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Authors: Sophia Lynn
travel the world and not meet another like you.”
Leah knew that it was just sweet words, but a part of her thrilled to hear it. They were words she had read, words she had heard used about women all around. She was not a native of LA, but she had been there long enough to see the extraordinary beauty produced by generations of wannabe rock stars and movie stars.
In most of her life, she would have shrugged off those words for the flattery that she knew it to be, but right this moment, she let the words in. She let Zayn in, drinking him down like rain over a parched land. When he lifted her in his arms, her feet in their ridiculous shoes dangling, she purred in pleasure and flung her arms around his neck.
He carried her to the bedroom, which was dominated by the white expanse of an enormous bed. She had a moment to take in its size before he laid her down on it. Her shoes had come off somewhere between the living room and the bed, but she hardly cared. She watched as Zayn slowly stripped for her, revealing inch by inch a tanned body that made her want to touch it immediately. Instead, she held herself back until he was naked and crawling into bed with her.
“I want to take off my clothes,” she stuttered.
Zayn laughed. “Let me.”
He shifted her over onto her stomach, finding the zipper at the nape of her neck with ease. She shivered at the rush of cool air that swept over her skin as he opened her dress. She was momentarily grateful that she was wearing a black bra and panties that night. They didn't match, but they were far better than the normal mismatched items she usually wore.
When her bra was unfastened and her dress was open, she tried to roll over on her back, but he kept her pinned with casual force. He unpinned her bun, sweeping his fingers through her hair until it was ruddy and glowing underneath his hands.
“So very lovely, and so very rare...”
She could feel him admiring her hair for a moment before he gently pushed it aside, baring the nape of her neck to his mouth. She shivered at his first kiss, and that was before he swept the sensitive skin there with his tongue. There was something intoxicating about the care and time he was taking. He moved as if he had all the time in the world, and every moment of that time would be bringing them both pleasure.
Leah whimpered as his mouth trailed down her spine, past the first bumps to the curve right above the swell of her rear. His mouth worked there for a moment as his hands gently swept over her skin, setting her slowly and inexorably on fire. She realized she was squirming into the mattress, but she didn't care.
Finally, he drew back and lifted her into a sitting position. She had known that he was sleekly muscled, and now he showed her how strong he was. He lifted her dress off of her and pulled off her bra as well. Now she simply sat in her panties, gazing up at him.
She reached gently for him, hesitating as if he might say no. Instead, his green eyes, glowing in the soft light, only widened when she reached to touch his shoulder, sweeping down to his muscular chest and then back up to his throat. She touched him lightly, running just her fingertips over him until he was trembling.
It came to her that she had power over him in this moment. She could see the way his body shook for her, the naked need in him. Biting her lip, her hands drifted down to his hips, and then against the hard column of his erection. She couldn't stop herself from gasping when she felt his size and the heat of his cock. It was like silk over steel in her hand, and when she slid her finger through the moisture at the tip, he groaned deep in his throat.
“Is it...”
“Please, more,” he murmured, his words a deliberate echo of her own from before.
Biting her lip, she closed her fingers along the length of his shaft, stroking along it until he groaned again. Something about being able to summon this desire from him made a tremor of need run through her. It was as
Leah knew that it was just sweet words, but a part of her thrilled to hear it. They were words she had read, words she had heard used about women all around. She was not a native of LA, but she had been there long enough to see the extraordinary beauty produced by generations of wannabe rock stars and movie stars.
In most of her life, she would have shrugged off those words for the flattery that she knew it to be, but right this moment, she let the words in. She let Zayn in, drinking him down like rain over a parched land. When he lifted her in his arms, her feet in their ridiculous shoes dangling, she purred in pleasure and flung her arms around his neck.
He carried her to the bedroom, which was dominated by the white expanse of an enormous bed. She had a moment to take in its size before he laid her down on it. Her shoes had come off somewhere between the living room and the bed, but she hardly cared. She watched as Zayn slowly stripped for her, revealing inch by inch a tanned body that made her want to touch it immediately. Instead, she held herself back until he was naked and crawling into bed with her.
“I want to take off my clothes,” she stuttered.
Zayn laughed. “Let me.”
He shifted her over onto her stomach, finding the zipper at the nape of her neck with ease. She shivered at the rush of cool air that swept over her skin as he opened her dress. She was momentarily grateful that she was wearing a black bra and panties that night. They didn't match, but they were far better than the normal mismatched items she usually wore.
When her bra was unfastened and her dress was open, she tried to roll over on her back, but he kept her pinned with casual force. He unpinned her bun, sweeping his fingers through her hair until it was ruddy and glowing underneath his hands.
“So very lovely, and so very rare...”
She could feel him admiring her hair for a moment before he gently pushed it aside, baring the nape of her neck to his mouth. She shivered at his first kiss, and that was before he swept the sensitive skin there with his tongue. There was something intoxicating about the care and time he was taking. He moved as if he had all the time in the world, and every moment of that time would be bringing them both pleasure.
Leah whimpered as his mouth trailed down her spine, past the first bumps to the curve right above the swell of her rear. His mouth worked there for a moment as his hands gently swept over her skin, setting her slowly and inexorably on fire. She realized she was squirming into the mattress, but she didn't care.
Finally, he drew back and lifted her into a sitting position. She had known that he was sleekly muscled, and now he showed her how strong he was. He lifted her dress off of her and pulled off her bra as well. Now she simply sat in her panties, gazing up at him.
She reached gently for him, hesitating as if he might say no. Instead, his green eyes, glowing in the soft light, only widened when she reached to touch his shoulder, sweeping down to his muscular chest and then back up to his throat. She touched him lightly, running just her fingertips over him until he was trembling.
It came to her that she had power over him in this moment. She could see the way his body shook for her, the naked need in him. Biting her lip, her hands drifted down to his hips, and then against the hard column of his erection. She couldn't stop herself from gasping when she felt his size and the heat of his cock. It was like silk over steel in her hand, and when she slid her finger through the moisture at the tip, he groaned deep in his throat.
“Is it...”
“Please, more,” he murmured, his words a deliberate echo of her own from before.
Biting her lip, she closed her fingers along the length of his shaft, stroking along it until he groaned again. Something about being able to summon this desire from him made a tremor of need run through her. It was as