Zayn

The way my curves fit into his hand making me feel like he was the puzzle pieces I was alway missing.

The way he made me not have a care in the world, feeling like my mind, body, and soul belong to him and he doesn't know it.

"I want you Sage" he whispered feeling his lips on my neck. The only thing separating us were the cloths on our back, us breathing was the thing being heard.

"Words my love, tell me what you want."

Everything he said clouds my brain even more than it. His hands running down my body and stopping right where I needed him the most. "No no no why did you stop" I tried grabbing his hand to guide it where I wanted it, where I need it

"I need you to tell me what you want Sage, let me hear you"

looking at me with so much emotion and the main one being lust.

"I want you, I was you to please me, make me feel good please" I rushed out pulling him down so I could meet his lips.

My finger roughly tugging on his hair, "Is this what you want babygirl?"

he says as his lips go lower and lower. I try to control my breath and say "yes, don't stop" but all that could come out was a moan of extreme pleasure.

This was something i've never felt before, something I know only he can make me feel and I was not ready to give that up