Zayn stepped back, his eyes roaming over Lily’s naked body. He loosened his pants and let them drop to the floor. His cock sprang free, hard and ready.
Lily couldn’t help but stare. She took in how big it was, how swollen it looked with veins pushed up through the skin. Drops of precum glistened on the tip. Her lips quivered as she involuntarily let out a small gasp, unable to look away from his throbbing erection.
Zayn noticed a flash of worry cross her face. She was rembering their first ti, how rough he had been. The mory excited him, but this ti would be different.
“I’ll be gentle,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire. “If it hurts, tell to stop, and I will.”
Lily hesitated but nodded in agreent. Her hesitation made him feel guilty. After the sacrifice she had made for him, he was determined to make it up to her.
He moved closer, cupping her face with his hands. His thumbs stroked her cheeks as he kissed her again. Softer this ti. His lips lingered on hers before pulling back slightly.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured against her lips.
He kissed her again and again, each kiss deeper than the last. Her mouth opened with a sigh, her breathing more ragged. Zayn slid his tongue into her mouth, tasting her sweetness.
The more they kissed, the more Zayn craved the feel of her skin against his. His hands traced down from her neck to her shoulders, then lower to cup her breasts. Her nipples hardened under his touch.
Lily gasped into his mouth. Heat pooled between her legs as he pressed gently on her nipples, rubbing them in a slow, tender circular motion. She felt his cock pressed against her stomach—that warm, pulsing hardness that she knew would soon enter her again.
This ti, she wanted it. This ti, she needed it.
Her trembling hand reached out, fingers brushing against the tip of his cock. Zayn caught her wrist.
“Let ,” he said, his voice strained with desire.
He gently pushed her back onto the bed. Lily watched as he climbed onto the mattress and positioned himself between her legs. His eyes never left hers as he spread her thighs wider.
“I want to make you feel good first,” he said.
Lily’s heart pounded against her ribs. She’d never been touched like this—with such care and attention. The intimacy they shared before had always been about pain and punishnt. This was sothing else entirely different.
Zayn’s fingers trailed up her inner thigh, making her shiver. When he reached her center, he paused, his eyes locked on hers. Then, he began to massage her clit with gentle circles.
A jolt of pleasure shot through her body. Lily grabbed his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as little gasps escaped her lips. She couldn’t control the sounds she made as his fingers worked their magic.
“That’s it,” Zayn encouraged, his voice thick with lust. “Let hear you.”
He increased the pressure slowly, watching her reactions carefully. Her legs began to shake. She thought there would be pain, but there was only pleasure. It was building with each stroke of his fingers.
Her back arched off the bed when he slid one finger inside her. The wetness of her pussy made the entry easy, but she was still tight. Zayn groaned at the feeling, imagining how she would feel around his cock.
“You’re so wet for ,” he said, his breath hot against her neck. “So tight.”
He moved his finger in and out slowly, watching her face for any signs of discomfort. Instead, he saw only pleasure. Her eyes were half-closed, her lips parted as she panted.
Zayn added a second finger, stretching her entrance gently. Lily’s nails dug deeper into his shoulders. Her walls clenched around his fingers, pulling him deeper. The sight of her coming undone beneath him ignited a spark he never knew was there.
“Does it feel good?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Lily nodded frantically. Her hips moved against his hand, begging him to go deeper. She felt the pressure building inside her, sothing big and overwhelming.
Zayn lowered his head to kiss her neck, his lips trailing fire across her skin. He sucked lightly, careful not to mark her but wanting to taste her while his fingers continued their steady rhythm inside her.
The pleasure was almost too much. Lily’s body tensed. She was close, so close to sothing she’d never felt before. Zayn sensed it too. He curled his fingers inside her, finding her special spot that would make her see stars.
His thumb found her clit again, circling it in ti with the thrusts of his fingers. The sensation was overwhelming. Lily opened her mouth in a silent scream as waves of pleasure washed over her.
Zayn watched her co apart, his cock throbbing with need. But this wasn’t about him. Not yet. This was about showing Lily that sex could feel good, that he could make her feel good. But before she could reach the peak, Zayn slowly withdrew his fingers.
Lily’s eyes fluttered open. Once hazed with desire and pleasure, they were now clouded with confusion. She looked up at Zayn innocently, wondering why he had stopped right at such a crucial mont.
Zayn smirked when he saw the look on her face.
“Do you want a taste?” He asked as he held up his fingers to her.
Lily bit her lower lip. She could sll her juices, her arousal that coated his fingers. She wanted it. She opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue. Zayn placed his fingers in her mouth.
“Suck them clean,” He whispered.
He enjoyed watching her take his fingers whole in her mouth. She licked, tongue swirling around his fingers hungrily while sucking on them gently. Zayn could not help but reach his free hand down to his cock.
He stroked himself, moaning with pleasure as he watched Lily with desire and lust.
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