He looks deep in thought for a few beats. “Yeah. I like Joaquin, and we’ve been hanging out the most. Not sure if he’ll want to continue doing that, but I don’t want to argue with my brother. Not when I’ve just gotten my family back.”
Relief washes over me. “I’m so happy you found your brothers, and I’m happy Ro is getting the help he needs.” Pushing him down flat on his back, I grip his hips with my thighs and lean down into his face. “But most of all, I’m happy you’rehere and happy we’re back together. You’re my person too, Zayn, and this is our time.”
Chapter Thirty-Six
Emery
Zayn’s lips claim mine in a deep kiss as he holds my head in his strong hands and ravishes my mouth. I’m lost to everything but the feel of his lips gliding against mine and the powerful sensations he’s evoking in my body. Every nerve ending in my body is tingling in anticipation, and I need him more than I need air. When his tongue prods at the seam of my lips, I willingly open for him, purring into his mouth when his tongue tangles with mine.
In a lightning-fast move, Zayn flips us over until I’m underneath him with my legs spread wide. Whimpers flee from my lips as he thrusts his boxer-clad erection against me, driving his hot body against mine and igniting an inferno inside me. My legs go around his waist on autopilot, and my hands explore his gorgeous body like I’ll die if I can’t touch him. Sliding my fingers under the waistband of his boxers, I grab his ass cheeks and grind my pussy against him. “Zayn,” I rasp in between soul-stealing kisses. “I need you.”
“Tell me,” he says, lifting up off me a little. “Whatever you want, it’s yours.”
“Fuck me.” I peer deep into his lust-filled eyes as my hands slip around to his front and I squeeze his shaft through the black cotton. “I need you to fill me up so you are all I feel and all I see.”
“I love you.” He sits back on his heels as his fingers move to the hem of the shirt I’m wearing. “This has to come off,” he demands, and I sit up and lift my arms so he can remove it. “Fuck.” His gruff tone sends shivers cascading all over my bare flesh and my nipples stand at attention, so hard they could cut glass. Zayn cups my breasts in his hands as fire dances in his eyes. “These are so fucking perfect.” He rolls his thumbs and forefingers back and forth across my nipples, and I arch my back, moaning as liquid lust replaces the blood flowing in my veins.
“Spread your legs wider, beautiful,” he says, trailing his fingers down my body as he lies down on his stomach between my thighs. A raw, strangled sound tears from my lips as he drags his fingers back and forth across my pussy lips through the thin lace.
“Zayn, please.” I buck my hips as pure carnal need races through me. Zayn slides my panties to the side and blows on my overheated flesh and the sounds coming from my mouth barely sound human. I cry out when his tongue glides leisurely up and down my slit as my thighs grip the sides of his face, holding him in place. He chuckles as he looks up at me with molten heat in his eyes. “You’re so fucking hot, Em,” he purrs, sliding one finger inside me. I almost combust on the spot, and my inner walls hug his finger for dear life.
“You’re soaked, babe.”
“No one has ever turned me on as much as you,” I pant, propping up on my elbows and watching him add a second finger to my greedy cunt. He pumps them in and out of me while snaring my gaze and latching on. “Touch your tits and play with your nipples,” he commands, growling when I instantly obey. Hewasn’t like this with me the first time, and I’m loving this darker, rougher edge.
A shriek falls from my lips when he rips my panties in one smooth move, tossing them aside and baring me fully to him. I flop down on my back as he dives in, placing his warm mouth over my aching flesh and feasting on me. I grab handfuls of his hair, keeping myself in place as I ride his face and revel in the pleasurable sensations rippling through my body. I’m on fire as he coaxes my orgasm from me, writhing and whimpering as I let him take me to heaven.
I scream when I fall over the edge, arching my back, thrusting my tits out, and closing my eyes as I get lost in the most intense passion I’ve ever felt. Zayn crawls up my body, and I blink my eyes open as I stare dreamily at him. “How was that?” he asks, sporting a cocky grin.
“Heavenly. Exquisite. Out of this fucking world, Zayn,” I admit in a breathless tone. “You’re a fucking rock star in the bedroom.”
He chuckles before claiming my lips in a searing-hot kiss I feel all the way to my toes. Desire flares anew inside me as I grab him through his boxers. “Get rid of them. I need you inside me now.”
He chuckles as he stands, quickly disposing of the offending boxers.
I sit up and lick my lips as I stare at his impressive length, his shaft hard, throbbing, and leaking precum where it’s pointing right at me.
“Condom?” he asks, reaching for the drawer of the nightstand.
“I have an IUD, and I’m clean. I want to do it without the condom. I’ve never gone bareback with anyone, but I want to do it with you. Only you.”
“I’ve never done that either,” he admits, and a huge smile crawls over my mouth.
“It feels like I’ve been waiting forever for this with you,” I say as he moves between my legs.
“I know. I never thought I’d have this again, but I hoped.” He lifts my hand and presses a kiss to my palm before placing it against his chest. “This beats for you, Em. You own it completely.”
“As you own mine.” We move at the same time, and our lips meet in a sensual kiss that continues as he lines himself up at my entrance.
He breaks our lip-lock as the tip of his dick enters me. “Watch,” he instructs in that decadent seductive voice that turns my limbs to mush. I prop up on my elbows, watching as he slowly pushes his hard-on inside me. It’s slow torture in the most delicious way. My pussy walls grip his pulsing shaft as he slides home, and tears prick my eyes as I look to where we’re joined. I’ve never felt anything as incredible.
“You feel amazing,” he says, his voice clearly awestruck. “I’m addicted to you, Emery Copeland.”
My legs wrap around his waist as he moves down over me, resting his hips against mine as we stare deep into one another’s eyes. “I love you,” he says, sweeping his lips along mine in a feather-soft kiss. “I’ll always love you, Em. You are the other half of me.”
“Zayn.” Happy tears fill my eyes. “I love you so much, and you have me for always.”
He begins moving, slowly and then fast, and then slower again, working my body like a pro, coaxing another orgasm from me as we kiss and touch and make love. When the pain in his ribs gets too much, I move on top and ride him until he falls off the ledge, and I follow with a third powerful orgasm.
