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 fuckingmoving,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 regainedcontrol 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.
