Dirty Imagines

We lie in bed, he on his back, I resting on my elbows. I trace his tattoos and kiss each one after I finish. His hands play with my hair as I do this, a small smile plays on his lips. "When you going to get one?" he asks about me getting a tattoo. I shrug my shoulders.
"You know I have a phobia of needles" I remind him.
"I'll design it. You give me ideas and I'll come up with something. Or I can just come up with something, my perception of you."
I mull it over in my head. "Whats in it for me?"
"I'll make love to you in a way no one can ever compare".
Those words alone are enough to start a small fire within me.
I move up and kiss his lips, "You come up with something and surprise me. But, I want to see it before its put on me."
"Deal"
Two days later - I sit on the couch watching Friends and Zayn plops down beside me, him leaning towards me, his head landing in my lap.
"Here, tell me what you think"
I look at the drawing and am amazed at it. An open book, birds flying from it. He knows me too well and my love of books.
"It's beautiful. where would I get it placed? Cause I want to be able to see it."
"It doesn't have to be big. It could be small and placed on the inside of your arm, near your wrist."
I turn my arm and look. "Will it hurt?"
"I'm not going to say it wont, because it doesn't bother me. It may you though".
I appreciate his honesty.
"Tomorrow then? We'll go see my guy, someone I trust."
"Tomorrow it is."
After work and before we head out to eat we head over to his trusted friends tattoo shop.
I sit with my arm extended turned up and nervously wait. The first few are painful but i practice some yoga breathing and take myself elsewhere.
Before I know it, he's finished, Zayn touching mmy shoulder to bring me back. It's red and inflamed but I can tell it's going to be gorgeous. He goes over cleaning procedure and sun block during the summer. A small bandage is placed over it and were out the door.
We go to one of his favorite restaurants and eat dinner talking about our day. My mind and body ready for later.
As we enter the house he pulls me close to him and kisses me, "I guess you're wanting you're end of the deal"
"Oh yes, I'm ready" I turn and jog up the steps to the room.
"Lingerie or no" I ask as I turn towards him holding up one.
"You're fine with out. Less for me to have to worry with" he says as he starts to remove his shirt.
I sit and watch him undress and make my way up to the head of the bed. He joins me, laying beside me, his fingers gently touching me, tracing my curves up and down my body. Our lips connect and its heaven. A faint taste of alcohol from dinner still lingers on his lips. I need no alcohol to get drunk off of him.
His smell is intoxicating, his touch hypnotizing. His fingers move across my breasts so light to the touch, stimulating me beyond words. I barely feel them as they move down my body and draw a circle around my navel and continue down.
I open my legs as his hand dips between them, his thumb barely touching my clit, rubs it, sending shivers up my spine.
"Wet already" he smiles as his finger feels me and slides in.
I feel paralyzed by his touch, my only movements are my hand on his arm rubbing his bicep and my eyes following his.
His lean body makes its way between my legs, his head dropping to kiss my stomach before he enters me.
He glides in and his movements are fluid. This is what love making should be. He's in no hurry but my body is in warp speed. My back arches allowing for more entrance.
"Slow down babe" he whispers to me as my nails rake down his back. Every nerve ending on high alert as he thrusts a little harder in me. My insides clench and I curse under my breath knowing my body is not going to allow this continue much longer.
I wrap my legs around his torso and pull him closer. "I wont last" I tell him.
He takes my words and puts action behind them as he starts to move faster rocking into me. My head tilts back as I moan and come. I lay back and enjoy feeling him move inside me, waiting for his release. It happens not long after mine, him dropping to his elbows, him moaning into my shoulder blade as he comes.
He rolls over off of me and lies next to me, kissing me below my ear. My hand reaches up, I run my fingers through his thick hair.
My eyes close as they reflect on this perfect day, a day filled with pleasure and pain, both just as intense as the other.

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