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You didn’t hear Zayne come in, nor into the house nor the bedroom.
Originally, you’d intended to wait for him, especially since you were at his house. However, exhaustion had taken over and you’d found yourself dozing off on his office chair.
After a text from him apologizing and saying he’d be home late, you’d given up all together and slipped off into bed, telling yourself you’d spend time with him in the morning. Maybe you’d make him cook breakfast.
It wasn’t all that bad, in fact. The pillow smelled like his shampoo and you found that quite soothing.
You fell into quite the sound sleep, only to be disturbed by the sink of the mattress when the weight of another body was added, and the feel of gentle lips against yours.
You stirred then.
“My apologies. Did I wake you up?”
Zayne’s hushed voice gently reached your ears and you forced open your eyes, blinking them a few times. He was smiling at you, lying next to you still in his work clothes, head propped up on his hand.
“You’re home,” you mumbled, shifting your position just a little, to face him.
“Yes, it’s been hectic at the hospital as of late. Every night I had to return home in the middle of the night…” he explained calmly, watching you get closer. “You were sleeping so peacefully. I couldn't resist the urge to kiss you.”
Over the covers, Zayne slipped an arm around you, resting his head on your pillow, his face barely a few inches away from yours. When he sighed, you could feel the warmth of his breath against your cheeks. He smelled of mints, his woodsy cologne and a faint scent of disinfectant, so characteristic after his long shifts at the hospital.
“Aren’t you tired? Go shower,” you whispered, one hand reaching out to rest against his chest.
“Let me hold you for a bit. This helps me chase away my exhaustion,” he responded.
He clearly had no intention to move for a while.
Backlit by the gentle glow of the moon coming in through the open blinds, you could see the outline of Zayne’s broad shoulders. The tension in the muscles after a long day of work.
You moved your hand higher, letting your fingers run over the line of this shoulder, up to rest on the side of his neck. You felt sorry for him, for the long hours, for how he was so busy he barely had time to relax. Such was his life, and you knew that from the start. But you couldn’t help wanting to provide a gentle place where he could relax, a warm embrace where he could rest.
“We should relax more,” you whispered out your thoughts, your fingers hooking around the nape of his neck.
The gentlest chuckle rumbled from his chest.
“We should relax more?” he repeated back, voice laced with mirth. “But how exactly… will you help me relax?”
There it was, the shift in his tone, the underlying challenge. You knew exactly where his mind had gone, yours too was directed down that same path along with his. Yet, you couldn’t help but want to mess with him just a little bit. Take away his tension before anything else.
You slipped out of the covers, hands hooking around his shoulders to push him down in the process, staying on your knees right next to him.
“You…” he let out in surprise.
The moonlight shone on his handsome features and you could see the raise of his eyebrows, the slight widening of his eyes looking straight up into yours. You gave him no time to react as your hands made quick work of the buttons of his shirt, and soon you were helping him out of it, tossing it away in whichever direction.
You realized he was holding his breath when you finally laid your hands on his bare skin. You let your fingers hook around his shoulders, digging in your palms with just the right amount of pressure to hear Zayne let out the air trapped inside his lungs along with an appreciative hum.
“I think you need a massage, your shoulders are too tense,” you told him, your voice laced with mirth.
You dug in a few more times, working your fingers along the muscles of his shoulders, from their very edge all the way to his neck. He responded to your touch with soft, appreciative hums, his hot breathing so very audible, laced with little sighs.
“Mmm… Massage, I see…” he whispered. “I thought…”
Oh, you were aware of his thoughts.
“What?” You blinked, feigning an amount of innocence you did not possess.
You could see the sudden embarrassment wash down on him. He averted his gaze, very lightly clearing his throat.
“Ahem, never mind,” he answered.
You continued massaging along his shoulders and when you made motion to move on to his neck, Zayne lifted his head for you, letting your fingers slip around the back of his neck. You hit a very specific spot at the nape and he responded scrumptiously, with an open mouthed gasp, followed by a shuddering breath.
“My eyes aren't as tired as they were before, and my neck and shoulders feel so much better,” he mumbled, clearly lost in the feel of your hands.
You could feel one of his hands come up to rest on your thigh, the comfortable warmth and weight of it through the fabric of your pajama pants.
You adjusted your position, when your legs began to feel a little dormant from the way they were bent under you. Zayne noticed, his fingers running over your thigh ever so lightly.
