“Yes, but he doesn’t matter, and I’m pretty sure you’re going to blow him out of the water.”
“That’s a given, baby,” he says, pushing the lace aside and sliding one finger inside me.
I almost fall off the bed as he drives his finger all the way up.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He pumps his finger in and out.
“Oh god.”
His grin is pure fire as he removes his finger and gently pushes me down on the pillows. “Spread your legs for me, Emery. Show me your pretty cunt.”
He’s so dirty, but I love it. The blush deepens on my cheeks as I do what I’m told. “Aargh,” I say when he nips at my panties with his teeth before burying his face in my crotch.
“You smell like forbidden fruit, ripe for the taking.”
“Take me,” I pant as I let go of any lingering shyness. I’m too turned on to care about anything but getting off.
Zayn hooks his thumbs in my panties and drags them down my legs before throwing them aside. His nostrils flare, and his pupils dilate as he raises my legs, planting my feet wide so he has a perfect view of my most intimate parts. His tongue dartsout, licking his lips, and liquid lust gushes from my slit. Keeping his eyes locked on my pussy, he quickly removes his shirt and jeans until he’s only in his boxers. “You’re exquisite, Emery,” he says, tearing his eyes from my cunt to look me in the eye. “I hope you know that.” He crawls over me, nestling between my legs, thrusting his boxer-clad cock against me as his lips descend on my mouth.
I grab strands of his hair as he ravishes my mouth while dry humping me, and I’m so close I could climax like this.
Zayn lifts up, peering at me with a solemn expression. “If you want me to stop or you don’t like something I do, tell me.” His eyes probe mine. “I know you don’t have much experience, and I don’t want to force you to do anything unless you’re ready.” His fingers sweep across my cheek. “You call the shots.”
My heart swells behind my chest cavity. How is this bad boy so tenderhearted under all the bravado and bullshit? “I want this.” Emotion threads through my tone. “I want this with you.”
He kisses me sweetly before moving down my body and settling his face between my raised thighs. Then he goes to town on me, pumping two fingers inside me as his hot mouth suctions over my clit. He alternates between fast and slow, bringing me to the brink as I buck, writhe, and moan under his expert touch.
“Zayn,” I call out as sensation builds and builds.
“Let go, princess. Come all over my tongue,” he says before removing his fingers and plunging his wicked tongue inside me.
I detonate in seconds, exploding on his tongue as the most intense orgasm whips through my body, rendering my muscles to jelly. My back arches, and my hips buck up as I ride his face with no hint of shyness or shame.
I’m still seeing stars a few minutes later as he finally removes his sinful mouth from my body. His grin is proud as he leans down to kiss my lips. I taste myself on him, and it’s the dirtiest, sexiest moment of my life. “Was that good, baby?”
“Good doesn’t come close to describing it.”
His eyes scrutinize mine. “You taste the sweetest, but I need more.” He cups one cheek. “I want to fuck you, but only if you’re down for it.”
I don’t need long to consider it. Excited anxiety blooms in my chest. “I’m down for it. Fuck me, Zayn.”
“You sure?” Something flashes across his eyes, but it’s gone in a nanosecond.
“Yes.” I lift up and kiss him. “I want to give you my virginity. Nothing has ever felt more right.” I certainly never felt this way with my ex, and now I know I was holding back from sleeping with Noah because I was waiting for the right guy. That guy is Zayn. I have never been surer of anything.
“I’m not sure I’m worthy, but I’m too selfish to say no,” he quietly admits, and I frown, wondering if there is some hidden meaning behind his words.
I watch as he climbs off the bed, grabs a condom from the drawer of his bedside table, and removes his boxers. His cock springs free, and my eyes almost pop out of my skull.
He’s huge. It’s like an anaconda, and there’s no way that thing will fit inside me!
My mouth turns dry as anxiety mushrooms in my chest, and panic races through my veins.
“Emery.” His fingers stall around his cock as he watches me. “Talk to me.”
“I.” I wet my dry lips, and I’m awash with confusion. My body is still down to fuck, but the sudden rush of nerves has me second-guessing myself.
Zayn sets the condom wrapper on top of the table and sits on the edge of the bed. He threads his fingers through my hair. “You’re not ready.”
