The sun wakes me up, causing me to groan. It shines on Zion's face, making his skin look like honey. The sun reveals the small cluster of freckles sprinkled over his nose, and highlights the tattoo above his collarbone. I trace over the tattoo lightly with my finger. Zion has about twenty-four tattoos. All carrying a significant meaning. The one above his collarbone says my name in Arabic. I didn't even know he was gonna get it. I first noticed it when we were laying in bed, this was after three months of being together. I was too shocked to even say anything.
His body shudders under my fingers, he lets out a light moan causing me to retract my hand. He reaches for my hand and puts it back on his tattoo, urging me to continue. I continue tracing and he eventually falls back asleep which allows me to slip away to get ready.
I come out of the bathroom and head to my closet. I look over to see if Zi is awake and find him staring at me in nothing more than a black lace bra and a red thong. He licks his lips and groans.
"What's going on inside the pretty head of yours?" I ask teasingly, knowing well enough what he is thinking.
"Just thinking you and your magnificent tits," he says, making a move to get out of bed. The covers fall leaving him fully exposed, his dick standing at full attention. He comes closer to me making me walk backward until my back meets the closet door. Zi apparently finds this humorous as a smirk takes place on his mouth, and matches the look of desire in his eyes. He takes one last long stride and cages me in with both of his detailed arms.
"Got ya," he says with pride. He doesn't break eye-contact with me while his hands come up to meet my nipples. His fingers slip under the bra and begin to twist my left nipple while his other hand moves down to my thong.
"Zion," I say breathlessly.
"Yes?" he replies cooly even though I'm a panting mess.
"We need to uhh- oh my god, don't stop." I moan, completely losing any willpower I had.
"Go on, you were saying," he says smugly, knowing that I was gonna ask him to stop but can't seem to anymore.
"We need to uh, we need to stop. We have class in like," I look over his shoulder to see the time, "20 minutes." As much as I don't want this to end, I know that if I miss class today I'll be fucked. Professor Skarl is assigning partners for our semester project, and I wanna make sure I'm not stuck with some twat.
"Fine, but you owe me one bomb-ass blowjob tonight," he says.
"Deal," his eyes light up to my answer and he showers me in kisses for it. "also I left my half of rent on the counter, and before you say I don't need to pay it, I do otherwise I feel like some whore who you let live here and occasionally have sex with," I say. Zi and I have had this discussion many times. He hates me paying rent. His dad is like some big dude in Wall Street, so Zi just lives off his trust fund, thus resulting in him not needing me to pay rent. But for some reason, I let Abiola get to me. He said that I'm just some pathetic whore that Zi lets live here so he can have his personal fuck doll. I told Zi this and he assured me that's not true and he wants me to live here cause he loves me, and doesn't want me to pay rent since he has too much money to know what to do with, but I need to have some pride.
"Dyl, we've been over this, you don't need to pay for rent. Use that money to get groceries or buy yourself something, cause it's not going to rent," he states.
I trace his tattoo that says my name while groaning at his response. "We'll talk about this tonight, also I never got the chance to ask you but why'd you get my name?" I ask.
"What?"
"Why'd you get my name tattooed? And don't deny it saying it isn't my name, Abiola told me it was. He also told me how you cried like a little bitch when getting it," When Zi first got it, Abiola was the first to tell me, kept saying he was pussy whipped for getting my name only after three months together. I laughed, cause I didn't think he was serious but when I came home that night and saw the new inked wrapped, I realized he was right.