“Just sit on me. It'll be easier for you,” he whispered, most deliciously.
Butterflies took off in your stomach and you could feel your breath hitch in your throat. As thoughtful as it sounded, he knew exactly what he was doing with how he lowered his voice just like that. And your body responded instantly. Like he knew just what string to pluck to drag out the most beautiful melodies.
Holding on to his shoulders, you got on your knees again and swung one leg over him, stradling Zayne’s hips. When you put down your weight on him, the delighted hum that rumbled from his chest resonated deep within you. With your legs wide open you were very much aware of your own arousal, of how wet you already were. And he was very much aroused too, you could feel the outline of his length against you, through the fabric of both your clothes.
He leaned up just a little, fitting his head right next to yours, temple to temple.
“I feel much better already,” he purred in your ear.
You had to suppress a little whimper that almost let itself loose. But he was keen on pushing you further.
“It's more effective than the strongest, most soothing medicine in the world,” he told you.
His hands moved up to circle around the back of your knees, fingers running all the way up the back of your thighs and outlining your buttcheeks. You couldn’t help the way your breath trembled out through your lips. His hands stopped at your hips.
“Your lips are dry,” he noted, “Do you want some water?”
What you desperately wanted was a caesura, a moment to collect your already fleeting thoughts.
“Will you give it to me?” you mumbled, unsure where that request came from.
Zayne chuckled, a soft and low rumble.
“You haven't learned to drink it on your own yet?” He teased you.
However, his hands did move away, onto the mattress to prop himself up, making you slip just a bit further down, straight onto his lap. No sound left him but you could see how his eyes fluttered for a fleeting moment at the shifting of position.
You watched him as he reached for the jar of water at the bedside table and poured it into a cup. Cup half full in hand, he turned back towards you.
“Here.”
With his free hand, he lifted up your chin a little bit, and led the cup to your lips. He tilted it carefully, aiding you as you took a sip of the cold water, basking in how it slid down your throat. His eyes were focused on your lips and you could feel the blood quickly rushing to your face at how attentive and intense they were.
“Steady now…” he told you when in your bashfulness you forgot how to function.
The hand that was on your chin shifted to fully grip it, between his index finger and thumb, gentle but firm, tilting your head in the right direction so the water wouldn’t spill.
But it did anyway and he chuckled.
“Don't rush, it's spilling out.”
Was he aware of what he was doing to you with that hushed tone and his firm grip? It felt so obscene you wanted to melt right there and then.
He caught part of the water that dripped down your chin with his thumb but it still dribbled down your throat.
He turned to set down the cup and you wanted to whimper at the sudden distance, as if you weren’t still very much seated on his hard dick.
“It’s a mess now, look,” you noted, lifting a hand to push your loose hair away from your wet skin.
“All right, I'll help you clean up,” he responded, turning back to you.
Big hands came up to cup your cheeks, his thumbs caressing the skin right under your eyes when your eyelids fluttered close. The lips that met yours were soft and gentle, the kiss was warm, dragged out. First he kissed your lips then your chin, right where the water had dripped down.
“Is this what you wanted?” He teased you.
Oh, but you’d had enough of his teasing.
You pressed your hands against his shoulders and pushed him down onto the mattress again, following the motion, keeping the distance between you. Well, in fact, you closed it further, stealing a kiss from his lips.
“I knew it… You want to do this… to me again…”
His words were interrupted by your assault, kiss after kiss stolen from his lips to which he responded gently. He held your face in place and kept you there, mouth on his mouth, breathy kisses disrupting the silence.
“You’re… taking advantage… of the situation…” you accused him, arms circling his neck.
“What do you mean… I'm taking… advantage… of the situation?” he responded, feigning an innocence he too did not possess.
What a silly thing this was, accusations and defences being let out between kisses. You couldn’t help but smile into his kisses, fingers slipping into his hair, holding him in place, against your lips.
“Aren’t we just… helping each other relax?” he reminded, still part of his defence.
Oh, but he was far from innocent. Especially with how his hands began a slow travel down your shoulders and shoulder blades, continuing further down your sides. One of his legs also lifted, knee bent, his thigh causing you to slip just a little, right onto his hard-on. He let out a shuddering breath.
“You were… helping me clean up…” you observed, letting your hands slip away from his neck, further down to rest on his chest.
It took him a few heartbeats to answer. Clearly, the weight on his lap was making it as difficult for him to think as his cock pressed up to your wet core and his hands exploring down your hips.
