Strings and Schemes

Chapter 26

"Is it normal to be this turned on by someone?" I almost whisper;

He smiles gently, knowing I'm embarrassed by my own incapacity to keep it under control.

"I'm always two seconds away from ripping your clothes off and taking you on the nearest surface," he says, "wall, counter, floor, bed.." He trails off, his fingers tracing down my stomach towards my most sensitive areas.

"Just say the words, Jaan, and all this need and wanting can be over."

I nod slightly. Encouraging him to continue.

He smirks down at me, his eyes peering into my soul.

"Haven't you learned?" He asks coyly, "I want to hear you say it."

I breath out as his fingers draw lazy doodles on my stomach, only building my want for him.

"Say the words, and I will get on my knees and make you see stars." He says, tempting me.

"Pleas-" I barely have the words out and he's doing exactly that. His hands roaming my torso, settling on my breasts as he licks my most sensitive parts. The feeling is enough to make me gasp in pleasure.

"Ohmygod." I say, throwing my hands up to my mouth. He grabs them with on hand, and pins them above me, pinning me to the wall so we're slightly out of the direct line of water.

"I want to hear you," he grunts. "Don't deny me the chance to hear you coming undone above me, that's not very nice."

I nod, looking into his eyes for the first time, no longer afraid of the desire building.

"Please, Zayn." I start, "please make me yours."

I can see how much the words affect him; he immediately spreads my legs with one hand and starts to lazily and deliciously torture me with his tongue. Placing it flat like he's licking an ice cream cone. I am sputtering and shivering in minutes as he works his magic on me.

"Zayn," I warn, I can hardly handle the sight below me or the feelings he's stirring up in me.

"Let me make you finish, don't fight me. I can feel you pulsing against me, I know just how badly you want and need this."

I sigh, my head falling back against the tiles, giving into the feelings that are consuming me.

"How long has it been since you've indulged your needs?" He asks. I shrug in response. He gives me a knowing look as if to say, that's not much of an answer.

"P-probably," I start, panting instead of breathing. "Thelasttimeyoumademe-" I stop, "orgasm."

"Eyes right here, Jaan." My eyes fall to his and I find myself entirely consumed by the wanting in the ones staring back at me.

I start moaning in a needy way, the way that tells him I need more than just his tongue. I can see him debating in his head whether or not he'll oblige me, or if he'll continue his torturous endeavours.

The need in me continues to build, hitting a ceiling that has me trembling.

"Do you want my fingers inside of you?" He grunts, pulling back ever so slightly to take in the sight of me, I shudder. Nobody has ever made me feel so desired than Z makes me feel.

I nod, practically begging him.

"Say, the, words." He bites back.

"Please."

He shakes his head, "the actual words, describe what you want me to do."

My jaw drops ever so slightly, he's pushing me beyond my mental limits and he knows it.