His dark eyes roam my favorite black lace bra, that I had changed into earlier along with matching panties, when I got home - just in case. He seems to enjoy the view, running his tongue across his bottom lip, despite the fact that I'm not that curvy. He dips down to quickly press his lips against mine, shooting me a smirk as I let him wiggle my skinny jeans off me as well.

Somehow his hands feel both rough and soft against my naked skin, and I feel goosebumps rise all over as he runs one of them up my thigh, while the other rest on my waist.
We kiss again, his hands everywhere, his scent so intoxicating.
His hips buck into mine, as I wrap my arms around his back, making his hot naked chest collide with mine.

He intensifies the kiss, sucking on my bottom lip and teasing my tongue with his, pressing his body down on me even harder. It still doesn't feel close enough somehow.
I didn't even realize that his hand had traveled under me to behind my back, before my bra suddenly comes undone. He sure knows how to open a bra.

Tossing the bra to the floor, he dips his head down to trace featherly kisses across the hollow of my collarbone, while his right hand grabs one of my breast and starts touching it.
I don't know why I don't at all feel selfconscious or a need to cover myself up, like I normally would, but I don't care right now.

I feel his tongue dip down into the creasy where my collar bones meet, and he starts sending hot wet kisses down my chest and between my breasts, making my skin tingle.
I tug at his hair, harder than I intended to, but I am granted a groan, and his hips jerk into mine, pressing himself against me, creating a bit of friction that has my heart pounding.
His hand still touching my left breast, I feel his tongue teasing my other nipple, grazing it with his teeth, making a pleasurable warmth spread down my spine making me shudder all over.
His mouth finds mine again, and he kisses me softly, his hand reaching up to cup my jaw.

His other hand that had been resting firmly at my hip, starts moving across my stomach, his index finger drawing small light circles into my skin right above the waistline of my panties.
I find myself bucking my hips up to meet his, but he pulls away slightly, the lack of friction making me squirm. It startles me just how much I want him to press himself against me again, to feel that jolt of pleasure. But I don't care right now.

Instead he catches me off guard by slipping his fingers down the front of my panties. A moan escapes from my lips as he slowly strokes my most sensitive area, a wave of pleasure causing me to arch my back.

He chuckles confidently at my reaction, and starts moving his thumb in slow circular motions, applying just the right amount of pressure just where I want it.
Moaning quietly from the pleasure he gives me, a devious smile spreads across his face as he watches me squirm under his touch.
"Does that feel good?" he whispers into my ear, his breath hot against my skin. Just the look of his tattooed arm that disappears down my panties, makes my body turn to jelly.
"Yes!" I moan in reply, feeling him suck painfully hard on my neck, adding to the overwhelming feeling of him stimulating me.
That's when I feel an explosion of pleasure coming from where Zayn is touching me, the orgasm sending a wave of pleasure through my body. I moan out, bucking my hips upwards against his hand, and dig my nails into his shoulders. I open my eyes to find Zayn's which are dark with arousal, biting his lip.

Without letting me come down from my high, he starts rubbing me again, and I'm amazed when I feel it starting to build up again right away. Still working on me with his skilled finger, Zayn eases a finger into me. I wince in pain from the alien feeling.

He pulls his finger out again, only to put it back in. It still hurts. He watches my face, as he inserts a second finger, and stills to let me adjust around his fingers, slightly curling them.
As he starts to pump them in and out it doesn't hurt as bad anymore, and with the feeling of his thumb and his fingers inside me at the same time, I feel like I am about to fall apart again.

As soon as he senses that it is starting to feel good, and my breathing has increased, he pulls his arm away, and sits up. I moan at the lack of friction, feeling strangely weak and needy. He unbuckles his jeans and pulls them down, exposing the prominent outline of his exitement through the fabric of his black boxers.

He takes something from his back pocket of his jeans, which is assume is a condom, before tossing them on the floor, next to our other clothes, reminding me that we are both only in our underpants, if I didn't already now that. I wonder if he's always carrying one around.
He doesn't act for a second, his eyes just search my face to make sure I'm ok with the situation and not having second thoughts.

