More Than FWB? (A Sami Zayn fanfiction)

"Jesus!" Sami screams out, as you bounce on top of him in the king-size bed in his Tampa house. He grabs a handful of your hair, yanking you backwards as he lifts himself up. You sit on top of him, breathing heavily, wearing nothing but a lacy, navy blue bra. "How did you get so good at this?" You chuckled as you slid off beside him, wrapping the cotton bed sheet around your torso. You grabbed your hair tie off of the night stand and wound your hair up into a tight, twisted bun. He took another minute to control his breathing before speaking again.