I had never felt this happy in my entire life, not even when I was reunited with my dad again after he moved back to South Africa. I didn’t think Zayn would ever ask me again, I thought he was would eventually get bored and stop talking to me and find himself a new girl, but he was serious about me and now we were a couple. We obviously didn’t run back into his house and announce it to his family but I was finding it hard to keep the grin off my face and keep my hands off him. I just wanted to kiss him and hug him and be with him now as his girlfriend. We stayed until around half ten, Safaa wouldn’t let us stay any longer after she went to bed in case she missed something. I had really bonded with his family, his mum was so lovely, his dad was hilarious and his three sisters did nothing but compliment me and tell me funny stories about Zayn, I felt accepted. Zayn’s attitude was slightly different around his family, it was like he was on edge but it was something I could handle. I noticed his face blush several times throughout the night and give me the occasional shy smile but it was cute, he had different sides to him and I loved them all.
‘I don’t see why you moved out when your mum can cook like that.’ I said to Zayn as we drove home. He laughed as he turned down the radio so we could chat to each other.
‘I wanted a bit of freedom and we all get along better not living in the same house.’ He replied. That might be the case for me if I didn’t live with my mum. Automatically Zayn brought me back to his flat; this was becoming our routine recently. We went inside the flat and Zayn give me a spare t-shirt and boxers to wear to bed. I went to the bathroom and removed my makeup and changed into his clothes, when I came back he was standing in just his underwear. I leaned against the door frame and stared at him, taking in every detail of his body. I was finding it hard to believe this guy was mine. I walked towards him and wrapped my arms around his neck to pull his body close to mine. His hands rested under his shirt right on the dimples of my back. I felt myself moved him towards the bed and he was now flat on his back as I straddled his waist. I bent down and kissed him hard, my tongue grazing over his bottom lip like he had done to me so many times. My hands moved down his body and my fingers traced along his v-lines that disappeared under the band of his boxers. He grabbed my hands quickly as he realised what I was doing.
‘You don’t have to Danayi.’ He whispered.
‘I know, but I want to.’ I replied. My fingers hooked onto the band and slipped the material down his legs, my gaze fell onto his length to which my eyes widened. I gulped as I realised what I was dealing with and he laughed lightly. I giggled nervously and to reassure me Zayn rubbed his thumb over my cheek. I bent down and kissed him slowly while taking hold of his shaft and sliding my hands along it slowly. I massaged his swollen head before pumping faster causing Zayn’s eyes to squeeze shut and his mouth lie open as I kissed his jaw line. I moved down his body so my face met his crotch and took as much of his length that I could in my mouth and using my hand to help pump it in and out. Moans escaped Zayn’s mouth and it felt good to see him so helpless and vulnerable, he was always the one in charge or the strong one so to see him unable to move from this trance was good. His hands held onto the back of my head as I continued to pleasure him and when he began to pant my name I knew he was almost at his high. The warm substance entered my mouth and it startled me even though I expected it but I had to compose myself.
‘You can spit if you want.’ Zayn said breathlessly. I had never given a blow job inside before (disgusting I know) so I wasn’t entirely sure where he wanted me to spit. I got up from the bed and made my way to the bathroom where I emptied my mouth in the toilet and then realising how stupid I must have looked. I came back into his bedroom where he was slipping on a new pair of boxers and as soon as his eyes met mine I burst out laughing as did he. He pulled me close and kissed me softly on the lips before nibbling on my bottom lip. ‘You’re so cute.’ He said. He lifted me in the air and carried me to his bed before jumping on top of me and tickling me. We rolled around the sheets for a long time as we tried to make the other fall out while we play fought. We tired ourselves out and fell against the pillow, both yawning at the same time. We climbed under the duvet and I switched his bedside lamp off before nuzzling down into the pillow facing Zayn. His hands found my waist and he pulled me close so our chests were touching. We stayed silent for a while just listening to one another breath before he broke the silence.
