in my hand. I grip the counter, steadying myself. I force my lungs to breathe in deeply and exhale for longer. A moment later, the intrusion is gone. Like it wasn’t there at all.
But still, the water tastes different now. Like metal. Or like breath held for too long. A shiver runs down my spine, and I quickly set down the glass and walk back to the bedroom, back to the safety and warmth of Zayn.
Seeing his massive form sprawled out across my bed is a thing of beauty. His tanned skin and many black intertwined tattoos seem to glow in the moonlight, and my heart contracts. It’s strange to know that I should be terrified of this man.
Instead, I burn for him.
I clamber back onto the bed and snuggle in beside him. Though still asleep, his arm drowsily winds around my waist to draw me close. He is so warm and sturdy, and I nestle my face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. A sigh of contentment leaves my lips. And finally, I sleep.
I sleep, and I sleep.
And no nightmares come to haunt me.