Toxic

Chapter 25

Song of the chapter: Acquainted by The Weeknd.

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Fucking hell did his touch feel good.

At first he felt hesitant and maybe a bit unsure but now, there was nothing but certainty between us.

His hands were all over me, it was like he couldn't make up his mind about where to keep them.

They were in my hair, my cheeks, my jaw, neck, shoulders, back, arms, legs. Everywhere.

And every piece of me he'd touched, left a trace of burning skin in its absence.

I wanted nothing more than all of him tonight.

He'd deepened the kiss by parting our lips and hungrily let our tongues meet.

He's a great kisser.

Without breaking our feverish kissing, I pushed him back on to the bed and let my body follow suit.

My hands were placed on his chest but soon changed location to tug on his dark hair yet again.

I'd noted that he liked having his hair pulled on since every time I did it he growled.

This time was no exception.

I started to fumble with the buttons on his black shirt, I didn't even know if he noticed.

But apparently he did because the next thing I know he grabbed my arms in his to stop me from furthering my actions in removing his clothes.

He, very, reluctantly broke our kiss to look at me.

Our breathing was heavy and the atmosphere couldn't be more filled with desire.

"How much have you had to drink?" He asked me with both concern and lust in his eyes.

What?

"Um... I've only had one drink, why?" I questioned him and tried to slow my heart rate by breathing slowly.

He searched my eyes, "Good. But I need to know if you really want to do this. I know I do. But I can't have you regretting this in the morning" He further explained.

He's one of those guys? Looking for consent? Fuck, this makes him even more attractive...

I smiled down on him, "I assure you, I want this, and I won't be regretting anything" I let him know before pulling my, I mean his, shirt off and throwing it away somewhere on the floor.

I only saw his smirk before pressing my lips to his yet again.

I had really missed kissing him.

I hadn't felt this kind of attraction to anyone in so long, not since Luke, but this just might happen to be even more.

He turned us around so that he was on top and let his mouth leave mine, but not without a wimp from me, and instead returning the favor of kissing the rest of my face.

Once he'd reached my neck I felt like a moaning mess and the fact that I could feel his smirk against my skin made me even more aroused.

Meanwhile his hands had unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down and off until I was left in only my underwear.

He bit down on my neck, earning another moan from me, and then lifted himself up to look at me.

He bit his lip whilst studying my body.

"You're so beautiful" He mumbled, I didn't know weather he'd meant to say that out loud or not but I didn't have much time to react before he'd started kissing my neck again.

One of his hands were stationed in my hair whilst the other was finding its way down my stomach.

As soon as they'd dipped into my panties I inhaled sharply and whined in pleasure.

He'd hit the spot, right away.

As he circled my clit I tried to concentrate on anything and I think his back was suffering because of how my nails dug into it, but I didn't care.

Honestly I don't think he cared since he himself was groaning.

"Zayn" I cried out as both his mouth on my body and his fingers entering me, almost became too much.

I can't believe I was this close. I've almost never been able to come at all when I'd been with men.

Mostly because they're too occupied with them self to think about the fact that maybe I want to come as well.

But with Zayn, that seems to be no issue.

"I'm close" I mumbled with my eyes closed and let my hands wander back into his hair.

"Mhm" He hummed with, what I knew was plastered on his gorgeous face, a smirk.

I hated to fill his ego this much, but the man knew how to touch me.

He bit down playfully on my neck again and continued his action on my clit before, finally, I became a moaning mess saying his name mixed with a lot of profanity over and over again.

He'd still kissed my neck and various places on my face as I calmed down from the euphoria I'd just experienced.

When I returned from the orgasm I, with no hesitation, pulled his pants off followed shortly by his briefs.

This is the first time I'd ever seen him completely naked.

His dick was bigger than I'd first imagined. Maybe that's why he's so damn cocky, no pun intended.

His hand, that had just worked magic on me, opened a drawer on the bedside table to pull a condom out.

He sat up and ripped the packet open with his teeth, oh help me that's hot, and rolled it on to his member.

He tore my panties away along with the bra, so there was nothing in the way. Only skin to skin.

After that he laid down on top of me again and let his hands cup my face and his eyes stared in to mine again.

"You sure?" He asked and I eagerly nodded, not giving him a seconds doubt.

"Please" I begged and tugged on his hair again.

He didn't waste any time as he filled me with himself.

Both of us moaned loudly and I don't think he, nor I, cared about who might hear us.

"Christ, Mila" Zayn mumbled hotly as he repeatedly thrusted in and out of me.

I kept pulling his body closer to mine, as if that was even possible, but rational thinking was out the window.

His lips met mine again and even more feverish this time. It was like all the sexual tension that had been going on between us for the past months was, at last, exploding.

I didn't know sex could be this good.

Once again his hand connected with my clit and I felt myself buckle up of the bed in pleasure.

I knew he was close since he'd sped up a bit and we both kept clinging onto each other in almost a desperate manner.

I cried out in pleasure as I suddenly came and he thrusted into me one last time before joining me in my high with my name rolling of his tongue.

He collapsed on top of me, and still inside of me, as we both recovered from what had just happened.

If that wasn't the best sex of my life then I don't know what was.

Holy Malik.