Disguise♔ z.m

Sixteen

Song: Radioactive by Imagine dragon

Dedicated to @Infinite1Directioner because she always comments :)

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Making love passionately, his intoxicated taste makes me feel a little dizzy with every passing second. He postures his legs on my hips sides as his fingers sneak to my underwear bottom, tugging them down whilst his eyes don't leave mine.

What about Zayn?

What would Zayn think of this?

Why on earth am I thinking of Zayn right before having sex with Liam?

To fade my thoughts away, I continue focusing on his melting brown eyes. He is the hot muffin with melting chocolate hidden in the centre, I am the scoop of Vanilla ice cream. He's hot, I am cold. We are complete opposites. I want a taste of Liam. He is certainly my first taste, but that does not affect me. Being drunk has its pluses, I suppose.

Now that I am completely open beneath him, I stop breathing.

What am I supposed to do?

Am I just supposed to lay here, waiting for him to make a move? Or start off? Perks of being a Virgin.

The moment's silent, our voices are numb. Our chest rise in sync, our eyes lock.

Is this what happens during such moments?

Aren't we supposed to be do it right now?

When I am about to ask what's wrong, his finger slowly trails down from the valley of my breasts to my lower stomach, that same trail of touches now turning to a trail of goose bumps.

"Your first time should be slow and sweet, Nora." I really don't know whether he is still bashed, but his words made me flutter.

"I will be gentle," he continues, his finger now going further down my pubic hair. I purse my lips together when his eyes meet mine.

"Ready?" He asks with doubt.

I nod as a reply and watch him pull out the drawer in-built with the bed.

He plucks out a white foil packet, tearing it open from the middle. He takes out the condom with one hand, and throws the packet to the ground with another. He stands on the bed, jerking down his boxers, his crotch fully showing.

Is this the moment I look away?

I stay watching him slide over himself the condom, coming down to his previous position. Now, he is laying on me, steadily breathing. His eyes face mine as he struggles with widening my thighs.

"Keep your eyes on me. No matter what," he mumbles against my chin.

"Okay." I croak. The heat in this room deepens when I begin to realize the dim lights above us. The moonlight pours from the window on my right, telling us it's time to come closer to ecstasy.

He runs the tip of his tongue over the edge of my ear, lightly blowing on the wet parts. He rests on his forearm in order for his other finger to sprint down my arm, to my wrist, where he grazes with his finger tip on the inner part. I feel my heart beat faster and louder, pleasure shooting through my body. While his finger tickles my wrist, he brings his face closer to mine, countable inches between our chins. His lips barely touch mine when he slowly breathes out. He continues coming closer with his lips, kissing me gently once, which turns to multiple slow ones. There is always three heartbeats between every kiss, blowing off my mind with his slow moves.