EVIE’S POV”

We took a cab back to Zayn’s apartment. We sat in the back seat, thigh against thigh, shoulder to shoulder. My right hand rest on his knee, squeezing as he feathered kisses into my hair. When he moved his lips down to my neck, I slid my hand up a bit. We played this game the whole ride back, both of us playing our part to drive the other one to the edge.

When we finally stopped, Zayn threw some bills at the driver, grabbed my hand, and rushed us into his building.
“I’m not sure how much longer I could’ve played nice in there.” He growled.
“That was playing nice?”
“Just you wait, baby.” He said, nipping at my earlobe, giving me a wicked smile.
Zayn was like an impatient little kid as we stood in the lobby for the elevator. He pressed the ‘Up’ button a dozen times, shifting from one foot to the other.
“Is someone a little anxious?” I joked, coming up behind him and snaking my arms around his waist, resting my head on his shoulder (Er, just below it. I was a bit shorter than Zayn...), and pressed little kisses to his neck. He placed his hands over mine.
“I just wanna get you alone...” His words made not only butterflies erupt in my stomach, but a herd of pterodactyls.
The elevator dinged, the doors finally sliding open. Without a word, Zayn and I stepped inside. I pushed him so he was pressed against the back wall, taking a few steps so I was standing right in front of him, virtually no space between us.
“Well, since you asked so nicely...” I said quietly, trailing my fingers up his chest. I allowed him to move his hands to the back of my thighs. I kissed up his neck, tugging at the neckline of his shirt. One of his hands slid upwards, holding my bottom firmly.

But before we could get any further, the doors opened on his floor. As we walked down the hall, Zayn was stealing kisses and his hand never seemed to leave my body.
It felt like it took forever for him to get the door open. When he finally did, we were both extremely impatient, slamming the door shut and shedding our coats.
He pulled me against him, out chest’s pressed together. I felt breathless as Zayn’s tongue slid into my mouth.
“Do you want to go to my room?” he said, eventually pulling away but not letting go of me.
I nodded.

