He moves inward finding the middle seam of my black satin panties. With a sudden jerk, he tears them apart, and I feel the slippery fabric rip away from my skin. I gasp and look down just as he gently presses his thumb on my clit.
“And… here?” he asks.
I have no words, no breath left in me to respond.
“Uhm, a-a while,” I manage to choke out. The corner of his mouth lifts in a slight smirk, and he expels out a deep breath.
“Well, fuck baby. That’s just not right. Your pussy is too pretty to have gone so long without someone worshipping it.”
I meet his eyes, and I see his pupils blown dark with desire, like the sea in a storm. He slides one of his huge hands down to fully cover my hot center. His other hand moves up to cover one of my breasts. It said something about the sheer size of Zayn that his hand could fully cover up my breast. I fill out a D-cup. My bust isn’t small, and prior lover’s hands would grope just part of me. Not Zayn.
His actions prove that he can handle all of me and in this moment, he seems ready to consume me whole.
I moan when he gives my breast a firm squeeze, while pressing into my clit and dragging his fingers down to feel my slick opening.
“Fuck, baby, you are alreadyso wet,” he pants out. “Is that all for me?”
I look down and meet his eyes, nodding slowly. Zayn pulls his body up over mine and fits himself against me. I feel the hard rod of his erection like steel through his still soaking jeans.
“I thought so,” he whispers. “Now, fuck this pussy with your fingers for me,” Zayn instructs. “I want to watch you.”
I gaze at him, somewhat incredulously, realizing that he is serious, and my mind suddenly floods with images. Images of swirling mists and ancient trees, of walking alone, and a dark figure standing just behind me, out of sight.
It’s then I realize: Zayn reflects all my own darker impulses. He is dangerous and scarred, but also beautiful for those scars. Like a wolf or some other perfect predator lurking in the shadows. Visible only when he wants you to see him. I breathe in his scent and lean into the safety of this moment.
I have the distinct sense that things will never go back to how they were before after tonight. I don’t think I want them to.
I don’t trust, I don’t let others in.I briefly think of slowing this all down. But my body is on fire for this man, and I don’t think that I can. I notice then that Zayn is paused, hands frozen in place, staring at me closely.
“You still with me, Doc?” he asks.
I had done it again—momentarily gone to another place. Mentally escaped for a minute. Except, unlike others in my life, Zayn doesn’t seem to be freaked out by it. Instead, he seems genuinely curious, wanting to check in with me. Wanting my consent to continue.
I meet his steady gaze, coming back to myself, but not responding just yet.
“I am right here, baby, and you are here with me. Fucking feel me,” he says softly but firmly as he rolls his hips, pressing his rock hardness into me.
Oh yeah, I feel that.
“I’m here,” I pant. “Please don’t stop.”
I can feel his massive erection, hard as steel, press again against my center. “Stay here with me,” he whispers in my ear, before giving it a gentle nip.
I plan to, I think.
He takes both of my hands in his huge ones and places them above my head.
His gaze locks on my mouth, and in an instant, he is crashing his lips into mine. The kiss is just as breath-stealing as the first one we shared. My head explodes with the passion igniting from our joined mouths. His lips move slowly at first, teasing mine open and I feel his hot, wet tongue breach my lips. I open completely for him, and he devours my mouth.
Zayn trails more hot kisses down my throat and chest. He moves to the side and sucks a nipple into his mouth. I cry out at the sensation and arch my back towards him. He again rolls his hips, pressing his rock hardness against my center, now whitehot with anticipation. Zayn releases my nipple with a loud pop and trails lower, letting go of my hands from above my head.
“Keep them there,” he directs.
I grasp the sheet beneath me to attempt to follow his command. By the time his mouth reaches my center, I am audibly panting, my heart racing.
“Zayn,” I murmur, not at all sure what I am trying to say or protest.
He glances up at me once and gently kisses my clit. I could combust right here and now. He gives it one long, slow, luxurious lick. I tremble as he flattens his tongue and licks, from the bottom of my pussy up to my clit. Again and again, tasting me.
