Chapter 26 #2
I don’t have a chance to respond before he slowly inserts two fingers inside me.
My passage instinctively clenches around him, sucking him in, all the way until I feel him hit the end.
He stays like that for a moment and I grip his shoulders, ready to start riding his hand if he doesn’t start fucking moving, when thank the God’s he curls his fingers and slowly starts to drag them back out.
My back arches harder. My eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Oh my God,” I pant as Zayn gradually picks up the pace, pumping his fingers in and out of me, his gaze sliding between watching where his fingers disappear between my legs and reading every little flicker of emotion on my face.
“God, Zayn, that feels so good.” I plunge my nails into his firm shoulders, but he doesn’t complain, instead he uses his knee to knock my legs wider, somehow hitting even deeper than before as the pleasure starts to build to an unbearable level inside of me.
Zayn swallows my moans with his mouth, slanting his lips across mine and kissing me so deeply I start to forget where I end and he begins.
Just when I think I can’t take any more, can’t maintain the pleasure welling through my veins with no where to go, he presses his thumb down and rubs small, firm circles on my clit.
I explode then, fireworks erupting inside of me. I shake so hard I feel like my body is seizing.
He keeps pumping his fingers, rubbing out every last tremor of my orgasm until I’m a puddle of molten lava in his bed.
I take a minute to catch my breath, then I curl into him as he finally withdraws his fingers and rests his hand on my hip, drawing me closer.
“Are you okay?” His words are gentle as he plants soft kisses on the top of my head.
“Not really,” I say through the clearing fog. I settle my lips on his collar bone and inhale his all-masculine scent. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to move again.”
A chuckle rumbles through his chest. “I’m not quite finished with you yet.”
That’s when I feel something rock hard pressing against my thigh.
“I’m more than okay,” I correct myself with a smile, reaching down to palm the massive bulge protruding underneath his briefs. He just gave me an Earth-shattering orgasm, yet the feel of his hard length in my hand sends a fresh wave of desire through me.
I want to satisfy him the way he’s satisfied me.
Stroking him from root to tip, I watch his abs contract beneath his skin as I give him a firm squeeze.
He’s easily the length of three of my fists, but instead of shying away from him, I press my breasts against his chest, then I throw my leg over his hip, grinding his erection into my soaked thong.
He lets out a hiss between clenched teeth.
“I need you, Gianna.”
If his words didn’t say it, his eyes certainly would. They’re all pupil, blown wide with his desire.
He grips my side and rolls onto his back, pulling me with him until he’s laying beneath me and I’m straddling his hips.
I’m ready for him. And he’s ready for me too, his erection springing free from his briefs as he shoves them down, resting his cock between my wet folds, rubbing against my most sensitive area.
I lift my hips to line him up to my entrance, but Zayn grips them, holding me in place.
His jaw is clenched, every muscle and tendon in his arms pulled tight, as if it’s costing him everything he has not to slam me down onto him.
“Say that you’re mine, Gianna,” Zayn grits out, his eyes molten as they graze my face. “I can’t have you only to give you up again. Say the words. Please.”
The intensity of his words should scare me. Instead, they only make me hotter. I need to hear them, too. I need to know this isn’t just sex for him, because I already know by the way my heart’s beating in my throat that it isn’t just sex for me.
It never could be with Zayn.
“I’m yours.”
He’s inside me within seconds, the delicious pull and stretch as he lowers me down onto him almost too much to bear. I’m about to scream out, tell him I can’t take any more of him when my ass cheeks finally land on the top of his thighs.
He gives me a moment to adjust, not only to the feel of him stretching me to my limit, but to the fire that’s instantly reignited in my belly. It feels insatiable, like it will rage on forever. An everlasting flame that could never get enough.
A few seconds. That’s all he gives me before his hands are upon me.
It feels like he’s touching me everywhere all at once, his gentle yet possessive touch insistent on every inch of my skin.
My hips, my tummy, my breasts. His hands span across my ribs and he holds me as I start to rock on top of him, air hissing out between his teeth as he throws his head back onto the pillows.
I ride him slowly, leisurely, and when he’s regained control of himself, he allows his gaze to fall down to my breasts.
“I fucking dreamed of this,” he mutters, his hands lowering to hold a punishing grip on my hips as he slowly rocks me on his cock. “But you feel better than I ever could have imagined.”
My head tips back and I answer him with a moan.
