Come over her." I groaned.
As Y/N lay in the bed I made sure I was on top. My length slid up and down her core and I pressed down on her clit making her gasp.
"Tell me what you want." I spoke.
"I-I want you Zayn."
I smiled and complied with her request. I slid into her. I couldn't get enough air and neither could Y/N. She felt so good, tight and warm. I could live off of this feeling.
"Move, please." Y/N begged.
I smirked and began to thrust.
"Oh gosh."
I lowered my face to her ear and nibbled on her ear lobe and our hips continually met.
"You like that?"
Y/N didn't respond, just moaning out. I thrust again, a bit harder going deeper meeting a new area.
"Tell me you like it." I encouraged.
"I-I love it." She replied.
"You're my art project," I spoke.
My mouth rapped around her ear lobe and began to suck all the while my hands moved from her hips and pulled her hair band letting her Y/H/C locks free from her bun.
I moved my hands back to her hips holding them close to mine. She whimpered at the feeling of my hard chest coming in contact with her soft breasts.
Y/N clenched around my intrusion.
"Zayn, Zayn..." Y/N began to moan out.
"Are you getting close?" I asked already knowing the answer.
"Y-Yes..."
I kissed the corner of her eyes, and her mouth. I could feel my own pending orgasm.
"Let go." I whispered.
Y/N did clenching around me over and over again, my own thrusts becoming slower and sloppier. I could feel myself becoming tired.
When I came I threw my head back, Y/N's hands running through my hair smiling at the feeling of me twitching inside of her.
We both lay on my bed looking at each other.
"I've been dying to get your, uh...phone number since the gallery." I admitted.
Y/N moved some hair from my face. "I don't have a problem with that."