Once inside the confines of Zayn’s dark bedroom, everything became very real for me. He took a few step forwards, forcing me to walk backwards, until the back of my knees his his bed. I quickly kicked my shoes off, lying down on the end of the mattress. Zayn hovered over me. We moved up to where his pillows were, resting my head down. I could feel my heart beating, loud. I was sure he heard it too. But he didn’t say a word. Zayn rested his elbows on either side of my head, caging me into the the warmth of his skin and scent of his clothes. I took a deep breath, exhaling as he traced lines with his tongue along my jawline, my neck, my collarbones. Zayn was touching me desperately, his hands moving smoothly over my body as my dress rose up, revealing more and more of my black tights I pulled at his plaid flannel, throwing it on the ground. My hands seemed to have a mind of their own, moving up Zayn’s shirt, feeling his smooth, warm skin, his muscles tensing as he moved. My hands traveled down, unhooking his belt, sliding it off.
I was attempting to unzip his jeans when my hands started trembling. I tried to calm them down, taking another deep breath, but it did little to help.
Zayn stopped suddenly. He noticed.
“Wait, wait. Hey- baby, stop-.” He took my hands, holding them gently. I looked up at him, a concerned look on his face. I bit my bottom lip, embarrassed. “Are you okay?”
I didn’t want to lie to him. But I also didn’t want him to think I didn’t want this. “I’m fine.” My voice sounded fake, even I knew that.
“When you're lying, you blink a ton and play with your hair.” He said sweetly, tugging on the lock of dark hair that rested on my left shoulder.
“How did you know that?” I asked, surprised that he had noticed such a thing.
“Because you did it when I asked you how you and your brother were doing, and when I asked you about Christmas the other day on the roof, and when we first met and you talked about moving to London, and... I don’t know.” He gently stroked my cheek, looking down at me in a way that made my heart swell.
“I’m sorry...” I whispered, wishing I could be confident in this type of situation. I may be a virgin, but that didn’t mean Zayn was the first guy I had been with in other ways. But that was an entirely different story that I shouldn’t really be thinking about right now.
“There’s no need to be sorry.” He said, a look of realization washing over him. “Oh, god! You don’t think that I expected- anything, did you? Because that’s not why I went up there to sing. I just did it because you wanted me to. And I - wanted to do it- for you.” He was tongue tied. Which was usually reserved for me. I would be lying if It didn’t make me feel a bit better. He couldn’t be perfectly composed all the time.
“No, I know that. And I wanted to do this. For you. But - I’m not sure I’m really ready to do, everything. “ I was hoping he understood what I meant without having to spell it out for him.
“That’s okay. Completely. We can do whatever you want. We don’t have to do anything.”
“No, I want to. I do...” Cutting my sentence off, I pulled Zayn’s head down towards mine.He kissed me back, but not with quite as much vengeance as before. “Zayn, it’s okay. I really do want to do this.” I said, looking him directly in the eye, no blinking or hair pulling. A smile played on his lips, his body lowering itself down towards me again, allowing me to feel the heat radiating off of him. As we continued to kiss, my hands made their way down his back, eventually pulling up the back of his shirt. He allowed me to tug it off of him, revealing all of his tanned, tattooed, and muscled glory. I couldn’t help but stare, my fingers grazing over the ridges of his taut stomach. He gripped at my thighs, his mouth still pressed to mine. I knew Zayn wouldn’t make the first move with this, so I decided to just go for it, tugging at my black tights, sliding them down my legs. He assisted me, pulling them past my knees, and then completely off. My newly bare legs immediately got goosebumps thanks to Zayn’s gentle touch, pulling my down the bed, closer to him. I felt like his hands were everywhere; in my hair, my face, my arms, my legs. And dear god’ my chest. I think it was almost unintentional at first, his hand grazing my breast. But then, it turned into something else completely. I moaned slightly, urging him to continue. He covered my breast with the palm of his hand, rubbing gently.
“Oh my god.” My right leg wrapped around his waist, pulling him against me. Although I was slightly distracted, I couldn’t help but notice the obvious bulge in the front of his jeans. As Zayn continued to cup my breasts with his strong hands, I ground against his crotch, emitting a strong groan from the back of his throat. I smirked, pleased with myself, and continued. Arching upwards, out hips pressed together and I moved in a slow circular motion. Zayn’s free hand was placed on the small of my back, holding me up so I stayed in this position, continuing to grind against him.
Zayn’s heavy breathing was in my ear as he covered that area with kisses. I pressed up a little more, “Holy. Shit” He muttered,
With every move I made, my tight velvet dress just rode up more and more, it wasn’t even worth trying to keep my modesty at this point. I dropped back down onto the bed, put my hand on top of Zayn’s that still held onto my thigh, and moved it up to the hem of the dress.
“It’s alright.” I muttered, my lips pressed to his neck. He pushed the dress up timidly at first, but after a second, he pulled it up to just below my bra, and finally, completely off. My last bit of ‘real’ clothing was discarded on the ground with the rest of our things, leaving my nearly fully exposed to Zayn. The only thing I still had on was my black lace bra and underwear set that I had gotten at Victoria's Secret and never had the guts to wear, until tonight. Zayn still wore his jeans. They hung low on his hips, revealing his perfect v-line that made me lose my train of thought completely.
“You need some help with those?” I giggled.
“Be my guest.” He responded. My hands moved from his shoulders, down to the waistband of his pants. I was still nervous, but not nearly as much as I had been before. This time, I felt like I was able to call the shots, instead of wondering what he was thinking or expecting. I popped the button, pulled down the zipper, and slid the jeans off of his hips. He assisted me with the rest, kicking them off the end of the bed. He wore a pair of plain black boxer briefs now, nothing else.
I giggled lightly.
“What’s so funny?” He asked, looking down at me.
“We match.”
He looked me up and down, from my pink painted toenails, up my legs, to my black lace boyshorts, the matching bra, and finally, my face. He looked me in the eye, a satisfied look on his face. “You’re beautiful. And we may match, but you look much better than me, that’s for sure.”
I laughed lightly, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Whatever you say.” I moved a quarter of an inch, our lips molding together perfectly. But what started as a sweet kiss, quickly morphed into something completely different. I felt lightheaded from the way Zayn kissed me, how deep it was. Hoping to measure up, I gently bit down, then slid my tongue along his perfectly plump bottom lip.
