The Witch & The Hybrid

6-Zen

When we finally got to his place, Isa let me inside and as soon as the door shut behind us he cleared his throat. "So what size, if i may ask, are you?" He asked me and I noted the way he was doing his best not to stare at me.

"32C." I answered immediately then realized that was probably not at all what he actually meant and was asking about my clothes but, I did need that too after all, right?

Oh god, it was getting super weird again. DO SOMETHING, ZEN!

"Ah, but you totally were not asking about that right?" And that made it somehow worse because though I didn't mean for it, that sounded completely like some sort of back handed flirt. Clearing my throat, I looked away, "I wear a small to medium."

I glanced up in time to see him open his mouth then pause as if he was trying to figure out what to say and then instead blink his eyes and clear his own throat. Holding up a finger he started to walk out of the main room I stood in and shouted. "Feel free to wander around!"

Feel free to wander?

So... he went and found some random girl at a bar he knew nothing about.... no at a strip club? And then brought her home and was going to let her freely walk around his place as she saw fit? Well that was, new to me. Maybe I was just out of touch with this stuff?

As he took his time I started walking towards the kitchen slowly, taking in the different things he had laying around. Weapons hung on the walls, landscape paintings and what looked like little kids drawings in some places. Dishes were in his sink, food placed on the counters in weird locations. He needed to really clean.

When he came back though I turned to look at him and scrunched up my nose. I had to wonder why he at all had girls' clothing as he handed me a shirt. f**k, was he a cross dresser or something? Or worse did he have a girlfriend?! Abort Zen, this was a bad idea!

He scratched at his neck and sighed. "I'm not really sure what you like and don't like but it seemed simple enough just for something to wear?"

I watched his eyes seem to gravitate down enough I knew he was probably staring at my lips or t**s again. I wasn't entirely sure which but I wanted him to kiss me. I'd wanted him to kiss me at the bar and on the way here and looking at him again, I just wanted him to do it already.

Looking away from him I glanced at the shirt and snorted at the sight. It had Justin Bieber smack dab in the center of it. I would've laughed and made a joke about it but I could fee his gaze on me still and couldn't help but look back at him once more, getting lost in his gaze as he held my own.

Shit. It was now or never.

Biting my lip, I stood on my tip toes and kissed his lips, hoping that he'd respond and not just stand there or something. I almost started to panic when his body tensed, afraid I managed to scare him off or something but then instead he'd groaned and kissed me back.

The kiss was heavenly feeling. It was like it took every ounce of anxiety from me and washed it away completely. I'd never had someone kiss me like that before.

His hand dipped down towards my waist, hoisting me up and wrapping my legs around his waist so that I could hold onto him. Kissing me even harder I moaned softly into the kiss. He started to walk away from the room we'd been in and I didn't complain at all as he pushed a door open and the just as quickly closed it. His lips never left mine at first, moving until he seemed to walk into something and then he leaned down, setting me onto a bed.

His eyes never once left mine and I could see the lust practically dancing in them. Biting my lip I watched as he seemed to lower himself down onto the bed above me. "Are you sure about this?"

At his question I grinned up at him, whimpering as his fingers seemed to brush over my breasts and n*****s lightly. "Yes..." I said with no hesitation in it. "I want you to f**k me. Now!"

His gaze never seemed to leave mine but I saw the slow grin starting to cover his face at my words and felt a blush creep up over my face in response. f**k, he was hot especially with that look in his eyes right now. It was like he wanted to devour me and leave me begging for more. Maybe that was actually just what I wanted him to do?

"Now, huh?" He asked me as he started to pull his shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside.

He leaned himself down, kissing his way down my neck so agonizingly slowly that I wanted to scream but was too caught up in the feeling of it and the way his hands traveled down my body as he started to peel my clothes away. Once I was left in nothing but my underwear he started to kiss a clear path down me, making a chill creep out over my skin.

This man was going to go out of his way to tease me to death and I didn't know if I loved it or hated it.

Leaning back up he found my lips once more, kissing me hard. He took his time with the kiss but made it one of those ones that left you gasping for air when it was done. I thought I was going to die from how turned on he was making me and it was just from one kiss. Nothing else.

I had it bad for him it seemed. I had to wonder though if it wasn't partly because how long it'd been since I'd been laid last? It'd been years since I had a man touch me like he was, even if it was nothing more than lightly grazing my skin with his fingertips it was more than enough to drive me absolutely wild and I hated myself for that.

"f*****g you right this second would take all the fun out of it, Zen." He grinned, my name coming out of his mouth breathily, "Gotta, take our time first."

Take our time? Gods he was going to take his time with me and kill me in the process with how heated my skin felt. Between his words, the feeling of his body and the way he was touching me? Not even that, the sound of his voice alone would've been enough to send me spiraling down this same path. Did he even know just how sexy he was?

"Right..." I whispered the word. "Take our time..."

Please, don't take your time with me. In fact f**k me, take a breather and f**k me again. That was what I wanted out of this right now.