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Zayne can't resist when you're like this; sprawled half-naked in his bed, hair fanning over his pillows, t-shirt riding up just enough to show the underside of your breast. He aches to sink his teeth into the skin there.
When he first brought up his little fantasy to you, he had worried you would run for the hills. After all, it took him a while to reconcile with the idea himself - worried about the grey area surrounding your consent, worried that you would want him to stop and be unsure how to tell him. But, after a long discussion, the two of you came to the understanding that you liked the idea.
It didn't take long for Zayne to propose testing the theory, and he was relieved at your enthusiastic response.
Though he'd never admit it to anyone but you, it's one of his favourite ways to pleasure you. He enjoys waking you up with his mouth, or his fingers, teasing you until you're stuck between dreaming and reality, moaning his name. He gets off on you being here, waiting for him, willing and ready for him to have his wicked way with you, for you to wake up coming around his fingers.
He watches you now, dreaming, snoring softly against his pillow. It's still dark out, nowhere near morning yet, but he's well aware that the two of you have the day off work tomorrow. Zayne can't deny the low tug in his gut, the thickening of his cock already in his briefs as he watches your chest rise and fall slowly, your stomach and hips bare. The sheet prevents him seeing any further, but he knows you're bare for him under there too - he left you that way last night. The two of you had been too exhausted to even leave the bed afterwards, falling asleep in each others arms.
It's only been a few hours and already Zayne wants you again. He's addicted to you.
He moves gently, not wanting to jostle you from sleep just yet. Lifting the sheet just so he can slip underneath, nudging himself between your thighs. The scent of you welcomes him, the heady aroma of sweat and sex still lingering from your earlier activities. Moving in closer, he places his hands on your thighs, grinning when they twitch in your slumber. When he's sure you're still asleep, he licks his way up the seam of your cunt, tasting himself there still as well as you. His cock twitches against the mattress, and he just barely stops himself from grinding himself against it.
He wants to save himself for you, wants to lose himself between your thighs again and again, as many times as you'll allow before the sun rises. Zayne's tongue licks a slow path up the centre of you again, pausing at the top where he laps gently at your clit. It doesn't take long for you to respond; your legs shifting on either side of his shoulders, hips twitching to greet his waiting mouth. He can just barely hear your soft sleepy sighs as he kisses your cunt slowly, sloppily, just the way you like it. He groans into your wet flesh, savouring the taste of you.
Sometimes Zayne sees it as a challenge, to see if he can get you to come before you wake up properly. He likes the way you moan his name when you're sleeping, like you can do so with abandon and without the fear of being embarrassed. His hands cradle your hips now, lifting them just enough so he can angle you exactly right, to lap at you greedily like a starved man.
You're fidgeting now, breathing harshly into the quiet darkness of the bedroom. He can hear your muffled whimpers from his place under the sheets and he supresses a smile, relishing in it, only wishing that he could see you. But it's much more fun when he hides under the sheet like this, enjoying the thrill that courses through him, the idea that he is doing something wicked without you knowing.
He doesn't have long, he thinks as he rubs his tongue against the underside of your clit. Soon you'll wake up, and if he can, he really wants to get you to come before then. He lets one of his hands leave where it had moved to your lower tummy, pressing a finger into your wet heat and groaning at the clench you welcome him with. You gasp, still not quite awake yet, and Zayne enters another digit, fucking them both into you as your juices gather on his finger, slick and sweet.
You come blissfully, beautifully, on the fourth thrust of his fingers, spasming wildly around him. Zayne slowly fucks you through it, kissing softly at your clit as you tremble with the aftershocks. When he feels your hand rest on the crown of his head through the blanket, he knows you're awake now. He crawls his way up your body, ducking from under the sheets to be greeted with your sleepy smile, bright even in the dark.
"Good morning," You say, throat scratchy from sleep.
"Not quite morning yet," Zayne murmurs, lowering his head to your neck, suckling on the skin there and moaning softly when you arch against him, "we still have plenty of time,"
You hum softly, and for a moment Zayne wonders if you've fallen back to sleep. When you tug at the neck of his t-shirt, however, he is relieved. He obliges your silent request, gripping the back of the shirt and tugging it over his head, kneeling over you and feeling quite lucky indeed to see you suddenly naked under him, your shirt abandoned on his side of the bed.
Your hands are greedy in their perusal of his torso, smoothing over the planes of his stomach as if you've never seen him like this before. It makes his cheeks grow a little warm, that you still react like this even after so long. Soon, you're pulling at his briefs, other palm stroking at his forgotten erection through the thin material.
"Didn't have enough earlier?" You ask with a wry smirk, lifting up on your elbows to watch Zayne, somewhat ungracefully, divest himself of his underwear.
When he's back over you, you're both wonderfully bare, skin on skin. Zayne doesn't think he will ever get used to it.
"I'll never get enough," He says simply, suckling on your lower lip in a long kiss, "I could have you every hour of every day and it still wouldn't be enough to satisfy me,"
Your hands thread in his hair, smooth down his back all while your thighs brush impatiently against his hips, "Glad we agree on something,"
His cock brushes your pussy, still wet and swollen from his mouth, and he shivers a little. It doesn't take much for him to forgo taking you slowly, romantically. Instead he rears back, flipping you over until you're on your knees in front of him, elbows caging your pillow as you lay your head on it to peer back at him with a smile. He intends to change that expression - he loves you smiling, but he also loves to see you fucked-out, eyes rolling back, mouth open. His cock throbs at the mental image, and it has him fisting his length, pushing his way into you with a hiss as you welcome him, hot and soaked.
You fall face-first into your pillow on that first thrust, hands gripping the sheets. Zayne isn't interested in working you in slow - he needs to feel you hugging his cock as you come messily around it. So, he fucks into you in quick, hard slaps of his hips, the headboard above you beginning to softly thud against the wall with his movements. You arch your back deliciously, allowing him to hit even deeper spots inside you.
"Oh, yes, yes - yesyesyes -" You're a mess already, moaning wantonly into the pillow, though Zayne soon puts a stop to that. He wants to hear you, after all. His hand reaches forward, threading through your hair to pull you up. When your back meets his front, cock rubbing snugly against that sweet spot inside you, he can feel your entire body shaking. He feels an insatiable need to map your entire body with his palms, cupping your breasts, smoothing over your stomach, slipping between your spread thighs to play with your clit. It all sends a wave of pleasure cashing into you, your head falling back against his shoulder as you climax loudly, wetly all over his cock.
It send's Zayne's head into a tailspin, his hips already chasing your own in a jagged pattern, "Beautiful, so- gorgeous. I love when you c-come like that for me, my love," he can barely get the words out, teeth clenched tight as he pushes you back down. Needing the leverage of tugging your hips back into him in a few hard thrusts so he can fill you up perfectly.
And he does, coming hard inside the still spasming walls of your cunt. You clench a couple times, rendering him speechless as he grips your hip tighter in warning. When he feels that his soul has returned to his body, he pulls out of you slowly, reaching over to the bed to grab the towel from earlier to clean you both up.
Once he's done, he flops back down onto the bed, welcoming you into his arms. He rests his chin on top of your head, feeling the exhaustion deep in his bones just as the light in the room begins to change from a deep indigo to a pale blue.