Bloom

Chapter-32

Zayn

"So what now? We're dating? Casual friends?" Stella questions. As she licks the sauce off her fingers, looking at me with hooded eyes. I'm already so fucking hard. The way she ate dinner was so sexy, I almost snatched it from her to take her to her bedroom.

"Whatever you want babygirl. I'll be your boyfriend, bestfriend, situationship, brother, uh, no, nevermind." I cringe. "Basically I'll be whatever you want me to be. I'm yours." A smile shines on my face in pride and relief like the warm sun shining in my heart.

"Well in that case I'm yours too." She smiles back, giving grain to the butterflies she's bred in my stomach.

"Ah" I wrap my hands around her waist, placing a small kiss on the arch in her neck. "How about some desert after that spicy dinner?" My fingers slip on her wrist bringing her fingers to my mouth, I lick the sauce clean off her fingers as looks at me with round eyes.

"But I still don't know what drug or alcohol you're drunk on. You never told me!" She is exceptionally loud, like very loud. That means the magic is in works. It was only a matter of time till she tried to resist with unreasonable jokes, being silly and cute, trying to avoid the main question in reason here.

Every time I touch her my chest swells with endless love and care for her, as much as I want to fuck her, I want to make her feel the same warmth in her chest too.

I suck on her fingers harder and she gasps. "Mhmmm" I continue to do it until her thighs clench. Then I scoop some sauce out from the takeout box and smear it on her neck.

"Zayn! Wha-" My mouth is on her neck before she can finish. I suck and lick, relishing in the taste of her mixed with the sauce; fucking delicious.

Her moans are almost audible as I move farther down, on her collarbone, trailing all the way to her chest. She breathes much harder, "I need to know Zayn."

"Let me show you babygirl." I whisper against her skin, before lifting her off the kitchen chair and leading her to her bed. The whole scene is a frenzy, it feels too fast yet painfully slow. I need her but only if she needs me back. Nonetheless I fucking need her, more than I need oxygen right now. Blood rushes to my groin, hard and thick.

I carry her to her room just like the other morning while the whole walk made my knees buckle because of how much I want her right now. She's not heavy at all but the pleasure surging in my veins makes me so deliciously fucking weak.

As soon as Stella hits the bed, her fingers find my shirt removing it in one swift motion. I groan with excitement as her shyness dissipates under me, she reaches for my jeans and undoes the button.

Her heavy breathing brushes my ear, "All or nothing." She whisper moans. I am one hundred percent in for all. Everything. Precum drips inside my boxers as my body gets needier and my heart gets fuller.

I moan. I will give all and more to her. "It was never nothing to me, since the start. You are my all. I'm in it for all and beyond. Break my heart, fix it, make me cry, make me laugh, tear me to pieces, heal me, love me, fuck me, kiss me, do whatever you like and I'll soar through all of it. All or nothing, baby."

"Zayn," She says hesitantly, her voice thin as paper. "Can I say something?" Stella swallows a lump in her throat and whispers, "I think... I think I-"

My finger shoots up to her lush lips, the ones I want to kiss blue. "Shhh" Replacing my lips with my fingers, I kiss her deeply, "My turn first. Let me show you."

I follow a trail from her neck, to her breasts and then to the soft spot between her legs. It's singularly the most sweetest thing I've tasted, I could eat her out for hours without tire. I flick my tongue on her clit and then suck it, slowly at first, circling it, making her squirm, then I increase the pressure, sucking harder, flicking faster, making her hips buck.