“Well…” He paused for a kiss. “It's clean now.”
It was said in such a matter-of-fact way that you couldn’t help but want to punish him for so much teasing. You parted your legs just a little further, adding just a little more pressure onto his lap and he responded with a long, drawn out sigh. The hand that was tracing down the contour of your ass suddenly groped at the very junction between thigh and ass and you let out the most undignified little yelp.
“...Sorry, did I hurt you?” he asked, so very gently, alarmed.
“I… was just surprised.”
The alarm in his eyes gave away to this softness that seemed to be reserved just for you. His hands moved back to your waist, a gentle but firm grip.
“It's been a long time since we last saw each other… I missed you,” he confessed in the most earnest way, so candid under the dim lights.
The moonlight traced the contours of his face, made his eyes glow in just the most beautiful way. You could see the love in them, the raw need for you.
He was being so honest, so unreserved. The butterflies in your stomach would not settle down. That or the heat between your legs.
You pushed yourself up with your hands which rested at his chest and grounded your knees. He’d lined up your hips just right with the earlier shifting of his leg so all you had to do was grind down against him. A long, slow movement, dragging your wet core over his length. You basked in how he shuddered and his breath hitched.
“Does this also need to relax?”
There was a little smile on his face. You wanted to tear away his ability to tease you, to turn him into a little puddle of incoherent thoughts.
You ground down your hips again. The friction was delightful.
“You look so tired, I want to help you,” you told him.
You lowered your upper body again, closing the distance, barely a few inches away from his lips.
“Of course. I understand you only want to help me feel less fatigued,” he whispered, eyes glued to your mouth.
Ah, yes, that was exactly what you wanted. His eyelids slowly drooping in each movement of your hips, his breath growing heavier, the sweet sounds he couldn’t contain. His darling hums and little grunts mingled with your own little sounds, the little hums you couldn’t hide, the occasional quiet moan when you angled your hips just right. You could feel your underwear stuck to your drenched pussy.
“Different muscle groups call for specific massage techniques… Sometimes… Being skillful is what really makes a difference,” he was mumbling incoherently now, and you weren’t really sure he was aware of what he was saying.
It was awfully cute.
When he leaned up, you eagerly accepted the kiss he planted on your lips and leaned further down to deepen it. He breathed heavily against your mouth and moaned into it and suddenly your head was spinning. It was his hot kisses and the friction and how his hands couldn’t stay still and how they slipped under your shirt, feeling up every inch of skin.
“I think it's… getting more tense now,” he confessed, between a kiss.
Indeed it was. He was harder, that was for sure. You could feel it through the fabric. You wanted to feel it without it.
You moved your hands down to unbutton his pants, never stopping the rhythmic movements of your hips, so consumed by how he responded so beautifully.
“Perhaps… you could add a little more pressure?” he requested in such a small, hesitant voice.
You couldn’t help biting your lower lip, watching that sheepish look in his eyes as he gazed at you.
“Oh, honey,” you breathed out.
You finally pulled down his pants and let out his hard cock. Truth be told, there wasn’t an inch of this man that wasn’t beautiful. The same could be said about his cock, firm, heavy, with a hint of precum already glowing on the head. You took it in your hands and pressed it down against his stomach, perfectly lined right between your folds which were unfortunately still covered up by your clothes. But it didn’t matter because you saw his eyes roll back when you ground down your hips against his cock again, now with far less layers between you two.
One of his hands flew up, hooked around the nape of your neck and pulled you down against his mouth. The kiss was far more urgent this time, his grip harder, more desperate for contact, security. His tongue was in your mouth and you could taste the mint clearly now.
Suddenly, he took hold of your hips and tossed you down onto the mattress, rolling over and kicking off his pants and underwear in between. You loosely slipped your arms around his neck. He was shaking in your embrace, still lodged between your thighs.
When his eyes met yours, he broke into a gentle smile, accompanied by a soft chuckle.
“I wonder… How long were you planning to pull this stunt on me?” he mused, clearly amused.
You grinned, quite proud of your endeavor and the reaction you had earned from him.
“I just… really missed you,” you confessed, capturing a strand of his dark hair between your fingers and giving it a little twirl. “Did you miss me?”
Zayne was busy dragging off your pants and underwear. You heard the dry sound they made, falling on the floor somewhere in his room.
