For Lovers Only - [A Zarry Stylik]©️

XXXXI- A PLEASURABLE HAZE AND SIGHS OF DEVOTION

H,

I took Zayn's lips on mine in a kiss that had waited too long to become a reality. I didn't care that there was an entire party happening outside of his office, with the voices of people coming through the door, I wanted him now. Completely.

I memorized the path to a sofa he had nearby: a small thing, smooth like velvet, not even big enough for me to stretch completely, but it would have to do for now.

I took off my blazer, Zayn did the same with his. I cupped his face, as I guided him towards the sofa, feeling his hands around my jeans tugging and pulling. The back of his legs hit the sofa and I push him down. Zayn fell back on the black sofa and I licked my lips at the sight. I stood over Zayn watching him palm his crotch, grabbing it with a full hand.

"Hands off," I demanded. My lover removed his hand. I plant my knee on the sofa, coming between his legs. Slowly, I lower myself towards his body, catching his lips on a filthy kiss.

My heart drummed in my ears, my blood rushed through my veins; my warm breath against his lips in a complete demonstration of love and devotion.

Four days.

Four days of love drought, of dreaming with his touch and his skin on mine. Boy, was I an idiot for setting up this distance! Who am I kidding? Like I wouldn't fall for him just as quickly.

As if I wouldn't hold on to him and not let go. As if I didn't long for something that I've wanted all my life. As if making love to him wasn't the point of my existence at the moment.

There's only so much strength in this world to keep me away from him. Those brown eyes, those sharp features and a childish smile were impossible to forget. Four days of longing in a city I had wished for him to be with me. Building bridges, creating trust, having answers to different questions and, in the end, being us.

Zayn was under me and surrendered to my demands and my actions. I loved him like this, completely stripped of control, with me guiding his every move. A familiar innocence that was far removed from the grown man with the appetite that he was now. Our tongues explored each other's mouths and our lips brushed softly.

Nothing in the room, aside from the muffled sounds of jazz music coming from the outside and our loud kisses. I trailed small soft pecks down the corner of his mouth, across his jawline, and down the neck; Moving down I unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, kissing all the pieces of skin that the fabric revealed with each button coming loose. My tongue traced the perfect contour of his nipples, coming down his sides and kissing the tattoos on his ribs, ending at his belly button.

From there going below, I stuck my tongue out licking down his lower belly, while my hands undid his jeans - I could smell his natural scent under the fabric and I was hungry for it.

Slowly, I reached for his zipper, and pulled it down, opening the way to his black briefs. I kissed that line of sanity that separated his lower abdomen from the treasure I wanted the most.

Zayn's hands played with my hair and pulled on it.

"Harry..." He called me.

I looked up, seeing the hunger in his eyes, wanting my lips one last time. I moved up, admiring his beautiful face and then kissing him slowly.

Zayn let out a slow hum against my lips, his hands moved down my back, keeping at my hips. I trailed my tongue over his lips, gently sucking on the bottom one and then the upper one. Zayn's hands came around behind my back grabbing onto me, as he raised his torso a bit, meeting me halfway. His face went hidden under my jawline, as his lips touch the side of my neck and his tongue pinged at my earlobe.