Forbidden

Chapter eighty-two

"Oh..oh." I pant quietly and he is under me and all the time eyeing my reaction while my stomach tightens.

"Oh no you won't." he mumbled stopping his fingers when I grind myself on his hand.

"Zayn." I whine lowly with flushed cheeks and heated skin and he sighs and kissed me. He's so frustrating. But I let him do what he wants because I trust him with my body. He takes little time to unzip and push my shorts down then my white underwear follows.

Then he continues to fondle me. I can feel his rough fingers moving around in a steady pace against my clît. I feel like I'm burning, combusting. It's been so long since we've been intimate, hence my frustrating and needy actions by grinding on his hand.

"Zayn," I mutter because he's teasing and taking his time. I want to push the socks down but he prevents me.

"No leave the socks on," he husked his tongue darts out to wet his tongue, honey eyes roaming my face, my mouth dries, "You look so fucking hot in them." he rasped, getting me out of my blouse and bra rather impatiently.

In an instant he shifts down, his head laying on the decorative pillow until his face is under my core, my knees on either side of his face. And I frown until I know what he's doing.

I feel a little nervous and shy but he noticed so his hands slip up my thighs he begins to massage my inner thighs with his thumbs then retrieved them as he keep his eyes on me while he lowers me on him by pressing a hand on my lower back. When his plump lips meet the sensitive bundle of my nerves I groan, his mouth opens so his tongue can lap on my slit slowly then in steady stripes, back and forth playing with my arousal that ignites and coats his lips, before he does kissing motions that have me squirm and grab his hair with one hand and the couch with the other.

"Zayn, oh..." I moan, my eyes close.

"Say it again Olivia..."

"Zayn..Zayn. Like that, please." I tell him shamelessly and he smirked on me.

I stare down at him biting my lip as my chest heaved quickly, he surely likes the view.

"Who? I'm not sure I can really hear you from down here," he mumbled, I glare at him, he smirked.

He does this little torturing with his mouth where he barely skims me then abruptly devours me with open mouthed kisses and nibbling by letting me ride on his face the way I like. I swirl my hips so he can easily dug his tongue into me, licking and sucking on my outer lips before thrusting his tongue inside my walls...Incoherent moans and high pitched gasps twirl with my quiet whimpers and groans as I'm grinding myself his face before moving up and down, barely holding myself over him and feeling my joints turn jelly. He groans against me, sloppily sucking on my clît then rounds his tongue around my soaking wetness before he dives his tongue back in my heat. He knows how to keep the fast pace so it drives me insane and at the brick of falling but slow enough I won't reach it yet. It feels so enticing.

I moan out his name as he sucked more harshly by wrapping his delicious lips on my nub, that I whine grind forwards and squeeze my thighs on his head, he moans on me, since it's been a while that sound is enough to make me release.

...

He helps me settle on his chest so I'm all over him completely naked once I'm done, I can't help but kiss him and he lets his tongue dart on my lower one lazily before I pull back but he doesn't let me go.

I can't concentrate on anything else, only Zayn, so I circle my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me, removing his sweater and skinnies then kiss him again. He does the same, pressing his whole body weight on me pushing me on the couch, while nibbling and sucking on my neck now, one of his hands in my hair. We slowly kiss again and play with our lips and tongues for very long. I've missed this. This moment I realize that I'll never be able to forget him, that he is much more than I ever thought he will be. For some unknown reason he shadows my mind and he's already in my heart. I have to tell him in some way.