Touch (Z.S) (Rewriting)

Chapter 33.

Louis and Niall, for some reason, ended up sleeping over at Zayn's place. We just shrugged it off and Zayn served all 4 of us breakfast (technically lunch). Niall seemed all giggly but I wasn't going to question it. Niall's just being... Niall.. I completely ignore the fact that Louis was all giggly this morning too.

After eating and a bit of talking, Niall and Louis finally left. Finally. Time alone.

Zayn and I flop onto the couch and I instantly snuggle up to him. My head was pounding earlier but I clearly remembered the events that took place last night. And I felt it, my bum was extremely sore.

"Massage my bum? Please?" I bat my eyelashes at Zayn, flashing my award winning smile

"Of course, baby boy. Lay down." He pats his lap, a huge smile on his face

I quickly lay across his lap, scooting myself up enough so Zayn could easily massage me. At least half of my leg was hanging off of the couch. God damn these long legs...

Since I was already in boxers (and Zayn's t-shirt!), Zayn got straight to massaging my bum. I moan, relieved. Zayn's hands were magic. I close my eyes, a sheepish grin on my face.

"So... Do you wanna stay the night again? The only thing is that I have to go out later to run a few errands. Do you mind?" Zayn says

"I won't mind" I yawn

After that we just sit in comfortable silence. I groan here and there as the tension from my bum is relieved. I start to stir but I force myself to stay awake. "Zayn, stop really quick." I swat his hands away and sit up.

He smiles sweetly as I straddle his hips. I brush his hair from his face, kissing his forehead. After leaving my lips on his forehead for a bit, I kiss the tip of his nose then his cheek.

"I love you Zayn." He giggle, admiring how he looked so flawless after what happened yesterday

"I love you more." Zayn chuckles, his hands on my waist

I press my lips against his, kissing him slowly and romantically. I instantly go to tangle my hands in his hair. When I feel his tongue swipe across my bottom lip, I instantly give him access to my mouth. His tongue roams my mouth and I just moan, pressing us closer together.

I'm the first to pull away. I'm completely out of breath. When I see Zayn I moan at the sight. His hair was messy, lips were swollen and his cheeks were light pink.

"You know... I would go for a round but I'm still really sore so I'd rather not. I'd probably start crying." I chuckle, hiding my face in his neck

I nip at his neck, giggling. Soon enough, I start to suck on patches of his skin to leave some marks.

"I'd rather not my ass" Zayn moans, squeezing my bum

We both laugh and I start to kiss his jawline. I slowly start to grind my hips into his teasingly, biting my bottom lip. I force the moans down as I continue to hear Zayn moan. I grunt at the friction our crotches were making.

Zayn groans, his hand snaking into my boxers. He squeezes my bum, massaging the flesh. I moan out loud, biting my lip.

I gasp as a finger presses against my hole and I instantly push my hips down. He chuckles, "be patient" before slipping the tip of his finger in me. I moan, licking my lips. He surprises me by shoving two digits in me.

My eyes widen and I cry out, moving my hips up and down. He starts to nip at my neck, his fingers thrusting in and out of me.

"God just please let me ride you" I whimper, trying to wiggle out of my boxers