He hovers over me, and I let him carefully remove my panties. I watch him as his eyes roam my naked body in front of him, and he instinctively reaches down to his prominent erection, stroking himself twice through the fabric, before he puts his hands on my knees, and spreading my legs apart to position himself between my legs again.
"Are you sure?" He asks, I nod. He quickly removes his boxers, giving me a confident smirk aimed at his impressive size. This is gonna hurt.
"Don't worry I'll be gentle," he must have seen it in my eyes.

I feel his hardness brush against my thigh, as I watch him bite the foil packet open and quickly put the condom on. Fuck how much is it gonna hurt?
He positions himself on top of me, supporting his weight on his elbows, Zayn and I face to face. He pecks my lips.
"This is gonna hurt a bit ok?" I nod again, too nervous to say anything.
He enters me slowly, and a sharp stinging pain shoots through me. I squeeze my eyes shut and grind my teeth in pain. When he reaches my hymen, another, stronger, twinge of pain shoots through me.

He stills inside me, looking slightly concerned and apologetic, but at the same time his eyes tells me he's desperate to move and create friction.
He slowly pulls out of me and kisses my forehead. I almost let out a scream as he thrusts all the way into me with full force, ripping my hymen, tearing me open.

He pulls out and in again a bit slower, and then stills again to let me adjust to him. I notice I'm digging my nails into his back, though he doesn't seem to mind.
"Sorry," he says, when his eyes meet my teary ones. "Do you want me to stop?" I shake my
head as a no.

"I'm gonna move," he warns me, before pulling out, and easing all the way back in again.
He continues thrusting into me in this slow pace for a couple of minutes, my pain slowly decreasing. It still hurts a bit when he enters me, but not like before.

"You're so tight," he chuckles. I don't know if that's a compliment or not, but it sound like it.
I shooting a glance at his gorgeous face. His eyes are squeezed shut, and he's biting into his bottom lip, clearly struggling and concentrating on keeping his pace down, so he doesn't hurt me, while suppressing his own urge to move faster.

He reaches his fingers down to stimulate me while he thrusts into me, and out of nowhere there's no pain anymore. It actually feels quite good. Still a bit strange, alien feeling, but good.

As he buries his head in the crease of my neck, kissing and nipping on the now sore skin that he sucked on just minutes earlier, I feel a strange sensation starting to build up in the pit of my stomach. It intensifies when he thrusts into me, brushing against what I figure is my g-spot.

He releases a restrained breath of air against my jaw, when I buck my hips up to meet his, making his thrust a bit harder and deeper. I run my hands through his hair, and he groans as I tuck at it.

He withdraws from my neck, and shoot me an intrigued look. He removes his fingers and rest on both of his elbows again.
"It feels good, yea?" He asks, his mouth slightly open as his hips buck all the way into me, brushing that one spot right on. I dig my nails into his back again, making him groan.
"Yes," I moan.

His eyes are fixed on my face, as he starts picking up the pace slightly, his thrusts coming harder as well. He gets hold of my shoulders for support.
His eyebrows are furrowed together, his eyes closed, giving himself to the feeling.

The feeling in my lower stomach keeps building up, and I wrap my fingers around his upper arms, feeling the muscles flex underneath the skin every time he thrusts into me. My moans and pleadings start to fall more frequently, and I feel his pace quicken drastically. He puts his mouth on mine to drown my moans and kisses me passionately, never breaking the fast rythm, pounding into me.

As I feel myself getting closer to the edge, he lifts himself, letting his weight rest on his hands, giving him a better angle to go deeper and faster. A drop of sweat runs down his temple, and his jaw muscles are flexing.

"I'm going to cum," he says, his voice deep and trembling slightly.
His words and his now quick and desperate thrusts send me over the edge and I feel myself stiffen and falling apart into waves of pleasure that jolt through my now jelly like body.

His eyes are glassy and distant and his teeth clenched. He looks so vulnerable - a side of him I don't get to see often. He is down on his elbows again, his hips bucked into me, filling me completely. He gives me his last deep thrusts in full speed, giving his everything.

"Fuck!" he groans out loud, rolling his head back, opening his mouth, and his entire body stiffen and convulse in pleasure, as I feel him twitch inside me. The vein on his neck looks like its about to pop, and his eyebrows are drawn together, as he uses his last strength to ride out his orgasm, and collapses on top of me.

Notes

Am I the only one that thinks Zayn Malik is so fucking sexy? :/

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