Zayn Malik Imagine: Your First Time

I pulled away from our soft, sweet, gentle kiss.

"Hold on", I said, smiling like an idiot. But I didn't care, I was so happy.

I picked up my candle lighter off of my desk and went around the room lighting every candle. I always kept candles in my room because it made me feel warm and at home. When I told Zayn that, he said, "That's one of the millions of things I love about you".

After every candle was lit, I went over to my bedroom light switch and switched it off. The candles brought the room to life, and everything looked so much more romantic and beutiful. 

I giggled a little bit as I walked back to Zayn; it was a genuine laugh. I couldn't believe that this was really happening. I was so ecstatic that he was mine and I was his. He giggled a bit nervously, too, and he blushed. It was so adorable how nervous he was about being my first time. I knew he was the one. I knew he was the one since my 17 year-old self had met him.

"You have protection, right?" I asked. He nodded.

At that moment I lightly fell into him, my hands now gently placed at the sides of his neck.

"I love you," I said, looking in his eyes. Those gorgeous brown eyes that the candles illuminated flawlessly.

"I love you more", he said, and then smiled a light smile.

And then he kissed me.

This kiss was enriched in passion and want and love, and was so sweet at the same time. Zayn's hands were on my hips and mine were moving all over his shoulders, almost massaging them.

Every time we kissed, I felt so alive and so thrilled to live. It was like a shot of air burst into my lungs, it was a shot of life. Everytime we kissed, I silently thanked God that I hd never given up, and that I had never ended my life before I truly started living.

Zayn broke our kiss and looked in my eyes again. He was smiling as wide as me, like he couldn't believe this was happenening, either. He kissed both my cheeks and then started moving down my jawline and neck, leaving little love bites behind. I closed my eyes and relaxed my neck, letting my head fall back. 

I started to pull his shirt off and after a second he helped, and it was off. Then he and I pulled my shirt, leaving me in a bra. We both took off our jeans and were left standing there in our underwear, not being able to take our eyes off of each other. I had never felt so beautiful.

"Are you ready?" Zayn asked me.

"Yes," I said, while slowly nodding my head. I had never been so sure of anything in my life.

"Lay down", he said soothingly, gesturing to my bed. I layed down and looked up and over at him as he slid in on top of me.

"Tonight is all about you", he whispered, running his fingers through my hair framing my face, and pressing his lips to mine.

And I swear, nothing ever felt so right.