⁀➴☕︎ | morning sex with zayne
To describe morning sex with Zayne in one word would be tender.
He draws you in before his eyes have fully opened, even before his subconscious can catch up. You're nestled in the cocoon of his arms, Zayne automatically gravitating towards the heat of your body even in his sleep.
He's slowly registering the feel of your soft skin beneath his fingertips, the deep rising and falling of your back with every breath you take, and the way your hair tickles the side of his face. When he finally opens his eyes, every morning, it steals his breath.
Because you're lying in his arms, safe and carefree, choosing to be there. For long moments, he watches you with reverence, quiet awe interspersed with warmth blooming in his chest and swelling it with love and adoration.
When he can't help himself, he softly presses a kiss against your hair. Along the shell of your ear before lightly nipping at your earlobe. The slow smile spreading on your lips is proof enough that you've been awake for a while, basking in his silent appreciation.
Even before your eyes open, you're tightening his arms around you, burrowing yourself into his embrace. Zayne's fingers are splayed on your skin, drawing mindless patterns as he holds you close. It is only when his kisses become more persistent that you murmur a soft good morning to your lover over your shoulder.
In the early morning light with the breeze softly rustling the curtains and soft rays of dawn breaking, Zayne captures your lips in the first kiss of the day, humming his greeting straight into your mouth.
His semi hard on is poking incessantly against your ass, your tangled legs further entangling with the sheets as you deepen the kiss, loving hands caressing his face. One sneaky hand is already moving past the apex of your thighs and between them, pushing your tiny night slip up and sinking home into your waiting warmth. Your gasp is soft in his mouth, skin flushing as Zayne expertly curves his fingers inside you.
Zayne's lips latch to the side of your neck, softly nipping the skin as he slowly moves his fingers inside you, pushing your ass further against his erection, grinding against you. He's quietly asking you if you slept well, you're nodding your head and his thumb is pressing down on your clit, twirling it between his fingers, pulling and teasing you.
He's soon got you close, panting and heaving, head ducked low as you grind against him. Zayne's breaths are shorter, working you up towards that peak as you tremble in his arms. Your breath catches and his name is a whimper on your lips when he lifts one thigh to get him better access to directly grind his length against you.
When he can feel your walls tightening around him, he's pulling his fingers out and flipping you on your back. Before you can even register the loss, his cock is already breaching past your folds, pushing into you till the hilt. You cum around his cock almost immediately, head thrown against the pillow as you moan around his mouth covering yours.
Zayne's fingers are intertwined with yours above your head, you can feel every inch of his body against yours as he moves above you, kissing you leisurely like he has all the time in the world to be with his lover. He knows you're sensitive and he's mindful of it, carefully pulling out to the hilt and thrusting inside, making your mouth drop open and your eyes roll to the back of your head every time.
Your foreheads are connected and you can't help but lose yourself into the icy green of his eyes that somehow manage to warm you up from the inside. You can tell when he's close in the way his brow scrunches up, the way his nose is nuzzling against your neck, in the way his grunts are heavier and how hard he's gripping your fingers in his. Wrapping your legs around his trim waist, you're right there with him, chasing your high with him, rocking against his length in tandem with his thrusts.
While you both recuperate after floating down from that high, you free a single hand to caress his face with its sharp planes and handsome features. His lips find yours or yours find his, you don't know, don't care. Just that it feels right, feels perfect.
When his eyes find yours, you cannot help the smile splitting your face as you bop his nose with yours "Hi"
And when Zayne moves to bop your nose right back, everything is right in the world.
A/N: I LOVEEEEEEEEEEE SOFT ZAYNE SO MUCH GAWD. Actually had to talk myself down from crashing out about the fact that he's not real.
I listened extensively to Love Story by Indila (preferably the slowed version) while writing this and would highly recommend the same for everyone because it catches the tenderness so perfectly, I was swooning.
Find my Zayne masterlist here.
discoholicmusic
theartofmadeline
tangentwithtanner
yousharknotpass
jbbartram-illu
dededos