“God damn, baby. You’re driving me crazy.” I smiled to myself, decided then and there to grow up and gain some confidence. I extracted myself from Zayn, and, with as much force as I could muster, pushed him over and down onto the bed so he was now lying on his back. I moved so I was above him, straddling his waist. Flipping the hair that had fallen into my face over my shoulder, I looked down at the seemingly perfect boy lying beneath me. He stared up at me, a look in his eyes that, without a single word, told me that he cared. My chest rose and fell rapidly with the spastic beating of my heart, but I tried my best to ignore it. I leaned down and kissed Zayn for the hundredth time tonight. But I didn’t let it last long. Instead, I began trailing little kisses across his jaw... down his neck... his chest... stomach... and finally, I reached those beautiful v-lines, along with the top of his boxers. I took one more deep breath, pressing a tender kiss right below his belly button, mostly just to give myself some time to relax a little.
“Evie-”
“Shh, don’t say anything. because I know what you would tell me. And I want to do this for you.” I looked up at him. He looked conflicted. “I want to make you feel good, Zayn.” I whispered, sliding my hand up his inner thigh, just like I had done in that cab not too long ago. Except this time, it felt entirely different. My hand moved to the front of her boxers, lying flat against his bulge. I moved my hand up and down a few times, rubbing gently, still mainly just buying time. I wanted to do this, I really did. I just needed one more second. And then, when I was sure I was ready, I tugged at the elastic band of his boxers, yanking them off. His erection became blatantly obvious now, resting against his stomach. He was big, very big. But I tried not to make it too obvious that I had taken notice. I trailed my pointer finger up and down the sensitive skin very gently, exhaling deeply, watching intently as it twitched under my light touch. My left hand went to work. my right pressed to the bed next to Zayn’s hip. I could hear his breathing becoming laboured, deep and throaty grunts escaping his pouty lips every couple seconds. His hand moved down to cover mine. With that simple gesture as all the encouragement I needed, I opened my mouth right above his growing length, teasing the base with the tip of my tongue. Zayn emitted a noise that sounded more like a growl than anything else.
“Jesus Christ...”
I traced circles around the head, beginning to feel more at ease. This was also thanks to the amount of times Zayn shifted restlessly and moaned my name.
Finally, I thought I had teased him long enough. I lowered my head forward, taking as much of him into my mouth that I could handle. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking. Zayn let out a loud noise, cursing under his breath.
“Oh god, Ev.”
The heat from my tongue and lips caused blood to rush to his throbbing erection, making him arch upwards slightly. My lips expanded around him as I moved down, taking more of him into my mouth. I moved up and down a few times, releasing it completely from my mouth, licking up and down the underside, and then resuming. Zayn’s whimpers and cries of pleasure are what urged me to continue. His hand tangled into my hair, tugging every time I happened to hit a particularly sensitive spot. With him entirely still engulfed in my mouth, my warm tongue swirled around the head, giving him even more pleasure.
“Fucking hell, Ev. Shit, I’m gonna come.” Zayn panted heavily as I continued, thrusting as much of him into my mouth as possible, thanks to his hips bucking forward slightly. The end of his length hit the back of my throat. I did my best to handle it well, My fingertips gently stroked his length as I withdrew it from my mouth slowly, except for the tip. I continued to suck and lick, being rewarded with praise from Zayn. My hand gripped his hip tightly, trying to stay stable. Finally, I felt his warm release in my mouth as I licked the head and pumped with my left hand.
“Fuck... Oh god, fuck.” He moaned, tensing up as I felt his warm release in my mouth. I swallowed obediently, wanting him to ride out his orgasm. He tried to pull away to stop me from having to do so, but I refused. Even now, in the middle of such an erotic act, he was still worrying about me. How did I manage to find such a guy?
“It’s okay. Just let go, baby.” I hummed, kissing the tip one last time, licking up the remnants that I didn’t manage to catch in my mouth.
I felt Zayn relax against my touch as I trailed my fingernails up and down his chest and stomach, basking in all his six-pack glory.
He let out a satisfied breath; “You are way too good for me. You do know that, right?’
I just smiled and shook my head, crawling back up his body and laying on top of him, my head resting on his chest.
“No. No way.” I responded, smiling to myself as Zayn raked his fingers through my hair once again, massaging my scalp as I lazily traced patterns on his taut stomach. “You just can’t see how great you are for me...” I said, kissing the Arabic quote tattoo on his left collarbone. He placed an arm around me and kissed my cheek.
“Next time, it’s your turn. I promise.” He spoke lazily, his voice sounding tired. I could tell by his hooded eyes that it wasn’t long before he would fall asleep.
“Zayn?”
“Hmm?” He hummed. I looked up to see that his eyes were closed, but a small smile still played on his swollen lips.
“Why did you pick that song?” I knew he understood by the way he stopped rubbing circles onto the small of my back for a second, quickly resuming. He opened his eyes, the golden flecks giving him a certain sparkle that I always craved to see.
“Did you listen to the words?” He asked, his voice low and quiet.
I pictured in my mind the way he had looked up there, that sparkle in his eye reserved just for me as he sang those words. “Yes.” I responded simply.
“That’s why.” It wasn’t a true answer, but it would have to do for now. He was exhausted, I could tell.
We lay in a comfortable silence for a little while, Zayn still stroking the bare skin of my back and my fingers still tickling him, giving him goosebumps. Suddenly, he began to hum a quiet tune. I could feel the sound vibrating his chest against my cheek.
“Let down your guard just a little, I’ll keep you safe in these arms of mine. Hold on to me pretty baby, You will see I can be all you need. If you stay, Won’t you stay?, Stay. Save room for my love, Save room for a moment to be with me. Save room for my love...” He sang the lyrics so quietly, barely a whisper. But I hung onto every last word, his voice soothing me in a way that nothing else ever has.

Everything stood still for a little while. It was just the two of us, in our own world. Our own world where no words needed to be spoken to explain how the other one was feeling. Because we just knew. I didn’t feel the need to tell Zayn how happy I was, or how comfortable I felt with him. Because I could tell him all of that with just my lips and touch. And he didn’t need to tell me that he appreciated what I did for him, or that he was willing to wait for me to be ready for sex. I could just sense it from the way he wound his body around mine, holding my against him, the feeling of his lips on my neck and shoulder and mouth, or the way his soothing whispered words of admiration coaxed me to sleep.
Right now, for once, everything really was perfect.

Notes

Wow, so, I wrote this chapter really quickly. Not in a 'i was rushed' kind fo way. But in a, I just happened to be in a roll, kind of way... SO I really hope you like it. I would love to talk you to. Feel free to give me any suggestions, thoughts, opinions, predictions, etc... Really anything. As I always say, I love talking to you guys and making new friends :) Thank you for reading and I really hope you're not starting to get bored wiht the story. There' sstill sooo much to come !!
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