“You’re doing so fucking good baby. Now, give me another,” he commands.
And he circles his thumb over my clit.
Bottoming out inside of me over and over, he circles my clit faster. I make a high-pitched sound as a second release builds, slower than the first. I grip onto Zayn’s shoulders as he pounds into me. I bite at his neck and shoulder, eliciting a low growl from his throat.
His thumb moves faster as he thrusts into me, leaning forward to kiss my mouth. His lips are hot and rough against mine, and I whimper and moan as my climax crests. Zayn swallows the sounds from my open mouth. He stills his thrusts as he comes inside of me and presses both of my knees down flat to the bed. As he thrusts into me one last time, he hits my cervix, making my eyes roll to the back of my head.
Panting hard, he collapses on top of me.
He kisses my shoulder and cups my jaw as he whispers to me, “Give me one more, baby. I love watching you come. I can’t get enough.”
“Zayn,” I exhale, “I don’t thin?—”
“Please, Kat. One more for me,” he says again, his voice urgent and dark. Like he needs this from me. Needs it more than air.His ferality is so potent in these intimate moments. I wondered if he needed the release as a way to cope with the true horrors of his past. I gnaw my lower lip. I really shouldn’t be attempting to psychoanalyze him at this moment. I smooth my palm over his dark hair, mussed and as wild as his actions.
My head swims, delirious with the aftershocks of pleasure and exhaustion. I nod and Zayn dips down to collect some of the thick, warm come that seeps out of my spent center. He brings his fingers up to show me. A languid pang of desire jolts down my stomach as he raises two fingers, still coated in the milky white stuff to my breast. He rubs it into my tits, before dipping down to collect more. He brings his fingers up again and drags a long, thick streak down my belly all the way to my clit.
Marking me.
“One more,” he whispers.
His voice is a low murmur, a plea against my breast as he sucks a nipple into his mouth, tasting himself on me. A hoarse groan escapes my throat as he uses his come to rub circles over my clit again and again. I watch Zayn’s mouth devour my breast, as the streak of his come glistens on my stomach in the moonlight.
Big fat droplets of rain pound the window behind the bed. My breathing increases—and incredibly, I feel another release start to build.
Zayn maintains his punishing ministrations on my clit as he licks at my nipples.
“Give me one more,” he growls. “Give it to menow.”
At his words, I explode. My eyes shut tight as black stars rimmed with white erupt behind my lids. My body spasms as I scream out wordlessly. My moans and pants are swallowed up by the patter of the heavy rain on the glass.
When I come back down to earth, Zayn leans over me, looking down at me. He gently strokes my face, and his mouth opens to say something. I wait, still breathless, feeling the moment expand and stretch between us. But Zayn doesn’t say anything. He holds my gaze and licks his lips, as his thumb continues to stroke my jawline.
Moments later, he rises, heading into the kitchen. He returns with a tall, cool glass of water and a warm, damp cloth to cleanse my body. I accept his quiet care, all the while wondering if he had possibly been on the verge of saying what I think.
After cleaning me off, Zayn pulls me to him and wraps us back into the sheets, the exact same way we went to bed hours ago.
“Zayn?” I ask on a yawn, as I snuggle into him.
“Yeah, baby?” he whispers against my hair.
“Thanks for waking me up.”
I feel his lips stretch into a smile against my temple.
“Any time, Doc.”
And I close my eyes and curl into his body, accepting the warm embrace of sleep.
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ZAYN
Long moments pass between us. I hold Kat’s slender body to my own, desperate to have every square inch of her wrapped up in me.Safe.She was so open with me. So giving of her body and herself. Something she rarely is with others. And it's like a secret compartment unlocks within me. Kat has always had the key.
“You still awake, Doc?” I ask her, my voice just a whisper.
“Mmm,” is her thick and drowsy reply.