“Yes, of course. I missed you too,” he responded earnestly.
His eyes and hands slid down your body, fingers soon busy pushing up your shirt so he could freely run them down the extent of your now exposed skin.
He was earnest, but far too distracted for your taste.
“How much did you miss me?” you whispered, right in his ear.
“How much?” he repeated, a little surprised.
His eyes returned to yours and he seemed to quickly catch up on the underlying impatience behind your words. There was a sudden hint of amusement in his fiery gaze.
One of his arms came down to circle your waist, supporting his weight and lifting up your hips just a little. His other hand continued further down to wrap around his length and angle it correctly. Holding his cock, he gently rubbed its head right up against your hard clit, easily teasing you, sliding it back and forth a few times because of how wet you were. It stole a precious little moan from you, one hand flying up to your lips. He chuckled.
“From another perspective, I suppose I'm also your special dose of medicine,” he whispered.
He dragged his cock further down and slowly thrust it forward, inch by inch into you, lowly humming his appreciation, eyelids fluttering. He didn’t quite go all the way in, just halfway. It was enough to have you arching up into him, holding back a moan by biting your lower lip.
“Rest in my embrace… Just like this…” he whispered into your ear, nuzzling your earlobe.
He shifted a little, just to slip his other arm around you, encasing you in his warm embrace, so utterly connected even your hearts were beating to the same rhythm, to the same cadence.
“Now…” he began, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. “Let me tell you…” Another kiss. “How much I missed you when we couldn't see each other.”
Zayne hummed into another kiss, slowly pulling back his hips then pushing them forward again, burying himself in you just a little further. And then he did it again, the same slow motion, pulling back and then pushing in again. He kept your mouth busy, kissing you deeply, any sound you made melting on his tongue.
“Relax,” he told you.
His hand caressed your hip which indeed seemed to be more tense each thrust of his hips. You gripped onto his neck tighter, seeking more contact and he tightened his grip on you. You could feel the weight of his body on you, constricting yet soothing.
He rolled his hips back and buried himself deeper in your drenched hole. The sudden and overwhelming sense of fullness, made you shudder and whimper into his mouth.
“I'm sorry,” he responded instantly, pressing an apologetic kiss to the corner of your mouth, “I didn't mean to hurt you.”
He dragged his hips back, and you found yourself shaking, whining at the loss.
Zayne himself seemed a little lost, sheepish, pressing yet another kiss now to your cheek.
“Does it still hurt?” He was just so genuinely concerned, stealing a quick kiss from your lips.
You wanted to reply but soon he was angling his hips differently yet the result was the same when he thrust back into you. You were just so full of him. Your breath hitched, fingers digging into his shoulder blades.
“What about this?” A hot kiss. “Do you feel better now?” Another hot kiss.
This man was just so careful, so attentive. He wanted to make sure you were comfortable no matter what yet he was clearly frantic, unable to stop his hips from rolling back and thrusting back in, clearly so lost in the feeling of you.
“Or… do you want to change positions?” he asked, attentive eyes scrutinizing every little reaction from you.
You were overwhelmed, by his questions, by the feeling of him. You needed more and he was being so slow, so careful.
“Babe, just do it and stop asking questions,” you snapped, gripping his hair to make him stop and look at you.
You saw the very clear shock of your reaction flash across his features even in the dark. How he blinked, how his mouth was slightly agape. He was dumbfounded for a few heartbeats and then his lips curved into a smile. Amusement flashed in his eyes yet again.
“What do you mean… ‘just do it and stop asking questions’...” he repeated, the grin very clear in his voice.
You opened your mouth to speak, attempting a response but all that came out was a “Just- hmmm… ah…”
Zayne rolled back his hips and thrust deep into you and all coherent thought shattered into little pieces. And he had the audacity to keep teasing you while keeping that delicious pace, his scorching cock slipping almost out then fully back into you, the most obscene wet sounds coming from where your bodies were connected.
“Didn't you ask me how much I missed you?” he purred.
He captured your lips again and drank up all the sweet sounds you made. He seemed quite lost in it too, his tongue dancing with yours, his hips relentless. He pulled away from your lips after a bit.
“So much time has passed, no? Don't you want me to say something?”
He was fully into this whole teasing mode. From the way he rolled his hips to the way his voice was coated in honey which dripped with every word.
The duvet was bunched up right next to you so reached out to hide your face with a corner of it. It also muffled a moan which slipped through your lips.
