Broken Wings (Zayn Malik Fan Fiction)

Chapter 17

Zayn and I stumbled into the house, his lips connected to mine, my fingers in his hair. His hands were at the back of my thighs and I giggled as he shut the door. "I can walk Zayn," I shimmied out of his grasp, taking his hand and leading him to my room.

I sat on my bed, Zayn walking over to me and kissing me softly. I could tell that he was taking his time with me, not wanting to rush anything. His hands came to my face, cupping my cheeks. I slowly laid back on the bed, wrapping my legs around Zayn's waist. Zayn took my bottom lip between his teeth, tugging on it before pulling back. My fingers were at the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. My fingers traced down his front, rolling us over so that I was straddling his waist. I slowly went to the hem line of my shirt, taking it off of my torso. It was the first time that I had taken my clothes off in front of Zayn.

I didn't want to feel nervous, but I couldn't help but shy away. Zayn's hands were at my sides, and I placed my hands flat on his chest. "Maya, we don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with," Zayn murmured and I leaned down kissing him.

"I want to do this," I whispered and I went to the button of his jeans. Popping them open, and tugging at the zipper I stood between his legs as he kicked them off. Zayn sat up pulling me down, and I let out a breathless laugh, he pulled my jeans down, tossing them on the floor with the rest of the clothes we discarded. His fingers trailed up my sides, causing me to shiver. I arched my back letting him unclip my bra, taking the material off of my body.

I was completely bare in front of Zayn, I bit on my bottom lip trying to hide my embarrassment. Zayn leaned down, kissing me gently. "You're beautiful," Zayn murmured. His hand moved down to my right breast, and my eyes fluttered shut as he took it in his hand. Involuntarily, I rolled my hips into his letting out a soft moan. He finally tugged his boxers down, rolling a condom down his length. 

He slid himself inside of me and I let out a gasp. His motions were slow and gentle. My eyes fluttered shut, the pads of my fingers pressed into his shoulders. "Shit Zayn," I couldn't help but let out a soft moan before pulling Zayn's lips down onto mine. He lifted my hips off of the bed, holding me in his arms, and I felt a moan push past my lips, feeling him everywhere.

It wasn't the first time I had sex, but nothing compared to sex with Zayn. He had a form of dominance about him, and I knew that he was trying hard to keep calm. The roll of his hips were slow, and set him inside of me deep enough that I would moan with each thrust. The knot in my stomach began to form, and Zayn moved his fingers to my center. "Fuck Maya, you feel so," He trailed, taking his lip between his teeth.

"I'm gonna," I whispered breathlessly feeling his fingers rubbing me. I arched my letting profanities fall from my mouth as I came undone. It was by far the best orgasm I had ever had. My body still shaking when I felt Zayn let go. His head buried in the crook of my neck, he nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin. He remained stationary inside of me while he came down from his high. Slowly he pulled out of me, and I shivered from the loss of contact. It was a few seconds later that Zayn was coming back into bed with me pulling a sheet over the two of us.

He kissed the top of my head, his fingers tracing over my arm. I let out a small shiver, followed by a yawn. "Go to sleep Maya," Zayn murmured and I shook my head.

"I don't want to, not yet." I whispered, Zayn tangled his legs with mine, before rolling us over so that I laid on his chest. I giggled before trying to get off of him.

"No, stay." Zayn said and I shook my head smiling.

"You're not comfortable." I giggled and he pecked at my lips.

"I am,"

"Are not, you're all toned and muscular. I like things that are soft and squidgy." I said and he grabbed a pillow.