Melting the Ice

29; hygge

"hygge"

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(noun) An Danish word, hygge is recognized as the warm and fuzzy feeling that overcomes you while you are enjoying the company of your favorite friends and the beauty of life.

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The next day, I come to Zach's after my work. I texted him that I'm going skating later today. I just needed some alone time and some space. I needed just a small escape from the reality, and what better place to do that than Zach's flat with an amazing view? 

Zach gave me a key to his flat. In case of emergency, he said. I greedily took it because I've gotten obsessed with him. I need him close to me at all times and I didn't even give it much thought. I just wanted to have access to him whenever I needed. He offered and I took. Selfishly.

And, damn it, for the first time in my life, I'm allowing myself to be selfish and do something that I want and need. I look after myself for the first time in my life, not putting others first. 

I hear Zach coming home. Home. To me. I'm leaning against the wall, looking out of the big windows, not thinking about anything but how lucky I am that I have someone who cares about me. 

Zach comes behind me and wordlessly wraps his arms around me from behind, squeezing me to him and putting his head on my shoulder, kissing my neck. "How are you?" he mumbles, breathing me in.

I close my eyes, leaning against his chest and put my hands on his arms around my stomach. "Really good actually. How are you?" 

I feel a smile coming onto his lips. "Better now." 

I sigh in happiness, absorbing the warmth and the safety of being in Zach's arms. Zach starts kissing the side of my neck, leaving the hot, wet kisses on the sensitive skin there. I cock my head to the side, granting him a better access. He moves his hands to my hips, bringing me closer to him.

I feel how aroused he is and I'm surprised at how quick he got hard. I let my head fall back on his shoulder and Zach takes my mouth by his, kissing me passionately; his mouth moving hard against mine, trying to consume me whole. 

I want to turn in his arms, but Zach doesn't let me. "No, I'm taking you from behind," he says without any shame. 

I love how blunt he is with me again. I think that last night helped us both to overcome the fear of being with each other. I was afraid that he doesn't want me anymore, but I think he was afraid of pressuring me. 

He presses me against the glass, his whole body pressing against mine so I feel every hard muscle of his. I moan at the touch and his mere presence so close to me. 

Zach nibbles on my ear as he whispers, "Ever since I first saw you standing at this window, admiring the view, it's my fantasy to fuck you right here," he admits hotly. 

I shudder at his words. I love how open he is about things like this. I don't have much experience with sex, but with Zach, I'm quickly starting to get ideas in my head. I'd do it all the time with him, honestly. "I would like that," I say a little breathlessly.

I keep my eyes closed because it heightens the sensation of Zach touching my skin, either with his lips or his fingers.

I feel his hand coming under my chin as he lifts my head and turns it to the side. "Look at me," he orders, his voice raspy and low, a sure sign of how turned on he is. 

I snap my eyes open, finding his lustful ones looking straight at me, taking it my whole face, my nose, my cheeks, stopping at my mouth. I sink my teeth onto it on purpose, feeling my lips tingle from having his intense eyes on them.