“I swear…” you threatened, really not threatening at all with how your body shuddered when he plunged back in.
“...Tired already? You want to sleep?”
He deliberately dropped his voice. It resonated within you just like it had earlier and made you tense up. You could feel your walls squeeze his cock and he shuddered on top of you. He shifted his position and you heard his breath right next to your ear.
“We're not done here. Quitting halfway isn't something I would do.”
You could hear the smile in his voice.
“The night is still young. We have plenty of time to learn from each other.”
Zayne was right. When you two got tangled it felt like a new experience every time. A learning curve. A trial and error. Every time you'd find new keys to press, new strings to pluck. You’d learn how his body was in fact quite sensitive, how his hands were gentle but firm, how they were in fact quite talented. And everytime he’d learn new ways to make you squirm, to make you blush and to make you wet.
A big hand came to drag the duvet away and his lips captured yours, urgently. Like he was trying to communicate something words simply could not. He pressed his forehead against yours, eyes locking onto yours, burning with unspoken desire, unresting tenderness.
“Let me hear your voice,” he pleaded.
He rolled his hips in deep and drank up the moan that fell from your lips straight onto his tongue. He shuddered above you, tensed shoulders, arms gripping you tighter.
He was done teasing.
Every moan that slipped through your lips added flame to the fire, and had him grow more restless, more desperate, the thrusts of his hips more erratic.
“Right now, just like this,” he mumbled, coherent thought seemingly slipping through his fingers yet again.
He kissed you, deep, teeth clashing, his tongue exploring your mouth as if to taste you, like he could suddenly forget what your lips felt like, what your mouth tasted like.
“Say my name…” he breathed out.
He was begging for it, as if his name on your tongue was all he ever wanted to hear, all he ever needed.
“Zayne… baby… ahh…”
He moaned against your mouth, thrusting harder into you, burying himself in so deep your back arched and your head fell back, giving him full access to your neck. And he buried his face right up against your throat, planting open-mouthed kisses over it, suckling at the skin, breathing heavily against you.
He picked up his pace, the most filthy squelching sounds echoing throughout the room, mingled with his grunts and heavy breath and your unhinged moans which you could no longer control.
You slipped your arms around his neck again and held onto him tight, fingers dug into his shoulders, needing support and contact and to feel the wild beating of his heart right up against yours.
“Zayne, baby, don’t-don’t stop,” you begged of him.
Your hips lifted to meet his thrusts again and again and Zayne moaned deliciously onto your skin. He moved his head again, to suck at your earlobe now, his fingers dug into your hips.
“You feel so good, my love, so so good…” he mumbled into your ear.
You deliberately squeezed his cock when he pushed it back in and he shuddered in such a way that had you moan ridiculously against his shoulder.
You were just so lost in each other, nothing else mattered.
Zayne was shaking above you but so were you, his thrusts slowing down just a little so he could savor the feeling of slipping his cock deep into your hot pussy, the heat just so dizzying, so addicting.
“I’m close,” he breathed out into your ear.
“Come for me, baby, I want… I want to feel you… I’m close too,” you told him.
Zayne moaned. He ground his hips in so deep it was almost overwhelming again. Yet, you tightened your grip and held him there, meeting his thrusts to encourage him.
He pulled back just enough to capture your lips once more. He rocked his hips slow but deep, hard enough to make you sure you were going to be sore the next day. But it didn’t matter. He moaned against your mouth, sloppy kisses replacing tender words, hot and breathy.
And he pushed into you again and again until he was holding onto you like a lifeline, rolling his hips yet again to bury his cock deep inside, the loud squelching sound and his breathy moan sending you over the edge.
Zayne’s head fell on your chest while yours dropped back onto the mattress, back arched as he filled you up to the brim, riding out his height along with yours.
When both of you came down from heaven, Zayne could no longer hold himself up. He crashed down onto you, both of you panting, and sweaty. You moved your hand to run your fingers through his damp hair and he hummed against your chest, exhausted, glowing in content, satiated.
“I love you,” you whispered down to him.
He shifted, turning his head so he could look up at you, eyelids clearly far too heavy on his bleary eyes.
“I love you, too” he whispered back, with the most tender smile on his features.
One of his hands moved up to slip into yours, fingers tangling with your own. With your free hand you pulled the covers over you two, bending your neck to press a kiss to his forehead.
The shower could wait.