He gently laid her on the bed, took off his shirt, revealing his toned body, and leaned over her, kissing her deeply. She pulled him closer, returning his kiss, while his hands roamed over her curves, holding and squeezing her.
She shifted on top of him, taking control, removing her loose top, and tossing it aside. She kissed him again, letting her take the lead while he held her hips. Her lips traced down his neck and chest, teasing his pierced nipple, making his chest rise and fall with each kiss. She continued down his sculpted abs, then looked up at him, her hands moving toward his pants.
sliding down in one slide, exposing him raw, naked to the cold air and bare to the dim light, she looked at his arousal and then back to him, she smirked as she held his length in her hands, gently stroking him, his breath hitched, his body jerked at every caress. A soft gasp escaped his lips,
"You like it?" She whispered. He looked at her eyes, half-lidded, "Yes, please don't stop." She smirked, bending down gently, savoring him, pleasuring him, moans escaped from his mouth... "S..ara...".
She came up to his lips and kissed him again, and this time he took control and flipped her, unhooking her bra, tossing it aside. "It's my turn to love you," he whispered and kissed her lips, her neck, leaving love bites marking her beautifully...
She breathed heavily, moaning his name. He traveled down on the swell on her chest, tasting her, her hands messing with his soft curls, as he gave her immense pleasure. Her body arched as his mouth pressed down on her womanhood.
Her legs instinctively drew in, but he gently spread them wide, drinking her wetness, lavishing attention on her. He kissed along her inner thighs, leaving marks as he moved closer, then returned to her lips. "I love you, soda glass… forever," he whispered, his forehead resting against hers. "Let me in. Let me show you how much I crave you," he murmured.
She pulled him into another deep kiss. "Show me… and be mine forever," she whispered.
He smiled, positioning himself between her legs. His tip teased her walls as he lowered himself on her. She hissed, he smiled, "I'm going in, feel me, darling," he said, pecking her lips, and slowly entered her.
They gasped together at the first thrust, the intensity building quickly. As his rhythm grew faster, her moans grew louder, echoing their shared pleasure.
He pressed soft kisses between their movements to ease her, murmuring sweet words against her skin. She held onto his shoulders, trying to match his pace, her nails digging lightly into him as waves of pleasure rose.
"I missed this," he whispered between breaths. "I waited years to feel this again."
She looked at him, eyes soft. "And… finally, I've won back my heaven, my woman, my soda glass," he murmured, voice low and full of longing.
She smiled through her uneven breaths. "And now you're stuck with this soda glass, forever. so don't you dare fuck around," she whispered, her voice half warning, half teasing.
He grinned, brushing his lips over hers. "Why would I? My soda glass is all I want in this life… maybe even afterlife, my little stalker."
She gasped and pressed his shoulder, making him groan softly. "I didn't stalk you," she protested.
He paused just enough to catch his breath, smirking. "Oh, really? Then who was the girl following me around back in college?"
"It was only one time, and I happened to get caught by you!" she said between breaths.
He chuckled, eyes glinting. "Liar. Just admit it, you stalked me."
"I did not!" she shot back, and he suddenly moved harder, pulling a startled moan from her lips.
"Ah, Kairo!" she shouted, smacking his shoulder. "I'll kick you out, asshole!"
He laughed breathlessly, leaning close to kiss her again. "I'm sorry," he murmured against her lips. "I love you."
His movements softened, matching the warmth that filled the room.
After all the messy, playful confessions and cute arguments, he groaned, "Fuck, I'm coming," and collapsed onto her, breathing heavily. She held him close, panting, their bodies sweaty and tangled together.
After a few quiet minutes, he looked up, smiling softly, and kissed her forehead. "I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too," she confessed back, her voice warm and tender.
He grinned, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips, savoring the moment after so long, after all she had accepted him despite everything. Pulling back, he smiled like an idiot.
"Stop smiling like that, my heart can't handle it," she teased.
He chuckled, leaning close again. "I can't help it, baby… I feel like I've finally stepped into heaven. Remind me if I'm dreaming," he murmured.
She smiled, running her fingers through his soft curls falling over his forehead. "You're in heaven, lovesick," she teased.
Flustered, he snuggled into her neck, hiding his face, breathing in her mixed scent. She stroked his back gently, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, letting the quiet intimacy of the moment linger between them.
"Get off, asshole, you're heavy," she said softly, half laughing, half breathless.
"Not yet," he murmured against her skin. "Let me feel you properly. I'm not full yet."
She chuckled, swatting his arm lightly. "You're stretching my walls; it hurts."
He groaned and finally pulled out, collapsing beside her with a sigh. Then, without a second thought, he pulled her back into his chest, wrapping her in his arms.
"Let me breathe, idiot," she laughed, wriggling in his hold.
"Bear with me, darling. I'm love-deprived," he mumbled into her hair, kissing the top of her head.
She looked up at him, amused. "You forgot you have a child sleeping in the other room."
He grinned lazily. "Let him sleep. I'm not letting you go anywhere."
She chuckled, shaking her head. "Stop acting childish."
"I can't help it," he said with a small smile. "I'm high after feeling heaven with you."
"Asshole," she muttered under her breath.
He hummed, eyes half closed, pulling her even closer. "Still, you love me."
She laughed quietly and hugged him tighter, both sinking into the warmth of each other's arms.
After a while, he stirred awake and said, "Wait a minute, baby, I'll be back." Without bothering to cover himself, he stood up and left the room. A minute later, he returned, cradling Zayn in his arms.
Sara's eyes roamed over him from head to toe, taking in his casual, unbothered demeanor. He gently laid Zayn on the edge of the bed, adjusting the pillow for him, then climbed back onto the bed, sliding between Sara and Zayn, pulling them both close.
Sara gave him a pointed look.
"What?" he asked slowly, a teasing lilt in his voice.
"You're still the same shameless creature from college," she said, exhaling sharply.
"What did I do?" he asked, pretending innocence.
She shook her head, giving him a look of judgment. "Cultivate some manners. Don't just roam around like that."
He chuckled, "What can I say, baby? Some habits never die, and I just remembered Zayn in my dreams and went to get him. I didn't find anything to cover myself with," he justified, half-asleep.
Sara rolled her eyes. Before she could reply, he added in a lazy mumble, "And why bother to cover, baby? You already saw and loved everything a few minutes ago."
She gasped and smacked his chest. "Shut up! That was different. Just because I saw you naked doesn't mean you can roam around like that, shameless man."
He chuckled, the sound low and teasing. "I don't mind… In fact, I'd love to stay naked in front of you."
She slapped his arm, but he only laughed, pulling her close again. "Still," he murmured, brushing his lips near her ear, "my soda glass loves me, especially when I'm naked."
"Stop it," she said, squirming, but a smile tugged at her lips.
He grinned, snuggled deeper into her arms, and threw a leg over her, trapping her against him. Within moments, his breathing slowed as he mumbled, "I love you."
Sara looked at him, his soft curls brushing her chin, his arms locked around her, and smiled quietly, her heart settling into peace. She couldn't help but love him, exactly like this.