*Haley’s POV*

He hadn’t bothered to plug in his phone this time. Instead, Zayn started singing as I stared down, frustrated that my brain didn’t quite make it to my feet. He told me to feel the beat and then his voice started in on perfect rifts and melodies. Getting lost in the sound of his voice, I didn’t notice that the notes had helped relay the message to my feet on how to move. We took small steps around the room as my eyes came to lock on his. There was one small lamp in his room, but it always managed to illuminate the kind, brown color of his eyes. I hadn’t seen him all day, but right now, I didn’t care, because this was exactly where I wanted to be. In this moment, I wasn’t afraid of falling in love with him.

His voice ended after a rift that ended the song perfectly, but his dark orbs still stared through to my soul. I got goose bumps with just his eyes studying me, and before I knew what was happening, I was light on my feet. Slowly, my back arched and the ceiling came into view while Zayn’s face seemed to stay in the same place. It took me a minute to realize that he was dipping me. Losing his eye contact, I threw my head back a little farther and got more bumps on my arms when I felt Zayn’s lips touch my throat. He didn’t kiss it, just brushed his lips from my collar bone all the way up my neck. I shivered as he picked me up again and our foreheads pressed together.

One of my hands raised and gently gripped onto his hair while the other one played with one of the tattoos on his chest. My chest was rising and falling rapidly at the closeness while his stayed pretty much calm. He pressed on my lower back and my breathing picked up as I moved my hand to keep it from being crushed between us. There was no where else to look except up into the deep abyss that was Zayn’s eyes. His hand traced down my back and he lowered his lips so that they were centimeters away from mine.

In a brave state of mind, I pressed on the back of Zayn’s neck, bringing his lips to just meet mine. They just brushed at first. Then, I could feel his start to take their shape and I followed suit. I desperately tried to keep my breathing even as hands started to wander. His hands found their way up my shirt and rested contently on my hips, but I can’t say that I was. I needed, craved, more of him. Slowly letting my hands creep down his body, I traced through his abs, letting him moan into my mouth. His tongue brushed my bottom lip, and I gladly welcomed him in. My hands had found my way to his v lines that went down into his sweatpants. My fingers took time tracing them before I started to get a little impatient, easing my fingers into his waist band and pulling him back so that he was close to me.

Zayn started walking until my back was against a wall, our lips still attached. My fingers unhooked from his boxers and boldly brushed the bulge in his boxers. His breath hitched before he pulled away form the kiss and our foreheads pressed together enough that we were touching, but we were far enough away that I could see every emotion in his eyes. There was hunger, and lots of it, but there was also caution and hesitancy. There was something inside of him asking if I really wanted this, him. He had to know that I did. With a sudden burst of confidence, I grabbed the waistband of his sweats and pulled them over where they hung on his hips, letting them fall to the floor.

Picking me up, Zayn thrust me against the wall, using his hips to hold me in place. Now, it was his turn to have his hands in my hair as he nudged my head to the side and went to finish what he had been working on earlier. His lips attached to a certain spot and sucked on the same one until it was raw. I had never seen this type of sheer passion come from him before. After that, I was expecting him to bite at the spot, but he skipped the harsh step and instead worked on kissing over the patch with wet kisses. I moaned into the otherwise empty flat and let my finger nails graze his scalp at the base of his neck.

Once Zayn’s lips were back on mine, I felt something deep within me. It clenched and all of the butterflies in my stomach multiplied. Zayn moved his hips against mine and traces the pads of his fingers down my arm. With his hands on my bum, he carried me over and soon my head hit the mattress of his bed. I looked up at him and mustered as much confidence as I was able, but I’m sure that fear crossed my expression. Zayn’s expression was full of hunger, but also contained an element of question.

“Haley, have you ever…” he dropped off and I blushed at him dancing around the topic. Keeping hold of his stare, I sheepishly shook my head ‘no’. A devious smile came over his face and my face heated more than it had before. More butterflies rose in my stomach as his hands were back on my waist, him hovering over me. Sliding my hands up his toned chest, I wrapped one of them around the back of his neck and pulled him down to me. He smiled and leaned into giving me a sweet kiss. I shivered slightly as his hands went up my sides, exposing my stomach. Arching my back, I let Zayn pull the material the rest of the way over my head. After staring me up and down, Zayn lowered his face close to my ear.

