Complicated Love

"Ugh!" "I hate the fact that you have that kind of effect on me!" Zariah exclaimed. Her words were laced with anger. Frustration had clearly been bottled up inside of her and she desperately needed an avenue to let it out. "You always do this to me, even though you know how much it gets to me, and somehow you seem to take advantage of the situation, Caleb." Tears were now brimming at her eyes threatening to spill from them at any moment, causing her vision to become blurred. Her breathing became heavier and before she knew it, warm liquids were now spilling from he brown orbs, streaming down her face. Swiftly moving her hand to her face, she quickly wiped away her tears not wanting to show any form of emotion.

Caleb had no idea that his charming personality had that kind of effect on Zariah, the way that it did. His charm had worked some sort of magic on her, causing her to fall in love with him. He was oblivious to the fact that this long haired beauty had fallen this hard for him. The realisation of someone loving him had hit him like a freight train. How could he have been so blind? So oblivious? Caleb stood behind Zariah completely dumbfounded. "Zari, I had no idea that I have that kind of effect on you." His english accent, thick and shaky, his voice laced with sincerity.

He slowly made his way to her, snaking his strong arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Her first intention was to pull away from his embrace, but she could not help but melt at his tender touch. The fact that she would give in so easily is what frustrated her. It drove her crazy. Zariah's body became limp in his arms, but it still showed a bit of tension. He pressed his chin against the crook of her neck, causing the hairs on his chin to prick at her skin. She loved the feeling that she got whenever she was in his arms. She felt at peace, safe even, while nestled in his embrace.

Caleb proceeded to walk Zariah to the couch so he could sit her down. This was proving to be a bit difficult as Zariah's legs would not carry her. Scooping her up, bridal style, he carried her to the couch, sitting her down in the process. He could not help but smile as he admired the long-haired beauty in front of him. He sauntered closer to the couch, sitting himself on it, behind her. Her back to him. His hands slowly made their way to her hair. He slowly gathered all of  it in his hands, sweeping it to the side, draping her hair across her right shoulder. Kissing the now exposed left one, this act made Zariah melt even more. Slowly removing his plump lips from her shoulder, he realised that she was enjoying this, gaining pleasure as it were, from this simple action. He sought to pleasure her more, because to him, she still seemed a bit tense.

Caleb slowly raised both his hands placing them on Zariah's shoulder. Carefully taking the pad of his thumb, he placed them on the expanse of her shoulder, massaging them into her skin, trying to somewhat release the tensity trapped within her muscles. She became more and more relaxed, her body becoming completely loosened at his touch. Slowly gliding his fingers to the straps of Zariah's vest, Caleb eased his fingers under the straps, wrapping his fingers around the thin material and slowly sliding them down her shoulders. Realising what was being done to her, Zariah helped her hands out of the confinements of the straps, making it easier for Caleb to carry out his actions.

Raising his hands and placing them on the forearms of this mesmerizing, long-haired girl, he gently squeezed and rubbed them. Clearly pleasured by his touch, a soft moan escaped Zariah's lips. It  had been a long time since she felt this way. Only one person made her feel this way. Caleb. His lips once again made contact to her skin, causing goosebumps to form. Snaking his arms around her waist, he pulled her closer to him, easing her up and sitting her on his lap in the process. He nuzzled his chin into the crook of her neck once more, causing her to tilt her head to the side, allowing him a little more access. Tiny hairs prickling at her soft skin.

Pleasure coursed through Zariah's veins as Caleb slightly tightened his grip around her waist, causing her head to fall back onto his shoulders. He now had full access to her neck. Slightly turning his head to the side, his lips made contact to her neck, planting soft kisses along the length of it. Evident that he was doing a good job, soft moans escaped Zariah's lips once again. She was clearly pleased by his actions. These moans were filled with want and lust. Raising her head from his shoulders, Zariah slowly turned around in Caleb's grip to face him. Her legs straddled him, and her hands slowly made their way to his neck, interlocking her fingers.

The distance was slowly closing between Caleb and Zariah as he sought to let his lips make contact with hers, He wanted to taste the strawberry flavoured chapstick that was gracing her lips. He wanted this more than anything at the moment. Closing the gap between them, he crashed his lips into hers. Kissing her passionately and hungrily. Their lips moved in sync. He was now satisfying his craving. smilling into the kiss, Zayn was content. Breathlessly, they pulled apart gasping for air. Placing their foreheads against each others, they smiled at one another. Quickly pecking each others lips, they cuddled in each others arms, enjoying each others embrace.

Looking into his beautiful, brown eyes, Zariah felt lucky to be with a guy like Zayn. Although he'd drive her crazy sometimes. He was everything thing that a girl could ever dream of. To her, he was the perfect guy. And that perfect guy just happened to belong to her. How had she become so lucky? Continuing to look into his lust filled eyes, she slowly closed the gap between them and pecked at his lips. He responded to this action, tightening his grip around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Thier lips moulded together perfectly, moving in sync. Sparks were felt, and butterflies erupted in her stomach. Caleb had been the only guy to make Zariah feel this way. Holding her tightly, lips never leaving each other, he slowly lowered them both, further into the couch. Tugging at the hem of her vest, Zayn slowly pulled the material up over her head, carelessly flinging it aside, putting his hands on her hips and lightly squeezing them. Soft moans escaped Zariah's lips.