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 isZayn.
There are matters of the heart involved. Everything feels amplified. His touch doesn’t feel good. It feelsinsane, 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 laylike 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’smyreaction 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.
