Canadian heartbreak (The stars book 1)

12: How it should be

 *Persephone*

 My hands are running up his chest, God those muscles feel good under my hands. His shirt already pulled halfway off. So I make short work of it. Throwing it to the floor. Letting my hands and lips roam that gorgeous body. 

 He has his eyes closed, and his head slightly tilted back. His mouth slightly open as he pants softly. Damn he is sexy and well for once we are all alone, no one can walk in to interrupt us.

 I can't remember the last time I felt this turned on by just making out. Just wanting to touch him, taste him. Wanting him as close as possible. But when I grab his pants to open them, he gently takes my hands. "No darling, I want to enjoy you, first at least".

 His words send little jolts through me. He slowly stands up, pulling me to my feet. His hands grab my shirt, pulling it off. Kneeling down before me, kissing over my stomach, his big hands closing around my hips.

 He looks up at me, the desire burning in his eyes as he grabs the hem of my yoga pants and pulls them down around my ankles, making me step out of them. I blush slightly. "Maybe I should go shower first".

 I gasp as he buries his face in my center, breathing in deeply, his nose gracing over my c**t through my panties. "Why ? I think you smell absolutely mouth watering".

 "Zayn !" I blush scarlet. Tyler has never said anything like that. But honestly it makes me feel even more of a hot mess.

 "Sit". He points to the chair and I do as I am told, feeling my heart hammering. He moves over to me, staying on his knees in front of me. He grabs my ankles, lifting my feet up to be placed on each side of me. As he starts to leave open mouthed kisses on my inner thighs.

 He n*****s on the soft skin, going farther and farther up. And I know he can no doubt see how turned on I am, by the wetness of my panties.

 "Lift". He says softly, grabbing my panties, and when I lift my ass, he pulls them off, leaving me naked before him. He runs his tongue up one side and down the other, just along the crease of my thighs. Then he runs it right up the middle, making me gasp out loud.

 This is how it is supposed to feel, I am quite sure. He has pulled my ass to the edge of the chair and is literally devouring me. Licking, kissing, sucking and nippling on every inch of me, feeling and sounding like it is a pleasure to him. Like it is the most delicious meal he ever had.

 I am shaking so much with pleasure that I have to grab onto the chair, afraid I would fall off if I didn't. Oh lord it feels so good. This is totally different than Tyler used to do, the few times he would do it. He always kept at a distance, using like the tip of his tongue only, all stiffened up and feeling almost scared. Zayn uses his whole tongue, his whole mouth actually in every way imaginable.

 His fingers find my entrance, slowly entering my warm center. Damn those fingers are so long. And I let out a small squeal of delight. Every time I think I have reached the edge, he removes his mouth from me, only slowly moving his fingers, slowly pulling me back, but keeping the fire burning.

 Then he curls his fingers, finding that special spot inside me and I gasp. "OhGodOhGodOhGod..". In a long breathless stream of words. Feeling my pleasure erupt, dripping from my center.

 As he gets up, he pulls me into his arms, and I cling to him, trying to come down from me orgasmic high. He carries me to the bedroom, gently placing me on the bed, but when he tries to stand up I refuse to let him go. "Don't leave me".

 "I was just going to get the rest of my clothes off". He chuckles lightly, but I need him to stay with me and my hands move down to pull at his pants, getting them opened. He manages to kick off the rest of his clothes, staying with me.

 My hands are everywhere I can reach on his body, as he hovers over me, showering my upper body with kisses and licks. God he really has bulked up. His entire body is in prime condition. And I feel so proud that this perfect specimen of a man wants me.

 As my hand slides down his stomach I feel how every muscle moves under my hand. Before reaching his rock hard erection. I hum with pleasure and anticipation as my hand closes around his quite impressive length.

 I slowly slide my hand up and down on him and he moans deeply, slowly thrusting into my hand. His voice is breathless and raw. "That feels so good baby".

 His mouth is teasing my n*****s, licking, sucking and pulling slightly at them, as I keep caressing his length. My other hand is playing with his hair. Normally I would close my eyes, trying to savour the feeling, but I keep them open, taking in the glorious sight of him.

 "I need you darling. I need to feel you on me". He mumbles against my ear and I release him. My whole body throbbing in anticipation.

 I feel him move himself in positions, my legs hooking up on hips, my hands grabbing around his neck. He is looking into my eyes, his gaze so filled with desire and love that it takes my breath away. Then he slowly slides into me until he is fully seated in me.

 "God you are perfect". He whispers softly. But he is the one who is perfect, a perfect fit, filling me completely, hitting every sensitive spot inside me.

 As he starts moving slowly, pulling almost entirely out, slowly filling me again I gasp and my eyes roll back as he brushes over every spot moving both out and in. His hand grabbing mine, entwining our fingers. His eyes locked on mine.

 It feels so intimate, more than everything I have ever experienced before. It's like we melt together and become one. Everything feels so wonderful I can't even describe it. And my heart is soaring with love and I know I made the right choice.

 "I love you so much". He whispers it in my ear. His breath is fanning over my cheek and ear. And I literally feel like my heart will burst with happiness.

 My free hand is sliding up and down his spine, my legs tightening around him, pulling him closer. "I love you too".

 He starts moving a bit faster, but keeps eye contact the whole time. Pulling out slowly and snapping his hips down on me, pulling moans and sighs of delight from me. This is it, what I have been longing for. What I thought was just a stupid dream, this is how it should feel.

 I have to fight back tears, feeling overwhelmed by happiness and love, almost unable to control the intense desire cursing through me. I pull at him, grab him, hold him. I can't get him close enough, get enough of him.

 Watching his face as he reaches his c****x, the pure pleasure gracing his handsome features, the way he breathlessly moans my name. It is just the final straw and I am swiped away with intense pleasure, crying out in pure ecstasy.