“Don’t let me go too fast,” he whispered, “it’s whatever you want.” My breath hitched at his words and something tightened deep inside of me and that’s when I knew, for a fact, that I wanted him; that’s what I wanted. He ground against me, our underwear being the only thing keeping us apart. I felt his hard rub against my center and whimpered in pleasure.

In one swift movement, I rolled the two of us so that I was on top of him. My knees landed on either side of his hips and his hands held tight to my thighs. He gave me a quizzical glance and now it was my turned to be mischievous. I swiveled my hips and rubbed up and down his groin. He hissed through his teeth and his head went back in pleasure. He looked up at me, surprised I would guess, and bucked his hips up, nearly throwing me forward. I caught myself with a hand on the mattress to the side of Zayn’s head. He smirked devilishly and raised his face into my neck, going down to nip at my collar bone. As payback, my hand traced down his chest, nails leaving a raised, reddened trail.

Beneath me, I felt Zayn’s erection grow impossibly harder against me. I kissed down the marks that I had just made on him and felt his body shiver under my lips. Coming to his v lines, I slowly traced them with my tongue as my hand cupped the mighty bulge in his boxers. Zayn exhaled deeply and I could tell that he was growing tired of the teasing as I felt him pulse in my hand. I was growing tired that there was still material covering him, so I ripped it down his hips and threw it to the side. My insides quivered as I took a moment, observing his length. I kissed back up his body, letting my hand wander to stroke from the base of his erection to his tip. He groaned it turned into a chuckle. I got up to his mouth and looked at him quizzically, seeing that he was still smiling.

“What?”

“Just you.” I got a little bit self conscious, wondering if I was doing something wrong. “No, no, no. Don’t even take it like that, Beautiful. I meant,” he stopped, looking as if he were searching for the right words, “you’re way too good at this to be a virgin.” I blushed at his bluntness and let a smile pull at the corners of my mouth. With that, he rolled so that he was again on top of me. His hands pressing to me a little bit tighter, he slid them down my sides and his fingers hooked into my panties. Then, he slowed down. I lifted my hips so that he could slide my underwear over the curve of my bum. He took his sweet time and I was getting a little restless from the waiting. I felt one of his fingers on my core and my hips bucked, begging for more contact.

I shivered as I lost sight of his head and then felt a warm breath down low. My back arched from the teasing and a moan escaped my lips. “Haley?” I mumbled unintelligibly as my response. “Has anyone ever done this to you?” The only movement that I could bring myself to make was the shake of my head ‘no’. I gasped as Zayn’s tongue flicked across my clit. He continued, licking and sucking for a short time. “Babe, you’ve got to stay still.” He laughed breathily, making sure that I could feel the air leaving his parted lips. He wrapped his arms around my thighs and pulled me close to him. My hands helplessly clawed at the sheets around me as Zayn’s lips made contact once again with my clit, relentlessly continuing his torturous actions. I continued to writhe under his touch, but froze when one of his hands released me. I felt his arm unravel and then there was something at my entrance. Zayn paused, almost asking for permission.

“Zayn please,” I whimpered. Not knowing exactly what was going on, my breath hitched in my throat as I felt one of Zayn’s fingers enter me, not used to the feeling. It was deep and slightly uncomfortable, but became more so the longer he held it there. My breathing settled but not for long; Zayn began slowing moving in and out of me. Once he had followed a stealthy pace, his tongue ran up my aching core and I squirmed more than ever before. Without my permission this time, Zayn went in with a second finger and I thought I might explode. I felt so full and it was uncomfortable, but it was the best thing that I had ever felt at the same time. I continued wiggling under his touch before I felt my senses heighten. Every move made me whimper and soon, Zayn ceased to pump in and out of me. Instead, he curled his fingers and wriggled them inside of me. I shouted with the pleasure, not knowing that that part of my body could feel this way. My walls began tightening and my legs attempted to clench closed. Zayn slowly drew his fingers out of me.

“Not yet Baby.” I quivered at his words and shivered as his lips skidded back up my body. His teeth grazed the valley between my breasts and became still, being completely okay with the feeling. I watched as Zayn got to his knees and opened the drawer in his bed side table. He pulled out a small foil packet ripped it open with his teeth. Tossing the foil to the side, he pulled the condom down his long length. This was the first time that I was actually, physically nervous about this. If I squirmed when his fingers were in me, what would I do when his full length was pressed in? I shivered, blushing under his hungry gaze.

