The following morning Samara woke up on the opposite side of the bed. She peered over at Zay and saw that he was still asleep. She frowned at the distance between them and moved her body closer to his so he wouldn't wake up worlds away from her in the king sized bed. Placing her hand on his bare chest, she propped her head up for a better view of him. She smiled at the face that she loved in thought of last night, and scooted up a little further to kiss his cheek, then his lips, and then his chest. "Zay," she whispered. When he didn't respond the second time she ran her hand underneath the cover and found that another part of him was awake. She wrapped her hand around his growing member while softly placing kisses on his stomach. After a little while, Zay slowly started to stir and when the growing feeling inside of him couldn't be ignored any longer, he peaked one eye open at Samara and said gruffly, "Babe, what are you doing?"
As if she was caught red handed, Samara let him go and answered with a coy smile, "Nothing."
"So why was your hand right there," he said nodding his head towards his lower region.
Samara blushed. "I—I just wanted to—"
"Mmhm. I caught yo ass," he smiled. Zay sat up and grabbed her, quickly pinning her down to the bed. Samara laughed and placed her foot on his chest.
"Let me see it before you put it in," she smiled amorously.
Zay grabbed her by her legs and pulled her further down into the bed. "Oh, you serious serious," he said licking his lips.
"Yeah. Does it look like I laugh," she teased, mimicking her and Ace's encounter yesterday. "Let me see it again."
"This side of Samara is becoming one of my favorites," Zay laughed.
Samara giggled. "Come on Zay," she said tapping her foot on his chest. "Don't make me wait," she teased. Zay couldn't stop grinning at Samara, and as always was happy to give her what she wanted.
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Later that day, after a morning of cuddling and an afternoon of sightseeing, Zay and Samara were flying back home on Zayne's jet. They were asked by Zay's mom not to miss the family movie night that she had planned. It was something that they did every year to help get them in the Christmas spirit. Neither of them wanted to disappoint her, because they loved her and knew that she always went above and beyond to make her family feel special around this time of year. Not needing any convincing, they promised that they'd be there.
After an hour flight, they landed safely at a private airport. "And now back to the real world," Samara said looking up at the sky, just as she stepped off the jet.
"I know," Zay smiled, "but we can still exist in our little bubble," he said hugging her from behind.
"Mm. I love your optimism, but I don't see how that's possible."
"We don't let anyone or anything get to us. That's how," he said kissing her cheek. "Come on. Our ride's here." He grabbed ahold of her hand and led Samara to the car. "We still got thirty minutes left to ourselves before we step foot in the house. Let's make the best of it!" When they were settled in the car, Zay pulled Samara into his lap without warning and attacked her with playful kisses.
Samara giggled and squealed his name. "Zay! What are you doing?"
"Making the best of it," he grinned in her ear. Samara could not contain her laughter in the backseat as Zay placed his hands everywhere. The driver caught a glimpse of them through the rear view mirror. He shook his head and chuckled to himself before putting up the partition and pulling off.
"Okay. You wore me down Zaytavious," Samara smiled breathlessly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. "Let's make the best of it."
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