I’m so wet he’s gliding in and out of me with ease. I can feel myself dripping all over him, and he must feel it too. “I want you to make a mess of my bed, Gianna.” He groans, riding me harder. “Make a mess of me. I want to smell you on my sheets even after you’ve gone.”
His words drive me wild. I never want to get off him.
The sex in the hotel room was hot. Satisfying. Thrilling.
This is different. This is Zayn.
There are matters of the heart involved. Everything feels amplified. His touch doesn’t feel good. It feels insane, like a high I will never come down from.
“I’m not going to last, Gianna,” he bites out. “You feel too damn good.”
“Then take me,” I breathe, leaning forward and anchoring my hands onto his smooth chest for what’s to come. That’s all the confirmation he needs. He grips my hips tighter than I thought was possible, lifts me half-way up his cock, then starts slamming into me hard and fast.
The tension coils in my belly and I feel another orgasm building, and then his thumb finds my clit again and I scream out, shattering into a million pieces for the second time, my passage squeezing his rock hard length even tighter as he continues to plow into me.
“Look at me,” he hisses between clenched teeth, and I manage to drag my eyes to meet his.
He groans then, a deep, guttural sound, and I feel him release inside me.
“Your eyes- ” He pants, slamming all the way into me for a final time, “They fucking haunt me. I’ve never seen anything… more… beautiful.”
I slump down on his chest, both of us slick with sweat, and feel the tears well behind my eyes.
Something I have only ever experienced after sex once before in my life.
“I know,” Zayn murmurs as he catches his breath, wiping away a tear that’s escaped down my cheek. “I feel it too.”
We lay like this for a few minutes, my cheek pressed against his chest, our legs entwined, both content to just take in the moment.
I can’t believe I just slept with Zayn. There was a time in my life I never thought I would see him again, let alone have him again. It seems almost too good to be true.
I lift my head and rest my chin on Zayn’s chest, looking at him to make sure this is actually real, to find him already looking down at me.
“Hey,” he says, running his fingers through my hair.
“Hi.” I study him, finding warmth in his eyes that reminds me of when we were seventeen.
“It’s quite nice that I can actually sleep with you in my arms tonight,” he says, his voice low and rough, “and not have to worry about your mum bursting in here armed with a wooden spoon.”
Laughter bubbles up my throat at the memory.
“I wouldn’t be too sure,” I say, cocking a brow. “If she finds out what we’re up to there’s every chance she’ll still hunt you down.”
“I’ll take my chances. Just like I did before.”
My heart swells.
Then something warm and sticky seeps out from between my legs, onto Zayn’s thigh, and I feel the elation from our moment seep out with it. I sit up abruptly and stare at the white substance at the same time Zayn props himself up on his elbows.
I know the exact moment he realises his mistake. His muscles go taught beneath my hands.
“I didn’t use protection,” he says, eyeing me warily, as if it’s my reaction he’s concerned about.
I swallow.
“Bit late for that now.”
“Yeah,” he says, hesitating. “I’m clean. I’ve never gone bare back before. Except- ”
“Me too,” I cut him off. I got checked after finding out Daniel was sticking his dick into women that weren’t me. “Clean, that is.”
Zayn’s face darkens momentarily, and I wonder if he’s thinking about me having unprotected sex with Daniel.
The thought forces an ugly picture of Zayn and Monica to the forefront of my mind, and I’m sure my face darkens just the same.
The blissful high from moments ago is shattered and scattered into the wind.
“Why didn’t you use a condom?”
“I didn’t even think of it,” Zayn says, as if he’s just as surprised by the answer as I am. He shifts his weight to one side and runs a hand through his hair. I roll off him and onto my back.
“You don’t have to worry,” I say quickly, averting my gaze to the ceiling. “About a baby I mean. I’m, ah, I can’t get… pregnant.”
I’m suddenly very interested in Zayn’s room, half cast in darkness, half lit by moonlight.
It’s a massive room, almost half the size of my apartment, if I was to guess.
Minimalist, styled to perfection so that the spaciousness doesn’t feel cold but luxurious with decadent sheer curtains and dark wood furniture.
I investigate it thoroughly to avoid the yawning pit that’s opened up in my gut. I can’t look at Zayn.
“You’re on the pill?”
“Nope.” I shrug. “No need,” I say, my voice unnaturally upbeat.
“You’re... infertile?”
I flinch at the word. I can’t tell if he sounds relieved or devastated. Both are equally undesirable.