After // ziall

Chapter 57

Zayn's fingers trail further up my shirt, causing my breathing to accelerate. A smile creeps his beautiful face as he becomes aware of this. 

"One touch and you're already panting." His raspy voice whispers. He leans over, moving my feet off of his lap so that he can bring his mouth to my neck. His tongue makes a flat stipe down my neck and I quiver. My fingers thread into his hair and I tug as he nips at my skin. One of his hands slides down in between my legs but I grab his wrist to stop him.

"What's wrong?" He breathes. 

"Nothing.. I just thought that I would do something for you this time?" I look away. His fingers cup my chin so I am forced to make eye contact with him. He tries to hide his smirk but I catch him. 

"And what would you like to do for me?"

"Well.. I thought I could, you know what you said the other day?" I don't know why I'm so shy with words when Zayn says anything and everything he is thinking, but the word 'blow job' is not in my vocabulary. 

"You want to suck my cock?" He asks, clearly surprised. I am officially horrified. Yet somehow turned on. 

"Uhm.. yea. I mean if you want me to?" I hope as our relationship progresses I will be able to say these things to him. 

"Of course I want you to, I have wanted your lips around me since I saw you the first time." He says. I am oddly flattered by his crude remark. 

"Are you sure though? Have you ever.. even seen another dick before?" I know he knows the answer to that, maybe he is just trying to remind me? 

"Of course I have. Not a real one, but pictures and I once walked in on the neighbour watching a naughty movie." I tell him and he stifles a laugh. 

"Stop laughing at me, Zayn." I warn him. 

"I'm not baby, I'm sorry. It's just that I have never met anyone who has such little experience. It's a good thing though, I swear. Sometimes you innocence just throws me off a bit. But with that being said, it's a huge turn on that I am the only one who has ever made you come, yourself included." He doesn't laugh this time which makes me feel better. 

"Okay.. so let's get started." I request. He smiles and runs his thumb along my cheek. 

"So sassy, I like it." He says and stands up. 

"Where are you going?" I ask him and he smiles. 

"No where, I'm just taking my pants off."

"I wanted to do that." I pout and he chuckles and tugs his pants back up. 

"Here ya go babe." He puts his hands on his hips. 

I smile and move forward, pulling his pants down. Should I pull down his boxers too? Zayn takes a step back and puts his heels against his bed before sitting down. 

I drop to my knees in front of him and he takes a deep breath. 

"Come closer babe."

I scoot closer and place my hands on his bent knees. 

"Are you okay?" He asks carefully. 

I nod and he pulls me up by my elbows. 

"Let's just kiss for a minute?" He suggests and pulls me on top of him. I am relieved, I still want to do it, I just need a minute to process and kissing will make me more comfortable. 

He kisses me, slowly at first but within seconds the electricity builds and takes over me. I grip his arms, hard under my fingertips and rock back and forth on his lap. The bulge in his thin boxers grows and I tug gently on his hair.