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Zaid walks in front of me, and I watch as the muscles in his back contract and tense.
He’s the perfect height, the perfect build. My mouth waters as I look at him, and though I am highly aware that I am still in my bra, I reinforce my decision to not be the one that
caves.
He opens the door to his room and looks at me, waiting for me to stop inside. I do, and as soon as he follows, the soft click of the lock echoes in my mind.
I turn to him, tilting my head, stomach coiling. “What do you need?”
He exhales deeply, dragging a hand through his dark hair before leveling me with a look so intense it sends heat rushing through my veins. “I just realized something.”
I nod, licking my lips. “Yeah?”
“I’m the only one that hasn’t been inside you.”
The confession slams into me, knocking the air from my lungs. My body comes alive, my skin tingling in awareness, in want. I feel the pool of wetness between my legs and I know without a doubt that he has me in the palm of his hands.
I would do anything he asked me to.
I swallow, my lips parting slightly as I meet his gaze. “Are you finally going to fuck me,
Zaid?”
He hisses, eyes devouring me in a slow sweep over my body. His lips twitch into a small, knowing smirk. He steps closer, his fingers grazing along my jaw before tracing down the column of my throat, setting me on fire in the process.
He nods. “Finally.”
A shiver rolls through me, anticipation coiling tight in my stomach. I don’t move, don’t breathe, just wait as his fingers slide to my chin, tilting my face up. His gaze flickers to my lips, and he closes the space between us.
The first brush of his lips against mine is soft, testing, like he’s savoring the moment, but
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the second touch? It’s fire. It’s a claiming. His hands settle on my hips, pulling me flush against him, and I melt into him, my fingers twisting into the fabric of his shirt to keep myself upright.
A quiet groan rumbles in his chest as he deepens the kiss, his tongue sweeping against mine in a slow, devastating caress that has my knees threatening to give out.
He catches me, lifting me in his arms before dropping us both onto the bed.
By the time he pulls away, I’m breathless, my lips tingling, my entire body humming with want. He presses his forehead against mine, his breath warm against my skin.
My heart rate spikes, his fingers trailing down my stomach until he reaches the button of my jeans. I close my eyes, moaning. “Please tell me you won’t stop this time.”
He smiles. “I won’t.”
He unzips my pants, pushing them down my hips. I help, sliding them off my legs and he follows with my underwear. His hands explore my skin and he reaches behind my back to
unlatch my bra.
I’m naked, bare, trembling and hot.
Zaid watches me, eyes dark and languid as he takes me in. With his arm around my waist, his lips touch mine, and the world tilts.
It pulls from the center of me and spreads like wildfire. My breath catches, my fingers instinctively fisting his shirt, needing to hold on to something solid, something real,
because right now, I feel like I might shatter.
I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long that now that it’s in front of me, I’m shaking.
Zaid pulls away, hands gripping my waist, fingers caressing the scars from my accident. “I need you to relax, love. Can you do that for me?”
I nod, though I feel like I can’t.
He slowly lowers himself, gripping my thighs to keep my legs parted. I lift myself onto my elbows to watch him, to make sure I know that this is real. His eyes stay on mine,
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transfixed on my face even as his breath fans across my pussy.
I gasp, his tongue lapping at my clit.
“Zaid,” I whine.
He gives me one final smirk and buries his face between my legs. My back arches and I close my eyes, letting his touch do the work to bring me over the edge. I grasp onto his hair, writhing my hips against his mouth.
I’m panting, chasing my orgasm so that he can finally fuck me like he promised. His tongue circles my clit in teasing, short spurts and I ride his face faster. I;m out of breath, focusing on the pleasure he builds inside me.
This is Zaid. Zaid between my legs, eating me like he’s never tasted a woman before.
He inserts a finger inside me and my pussy walls contract around him. I scream, legs trembling as I come all over his lips. He chuckles, pressing kisses to my clit, my lips, my
inner thighs,
I drop back on the bed, catching my breath as he moves up to lie beside me. He kisses my neck, running his tongue down my chest until he bites my nipple.
I hiss. “Zaid, please. I want you inside me, please.”
He pulls away, looking at me with a tortured look on his face. For a moment, I think he’s going to pull away all over again. Instead, he cups my face and brings me in close, kissing
letting me taste myself on his tongue.
me,
He pulls back again just enough to look at me, his thumb brushing over my cheek, and I swear I see the entire world in his dark eyes. It’s terrifying.
He rolls off the bed and I watch him, close to crying for him denying me his touch again. But he opens the drawer of his bedside table, pulling out lube and a plug bigger than the other two he had put in me before.
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