Zayn sets me down on the bed gently, before he steps back so he can take a step back. He toes off his shoes and unbuckles his belt as he looks down at me.
"I want to undress you." I mutter, not even caring that I am half naked in front of him.
Zayn smirks and kneels back on the bed, knee between my bent, spread legs.
"Go ahead." He says in a cocky voice that makes me melt. I still feel a bit dizzy, but it's a good type of dizzy. The kind that warms my belly and makes me more confident.
I trail my hand up his chest so I can pull off his shirt, and I can't help but get lost in the amazing smell of his expensive cologne. Boys are always a hundred times better looking when they smell good. It's science.
When his shirt comes off, his hair gets a bit disheveled and I instantly kiss him because he looks too good to be true. He complies in a blink, eager to get our tongues together again.
Zayn eventually pulls off and moves one of his legs over my right knee so he can grind down on it as we resume kissing.
He tastes like cocktails, gum and cigarettes, and I absolutely love it. I love him. But I'm not about to tell him, because it didn't turn out so well just an hour ago.
My left hand clings to his back as my right one travels down his chest until it reaches the hem of his jeans, and I unbutton them before I slide down the zipper.
He feels big in my hand and I wonder how did I even end up doing this. I think back to the times when I literally used to randomly dream about having sex with him, and now here I am.
Zayn grinds into my palm when I cup him, and I smile against his lips.
"Take your jeans off please."
"So polite, always." He laughs and stands up on the bed so he can pull his pants off. He leaves his boxers on though, probably because he thinks it's fun to tease me.
"You're next." He mumbles before leaning back towards me to kiss and lick the side of my neck.
I instantly moan, because if there is one thing I'm a sucker for, it's neck kisses. He moves back between my legs and presses our chests together before he gets back to work on my neck, driving me absolutely crazy.
"Zayn." I warn, clasping my legs around him because it's too much.
"Hm?" he hums on my neck, and I can feel him smirking.
"Stop."
"You want me to stop?"
He pulls back to look me in the eyes.
"Well...no. But it's too much."
"Didn't think it was a bad thing."
He resumes licking and sucking on my neck as his left hand wanders down my chest and slips into my panties. I arch up into his hand when he presses his middle finger against my clit in an experienced manner.
"Fucking Christ." I breathe, bringing my hands up to tangle into his hair.
Zayn applies pressure on his finger and begins trailing downwards with his kisses until he reaches the valley of my breasts.
"Up." he instructs, reaching his other hand under my back so he can unclasp my bra.
I lift my back off the mattress and he undoes the claps in one easy movement, before continuing with the kisses once the bra is off.
"So beautiful." He whispers, attaching his lips to my right nipple and sucking on it, in rhythm with the movements of his finger. I grip into his hair as my legs buckle from the amounting pleasure, and I wonder if I will even get to the part where he fucks me.
He moves on to the other breast when he thinks he's done his job, and at the same time slipping a finger inside of me. It's so unexpected that my legs give out so they're flat on the mattress.
"Do you have a condom?"
"No."
I stop, but he keeps going.
"And you want to do it without one?" I ask, unsurely. I wouldn't mind, because I know he's clean since they're always getting tested on the football team, but I wouldn't want to get pregnant at eighteen.
"Well we're both clean and I'm going to pull out before I come. I've done that before."
I nod, although I don't really like the 'before' term, because it reminds me that he's done this with many people and I might not live up to his expectations.
He eventually lets go of my other nipple too so he can kiss down my stomach and finally take off my panties. He settles between my thighs and licks his lips.
"Tongue or fingers?" he asks, looking up at me. I take a moment to stare at his dilated eyes and messy hair, before I manage to croak out a weak 'both'.
He nods, smiling. "Greedy."
I put my hands back into his hair and guide his face between my legs. The feeling of his tongue against me, combined with his fingers, is definitely too much to bare, so I let out a long moan as I grind against his face. His strong arms wrap themselves around my thighs.
"Who knew you were such a dirty girl hm?" he asks, eyes drifting up to my face for a split of a second.
"I might be a bit drunk still."
He stops and looks up at me properly this time, brows furrowed. "I don't want to take advantage of you."
"You're not. I've wanted this for a long time, please just get back to..."
"Get back to what?"
"Eating me out, God."
"Yes princess." He smirks and ducks his head back between my legs to lick long stripes over my entrance and suck on my clit.
He's so experienced and makes me feel so good that I feel like I'm drowning and all I can hear is ZaynZaynZayn.
I close my eyes so I can solely focus on his mouth, but it turns out to be too much and I want him to just get to it already. I clench my thighs around his head, his hair tickling my skin.
"Zayn." I say and tug at his hair to get his attention.
He looks up at me with a questioning look.
"Can you just-get inside me already?"
He nods and lets go of my thighs so he can come up to place a kiss to my lips.
"Are you sure you want this?"
I nod, not hesitating at all.
"And with no condom?"
I nod again. "I trust you."
"Okay then. Tell me if you want me to stop."
I bite my lip as he positions himself between my legs; one arm next to my head and the other down, so he can take a hold of his cock.
I wrap my arms around his neck when I feel his tip pushing in, and it doesn't hurt so far. However, I know I spoke too soon when he finally pushes in halfway and I feel a lot of pain in the pit of my stomach.
"You okay?" he heavily breathes, looking me in the eye.
"Yeah just-give me a second." I answer, bending my knees to clench around his sides. "You can move."
He pushes a bit more, before pulling it out almost all the way, and then pushing back in until he bottoms out. I whimper because the pain is almost nauseating, until it eventually fades.
"Good?"
