Aylin's POV
Every year on my birthday, for as long as I can remember, consisted of me being rudely awoken from my slumber with champagne streamers popping and obnoxious singing. Whether that be by my friends or family members.
Anyone that knows me knows I value my sleep, and if they really wanted me to enjoy my birthday, they'd let me wake up at my own pace.
This year... is a little different for once. I'm still being woken up, but it's in the comfort of the shared bed in Zayn's room. With the smell of pancakes on my left and his head between my thighs. Definitely can't complain about that.
He trails kisses across my pelvis again, inching away from where I want him most after spending a good couple of minutes there. I couldn't muster enough energy to stop him from being a tease minutes ago, but I'm too worked up now to not grab a handful of his thick locks.
So that's exactly what I do, but it proves counterproductive when he pulls away and looks up at me with his pretty eyes.
"Don't even talk." I lay back.
I hear him chuckle, but thankfully his lips are on my skin once again, "I thought you wanted to say something."
"Nope." My eyes fall closed again. The only thing my brain is capable of in this moment is receiving the immense pleasure he's providing. It's practically mush at this point since all I can do is moan.
My muscles twitch as he continues rolling his tongue over my clît with one finger teasing at my entrance. At this point, I can feel the heat radiating between our bare skin. As much as I want him to finish me off, I don't want this to end, so every time he pulls back, I appreciate it— but I also want to yell at him a little bit.
"Did you sleep well?" He asks, stubble grazing my hip as he leaves soft kisses to my thigh.
I swallow hard, mounting my head on the pillow behind me to get a good view of the way his muscles move under his inked skin.
"I did." I comb my fingers through his hair, enjoying the sight of him in his just his Calvin Klein's.
"I know you don't like being woken up early..." he inserts a finger ever so casually inside me as he continues, curling it in a come hither motion that has my eyes rolling back, "but I wanted to serve you some breakfast in bed before I went to work."
"Breakfast for two." I stifle a laugh.
"Exactly." He nips at my thigh and pumps another finger inside me deep, but slowly.
I bite my lip, trying hard to steady my breathing and hold back moans when we've received noise complains before. I know I'd be mad if my neighbors were going at it at the crack of dawn. Nobody wants to hear that, but I'd be lying if I said I really cared all that much in this moment.
"Your breakfast is getting cold."
"Right." I chuckle breathlessly as I reach for a pancake, only managing to take one bite when Zayn's lips part over my most sensitive area, warm and inviting. Jesus.
I feel his tongue dip into me, almost causing me to choke on the pancake which I quickly gulp down. Slowly, his tongue laps at me before directing those lazy trails directly on my clît, circling it.
"Zayn." I feel my legs clench around his shoulders, holding him firmly in place while his hands reach up to massage my tïts.
Unlike before, he doesn't seem to slow down. He stays steady as he flicks his tongue at a consistent speed while sucking on it. Had I not put down the rest of my pancake, it would've been crushed within my hand, I'm sure.
