The Photographer ||j.b.||

Chapter 17

Sophia

It's past noon when I wake up the following morning. I notice that I'm tired as hell and my body is sore from everything I occupied myself with last night. I turn my gaze to my left side where Zayn is sleeping peacefully with his neck and chest still marked with my red lipstick and I smile at the thought of our actions. I lay back next to him and cuddle by his side giving a soft peck to his ribs as I close my eyes and drift off to sleep again in just a few moments exhausted.

A raspy voice wakes me up this time and when I look for the source I notice Zayn next to me, still naked, caressing my shoulder. "Hi," I murmur and yawn lightly.

"Hi," He kisses me softly and I smile at the sensation.

"I'm still so sore," I complain as I try to move and my whole body feels numb.

"I know what you need." He smirks and I giggle.

"More sex?" I joke and stretch myself under the duvet.

"That too, but first a hot shower to let your muscles relax." He suggests and I nod then place my chin on his chest.

"I think you need to relax too and I don't know if I can shower by myself? Care to join me?" I smile innocently and he nods taking my hair and pushing it back.

"We can go in a minute." He smiles and I agree with him as I turn my head so my cheek is on his chest and I close my eyes.

We stay there with Zayn's hands caressing my naked body softly almost making me fall asleep as I try to convince myself that three in the afternoon is a good time to leave the bed. I take a deep breath, taking in his still evident scent.

"We should take that shower now, I think," I say and sit up taking the white sheet and covering myself as I look straight into his eyes.

"I have to agree." He picks me up out of nowhere wrapping my legs around his torso and walks to the bathroom.

"You're so gorgeous," I whisper and kiss him softly as he pins me with my back on the wall and we kiss each other for a few minutes. "Shower..." I tremble out of breath and start kissing him again ignoring my own words.

Zayn walks to the shower turning it on and while we wait for the hot water to start running he lets me sit on the marble counter and we continue kissing as his hand slips down between my legs rubbing me slowly making me moan in his mouth only for my moans to vanish.

"Faster, please..." I say out of breath with my forehead against his shoulder while he's finger fucking me and his thumb rubs my clit.

My hands go up to his hair pulling them and making him moan as well while I feel my orgasm building up. I push my body back pining my back on the mirror pulling him with me and we start kissing aggressively until my first orgasm for the day takes all of me and let him go placing both my hands on his chest trying to handle the intense feeling. I feel like it's been ages when I come off my high and I look Zayn with a small smile on my lips then down at his chest where he has small scratches from my acrylics and I giggle when I see them.

"I think that I'm going to kill you if I have another orgasm," I comment jokingly and push my hair back while noticing all the little scratches he has all over his upper body.

"I'm good, don't worry, love." He smiles cockily and I hop off the counter to step in the shower that has been running for so long.

"Are you joining me?" I ask and push my wet now hair back.

"You already know I do." He smirks and steps in as well placing his hands around my waist.

We shower in silence and have another round to come out the shower fully satisfied and clean. As I put on my underwear and search for something to wear because we've company coming later I notice that Zayn is looking at me with a smirk on his face but I choose to ignore it because there's not much time to keep doing what he has in mind so I just push that away for now.