Freya's Sugar

Chapter 17

Third person p.o.v

"What are you thinking about thats got you all embarrassed, Freya?" Zion asked teasingly

"Shut up." She whined in response, trying to hide herself in his chest

    Zion chuckled and soothingly rubbed Freya's back as she wallowed in embarrassment.

"Freyaa..." Zion cooed

"Baby, I was only teasing. There is no reason to be so embarrassed." He continued

"It makes me feel dirty." Freya confessed

"How so?"

"Well...i-Ive never done anything of that nature and I don't know why but its hard for me to cope."

"Theres nothing wrong with wanting to experiment with your boyfriend and future husband."Zion grunted. Although he knew Freya didn't mean to offend, the way she spoke of what they did thus far upset him.

"Zion, I don't mean that I regret it...well...I don't know. I just I'm new to this whole thing. Relationship and all. I don't mean to call you out or offend you." Freya tried explaining

    Zion only sighed and nodded his head in response. The way she said it sounded judgy at first but he knew its only because Freya is still innocent and only knows what her parents had briefly told her.

"Let me make it up to you?"Freya pleaded as she now felt guilty for dejecting his mood within the first 30 minutes of their arrival.

"Baby-"

"No, I want to. Please." Freya stated in her most sultry yet innocent way she knew how.

    With a questioning gaze, Zion leaned back and gestured for her to do whatever it was she had in mind. Freya, taking that as her que, began to softly and hesitantly grind herself on his crotch. Bracing herself with her hands on his shoulders, Freya circled her hips and applied more pressure. Zion, in almost shock, gently grabbed her hips and helped move her against himself.

    Zion growled at the lack of skin to skin contact as his jeans and her panties were in the way. He lifted Freya off himself for a moment, Freya whimpering in disapproval, so that he could unzip his jeans to pull out his throbbing d**k. Freya let him take control as she leaned her head against his chest and gripped on to his shirt as a way to brace herself for whatever he did.

    At this point, Freya did not care what Zion did as long as he helped release the ache between her legs.