Forbidden

Chapter eighty-two

After I had braided my hair to the side, I sit next to him on his right side, we both drank the delicious warm drink, smiling shyly at each other as we remained in comfortable silence.

Then I take my cherry and his, he quirked his eyebrow but takes it with his left hand as his right one is comfortably on my thigh, fingers playing with the knee socks.

I ate the cherry, he copied and then I stare at him, once I look at the cherry stem an idea came. I mischievously peer at Zayn.

"The one who knots the cherry stem first will win something," I excitedly tell him since he's looking at me with confusion. I had to make our conversations lighter again. And what better than in this cozy atmosphere he had created.

"I already won," he cockily told me. I roll my eyes.

"Come on then."

We show each other the stems, "On three. One, two," I cheat and push it in my mouth, he gapes but quickly does the same, shaking his head at me with a smirk before we're both trying to knot them.

It's a few minutes of us looking like idiots and I lastly got to tie it but he beats me to it by a second shoving it to my face and I do the same before I groan.

"You even cheated," he chastised playfully.

"Whatever."

But he keeps teasing me.

"What do I get?" he lastly asked after I.pouted so he pulled me next to him.

"Well, what do you want?"

"Since I won this it's because of my kissing skills,"

"Take it down a notch, will you?" I mutter, he smirked.

"What? It's the truth, you're just a sore loser." he shrugged, biting his lip.

"No, I'm not. I admit defeat and you really are a good kisser," I deadpan.

"I want you to kiss me." he countered, then pouts. I smile, leaning forward to kiss him.

It starts sweet and smooth until it grows to desperate need in such a quick time like it always does, but I don't interrupt this. It felt too nice to be in his arms again. He has me straddling him in seconds, I rock my hips to his as I swirl my tongue on his rushed and desperately.

He draws my lower lip with his teeth, letting it snap back, I groan, "You enjoy being on top." he bluntly said smirking while biting on his own lip. My face has heated and I hide on his chest slightly uncomfortable, quickly ceasing my grinding hips.

He tilts my head to guide it back close to his, pupils blown out with want and desire, while the other sneaked its way to my thighs, shortly after brushing my core and I inhale sharply then bite down my lip.

"Tell me. Do.you.enjoy.it?" he rasped through teeth and stroked his fingers in circular motions above my shorts and I lean my head to his forehead looking down on him panting on his lips.

"Yes." my voice heavy and needy.

"I fucking love it too." he mumbled and then cupped my core as I whine on his lips, he groaned. "Fuck.." he cursed, "You're always so wet for me," he whispered barely finding his voice.

My chest filled with excitement and lust.. It's that sudden pull I have for him and he knows and feels it too.

"Don't ever feel shy in front of me baby. Got it?" he tried to sound stern but instead his voice is husky and desperate. I nod and kiss his inviting lips, his other hand lays on my bum as his other slips from the elastic band of the shorts through my panties to collect the moister of my arousal and teases my clît with it.