Zayn lowered himself down, placing himself between my legs this time. I felt his head at my entrance and my breathing hitched. He looked at me intently. “Relax Babe, I’ve got you.” I was instantly calmed by his words, remembering how safe I felt when he used them before. Zayn had a hand on the sheets on either side of my head, but lowered himself to place a sweet kiss on my lips as he plunged himself into me. I gasped, letting out the breath that I didn’t know that I was holding. I could feel him inside of me. I didn’t know that there was anything like this. He had stilled inside of me, allowing me to get used to the alien feeling. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold still, so I helplessly raised my hips, begging for him to move. His lips moved to my neck, nipping at my collar bone and distracting me from the uneasy feeling that was him moving out of me. Zayn’s mouth moved away and he looked deep into my eyes as he rolled his hips forward once again. I whimpered beneath him, but the feeling didn’t quite register as pain, because Zayn kept finding new ways to distract me.

Before long, Zayn began easing in and out of me easily. He started off slow and he had dropped to his elbows. His body engulfed mine as our lips brushed, hungry for each other. As he built a steady pace, I realized that it was going to be a bit harder for him to distract me from the ache between my legs. As I whimpered, he quickly began kissing me and encouraged my hands into his hair. Wow… he wanted me touching his hair? I smiled a little and tugged slightly as his pace quickened a little more still. The ability to tug on him was giving me a little more strength to take on the pain that I was going through. “I know baby,” Zayn groaned into my neck. I got shivers as a puff of air left his mouth.

By now, a lot of the pain had subsided and I had gotten used to the feeling of him inside of me. Our hips met continuously and I yelped as he hit a rather deep spot. I felt something build up inside of me. Zayn began going a bit rougher than before, but it was no longer an uneasy feeling. Now, I egged him on, begging for the deeper, faster feeling. My walls began contracting and Zayn hissed through his teeth, liking the feeling of the space getting tighter to push through.

“Haley, you’re so tight.” His breath hot on my neck pushed me over the edge. My eyes rolled back in my head and my head rolled back to hit the mattress. I felt myself explode around him. Moaning his name, I let Zayn push into me until he too released himself. I watched him fall apart over me as his eyes closed and his head nuzzled deep into my exposed neck. “Fuck… Haley.” He breathed heavily, still holding himself inside of me. Leaning down, he peppered sweet kisses across my chest and neck before his lips locked onto mine. His hand brushed from cheek to under my chin and I was almost completely lost in his touch as he eased out of me. I still made a wincing noise as the rest of him came out, but my mind was totally at ease. Zayn collapsed next to me and he pulled me into his arms, still planting kisses on me all over. “You were great baby. I’m so sorry.” I let a smirk pull across my face as my eyebrows furrowed together.

“Why are you apologizing?”

“Well, I know that that had to be a bit less than pleasant for you.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, locking his lips to mine and forcing ours to move in sync. He gripped me tighter, but I wasn’t worried. I knew that I was safe in Zayn’s arms. When I pulled away, he gave me a skeptical look.

“That was too pleasant. Nothing better has ever happened to me.”

“So… It didn’t hurt you at all?”

“Well, yeah… A little bit at first,” his face fell a small bit, “but you’re pretty good at distracting me.” I winked at him and a smile spread across his face, but it wasn't like his normal one. I had a little trouble detecting the warmth in it. He unraveled himself from me and stood up, taking off the condom and throwing it into the bin in the corner of the room. Zayn leaned over me to turn off his lamp. His chest was heavenly, still glistening with a bit of sweat from our heated activities, but instead of smelling bad, it smelled like the body wash that he had used in the shower. I breathed him in and snuggled closer to him when he returned to his lying position.

Lying close to Zayn, I suddenly got my second wind and my heart began accelerating. I looked around the pitch black room and something started to bubble up inside of me. The high from my orgasm seemed to slowly fade away, and what replaced it wasn’t pleasant. My muscles suddenly felt sore and my eyebrows furrowed together. There was this feeling in the pit of my stomach, and I didn't like it. There was something about the way Zayn's face looked full of accomplishment after we had had sex, and the look in his eyes when I winked at him. Something had my stomach stirring, but I couldn’t pick out what it was.

Leaning into his chest, I yawned as Zayn hummed. I noticed the song was the same that he had sung to me while we danced. Closing my eyes, I felt the low melody rumble deep in his chest.

Notes

Is there a little bit of trouble in paradise? Let me know what's going through your head. Done with studying for exams, so I should be able to do a little more writing and hopefully it will come to me a little bit quicker!
You know what to do!!!
xoxo Hannah <3