Him (Ziall Horlik) AU

Chapter 22

Niall's POV

When Zayn said he would make love to me, my walls went up but at the same time they fell. I let him lead me to his bedroom and touch me softly as we stood at the foot of the bed in the moonlight lit room. Zayn kissed my hand like he always does, but this time there was something so finalizing about it. I could feel this was our last time and this was going to be something I didn't want it to be. It was going to be love.

Zayn pulled me into his arm and connected our lips in a kiss that was full of feelings. My eyes closed and my heart slowly started pounding in my chest in anticipation for what was to come from him. My hands went up to his cheeks to hold him closer to me. His hands gripped my hips and pressed me fully against him. We continued to kiss each other with out any rush to our movements. It was truly the first time we had ever treated kissing as if it were something precious.

My hands slid up Zayn's shirt so I could take it off him. The material hit the floor and Zayn returned the favor by taking my shirt off too. Both of us took off the sweats we were wearing then Zayn pulled me over to the bed. He sat down then pulled me to straddle him. His hands held my bum gently and I let my our hands run though his thick hair that I couldn't ever touch enough.

Zayn's mouth left mine and kissed down to my chest. He took one of my nipples in his mouth and let his tongue swirl over it. A whine left my lips and I felt myself begin to get hard. Zayn's teeth tugged on my nipple before moving to the next on to the next one and repeating just what he had done. I arched my back into him then looked down to see Zayn's brown eyes were already looking up at me. His mouth left my body and his arms wrapped around me tightly. I rest my head on his shoulder and let us both enjoy just being in each others embrace.

We both moved to lay back on the bed. We just laid there looking at each other with our hands feeling each other softly. Our eyes never moved from the others, so I could see Zayn was truly pouring his whole heart into this. With one deep breath, I let my guards down and hoped he could see that I really cared for him. I just couldn't have a relationship with him because I'm so very messed up.

I don't think the way everyone else does. I'm emotionally wounded from past relationships that have always ended with the other guy cheating on me. I'm afraid because of my parents, but mostly, I can't trust anyone. Yet in all of the hate towards ever loving anyone, there's Zayn to confuse me. He makes me want to stop my life and do whatever will make him happy. It also makes me want to take him with me. Especially with the way he's looking at me, it's making me fall for him.

Zayn's hand slipped over my pudgy stomach and down to cup my hard self. My eyes slipped shut for a minute, then opened when Zayn begin to make his move on kissing my lips again then my body. He slipped off my boxers with such care then kissed down my chest and stomach until he was right over my member. He licked a long stripe from the base to the tip then took me into his mouth. I moaned and reached between my legs to put my hands in his hair. The weird thing was, this wasn't just some blow job. I could feel like he was just trying to love everything inch of my body and make me feel wonderful. He was doing an amazing job at that so far.

As Zayn slowly bobbed his head up and down my length and licked my tip to get me to full hardness, my mind turned into a world that surrounded Zayn. All my senses were Zayn and I loved if. My legs bent up even more as more pleasure was brought to me from Zayn's mouth. My thighs begin to tremble, giving Zayn a message that he needed to stop. He pulled off and kissed up my torso again up to my lips. I could taste myself on his a little bit, but really didn't care because I knew by the end of tonight we would both be covered in each others tastes and fingerprints. That was all I could ask for actually.

I pushed Zayn back on the bed and took off his boxers so I wasn't alone. He pulled me to lay completely flat on top of him. We moaned out in pleasure when we both got friction to a very much needed place. I rolled my hips down on his and let my eyes pour into his as well. The look on Zayn's face was one that was burned into my memory forever. His eyes were glossed over and fluttering shut with every movement of my own that made him feel good. His full lips were slightly open to let hot puffs of air out. The veins on the side of his neck protruded just enough when he would groan. Overall, it was a look that I knew would be hard to forget.