The Way We Made It Happen [UNDER PAINFULLY SLOW EDITING]

Chapter 30 - Drink me down.

A/N- I'm trying to spice up things now :P

Happy reading

xx

***************************************************************************************************************

-Hannah's POV-

"You just need to work on your parking skills, love" Zayn said, as i shut the front door to my house and leaned heavily against it.

Driving is tiring, really tiring. 

I smiled up at Zayn, who now was so close to me that i could feel his warm, ,minty breath fan over my face. "I don't know about you, but i feel like a drink" i said, making my way to the mini-bar in my den. "Can i just drink you?" he said, his arms slithering around my waist.

My insides did this cute little tango when i realize what he meant, I pushed myself against the wall, bringing him with me, "Mr. Malik, now that you have raised my expectations you might as well comply" i said, my fingers brushing over his lips. 

"Your wish is my command" Zayn said, kissing me down my neck, making his way down there.

I moaned as he softly nicked the skin at my waist, my tights between his teeth, dragging them down my legs, kneeling at my feet.

As soon as i was naked waist-down, he slithered his tongue into me. I moaned at the contact, his hands on the back of my thighs, steadying me. My hands laced into his hair, as his rolling tongue melted my insides.

He pushed his tongue further into me, causing me to shiver, the pleasure intensifying like crazy. His tongue between my legs felt so good and so perfect. 

I  moaned, "Za--ayy-nn, go faster"" he picked up pace, his tongue pushing and shoving, driving me crazy, absolutely crazy. 

Out of nowhere, he spanked me. Needless to say that intensified the pleasure ten-fold.

"Keep moaning baby, moan hard while i fuck you with my tongue" Zayn said, looking up at me.

"I'm gonna cum" i said, my legs trembling.

He licked me clean.

Errr....

"Satisfied?" he asked me once we were back in the den. I gave him a watery smile. I still hadn't recovered from my orgasm. We sat with my legs over his lap so that he could wrap his arms around me, our drinks in our hands.

*Step one, you say, "We need to talk."

He walks, you say, "Sit down. It's just a talk."

He smiles politely back at you

You stare politely right on through

Some sort of window to your right

As he goes left and you stay right

Between the lines of fear and blame

You begin to wonder why you came*

I fumbled in my pockets trying to find the phone. It almost went to voicemail. It was an unknown number.

"Hello?" i answered. Zayn was massaging my arm, i smiled up at him.

"You whore" said a familiar voice on the other end. I just couldnt place where i've heard it before.

"Excuse me?" i said, anger bubbling within me. "How dare you?! Who the hell are you?" i asked, Zayn shot up, ready to take phone from me if i gave it to him. Just as i was about to, the boy laughed.

I knew that laugh..it made my blood run cold. 

Like ice.

"I believe now you know who i am" he said, his disgusting voice sputtered.

"Mike" i hissed and slammed the phone down.

What the hell just happened. All the things he had done to me came rushing back, all my old scars felt like they were being torn open.

Zayn scooted over to me, wrapping his arms around me, whispering in my ear,

"Hey, babe, its alright, its seriously alright. You have absolutely nothing to worry about"

"Why must all our exes insist on surfacing at the same time?!" i screeched, pushing myself off his chest.

"Baby, its okay, i'm right here. Always will be. No one can lay a finger on my girl as long as i'm around" he said, wrapping his arms around me again, cucooning me in a Zayn on Zayn sandwich.