Bloom

Chapter-28

Zayn

Waking up next to Stella is exactly how I imagined it to be; with a boner. Our bodies encased by the quilt that smells like her, wrapped around each other, feet tangled, her hair on my face, my hand on her stomach. And of course my eager dick was blind to the beauty and serenity of the moment and couldn't fucking control it.

Gently I pull Stella against me for the last whiff of her scent, her body warm and soft. I am addicted to her. I didn't know what comfort was- how you could sleep with someone and feel more intimate than any sex you could ever have, like you'd been sleeping in their caress since forever- until Stella.

Removing myself from her hold carefully, without disrupting her sleep, I slip out of bed, letting her body take the much needed rest. After all, I still have a whole day planned for her.

After making a million calls, bookings and payments, I finally push through the door of her bedroom to find the bed empty. No sight of Stella, until I hear shuffling from the bathroom.

Steering my way to the sound, I knock on the door, "Stella?"

"Uhh yea." Her sweet groggy voice calls out.

Pushing the door open, I step inside the steam filled space. "Zay- What the fuck?" Stella stands naked in the shower, water running down the valley between her tits, her flat stomach, her thighs, her ass. Her eyes go wide, ready to pop out of her head while her hands shoot up to cover herself.

I have lost any fucking words I had at the sight my eyes behold. Stella, naked. Her body perfect, under the spray of water, calling out to me. Every drop of self restraint drips from my body, as I stride towards her, licking my lips. Stella's body jumps as I near her, she sucks in a breath. "Zayn," She breathes, more like moans.

I stare straight into those irises, not sparing another glance at her frame, because if I did even God couldn't stop me. My hands rise up, but my eyes stay glued hers. Wrapping my fingers around her wrist I slowly tug on them. Stella bores into my eyes with so much anticipation, it's hard to look at her and not touch her, see the pleasure in her eyes. Her lips part at the contact, her chest rising and falling in my peripheral vision. Water splashes onto me from the shower head, but I don't give two fucks about that when my girl is right here in front of me, nothing else matters.

I pull both her arms down from her body, flashbacks of the kitchen scene running through my head. "What did I say about hiding from me?" Stella chokes on her breath and whimpers a little. My grip on her wrist tightens at the sound. My cock is harder than a fucking rock.

I look at her and she looks back at me, both of us displaying our desires, our wants, our needs. Lost to the passion, the anticipation and lost on everything around us.

"You're wet." Stella breaks the spell, clearing her throat, which I know is not because she just woke up but because her voice is heavy with desire.

"I don't care." I retrace my steps back, her arms slowly slip from my hold.

Stella's eyes bob up down, studying my frame, imagining how I look under my clothes. They settle somewhere beneath my stomach, knitting my brows together, I follow her gaze, dropping my head. My dick bulges out through my pants, it's outline clear, hard and big. My eyes go back to her, her chest rising and falling, I do a once-over of her body. And fucking hell, if my dick did not just grow harder than it already is. I can't remember a single moment when I was this hard in my entire lifetime.

I see Stella nearing me, slow but cautious steps, until she's right in front of me, close enough for me to kiss her but not close enough for our bodies to touch. She sucks in a breath again, I've lost count for the amount of times she does that. Her hand comes in-between us, and then it stops, hesitating, contemplating. I don't want her to think about anything with me, I want to consume her thoughts and the only thing on her mind around me should be pleasure and me. Closing the distance between us, I take two steps. Her hand touches my hard dick, brushing against it. She doesn't move it but neither does she take it back.