Page 108 of Written By a Woman

SIGNE

“I’m still crazy sensitive,” I wheezed. Zaid released a disgruntled groan as he made himself stop teasing my nipples. My already warm body was starting to heat again.

“Do you need water? A snack?” Zaid asked, his dark eyes so hooded I thought I might orgasm again just from the look of him. How many times did I fantasize about this part of him? How many late nights were spent with me imagining what he would be like in bed?

The answer, apparently, was perfect.

“Um, no?” I asked, curious about his line of questioning.

“You sure?” he asked as he stood up and finally, finally started pushing his pants down. Unfortunately, he left his boxers on, “Because it’s going to be hard for me to stop from this point on, I think.” His eyes only met mine briefly, before he scanned my body again. I couldn’t remember when he took his glasses off, but something about him without the glasses, his hair mussed up from my grip on it moments ago, shirtless, really did things to me.

“Wait,” I was finally able to breathe regularly as I lifted myself on my elbows, “How much longer are we going?”

“As long as you’ll let me, Signe,” His voice was rough with his reply, and I grinned wide as he reached his hands out and palmed my shoulders to get me to lay back again. As if he didn’t want me running off too soon.

“If you’re expecting me to be able to come again, I probably won’t—oh my fucking god.” Zaid had slid his boxers off, revealing everything. He quickly reached down to dig around in the pocket of his pants before pulling out a square foil. I couldn’t see what kind it was, but I assumed he got it from a box with the label, “baseball bat” or “third leg.”

I crossed my legs in response to finally seeing what exactly the man was packing.

“Don’t hide from me,” Zaid shook his head with that confident male smirk that made my insides melt. After he covered himself with the condom, he slowly knelt on the bed and started crawling over my body, “Please don’t hide from me.”

“I’m not hiding,” I lied with a nervous breath of laughter, “But, you understand my hesitation, right?” Zaid chuckled as he started licking and kissing my shoulder, his hands grabbing firm handfuls of my hips as he settled his erection against me.

“I’m flattered,” he murmured against my skin, “But you have nothing to worry about.”

“Says the man,” I rolled my eyes even though I was smiling, pausing to appreciate the attention he was giving the pulse point in between my neck and shoulder. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pressed my hips against him, surprised at how much heat was already pooling in my lower belly again.

“I don’t want to hurt you, habibti,” Zaid sucked my skin a little after that sentence, making me whine in appreciation, “That’s why we’re going to take our time. Get you used to me,” he dragged his lips up my neck and across my jaw as one of his hands snuck underneath me to both squeeze my ass and grind himself against me, “Because if you feel as good as you taste, and I know you will, we’re going to be stuck here all night.”

I tightened my arms around his shoulders, closing my eyes at the euphoric feel of his hard body against my soft one. How his fingers splayed out to grab as much of my ass as possible, and how his other hand was supporting his weight on the mattress so he wouldn’t crush me.

“You,” I had to pause as he released my ass cheek to drag his hand forward, his large fingers tracing circles around my clit, “You think it’ll be that good?”

“I fucking know it will be, Signe,” He pushed himself back a little to get a better look at me, “No one can convince me that we weren’t made for each other at this point.”

I mean, the man had just eaten me out as if he was starved. Like I was his last meal, and he wanted to savor every bite. I wasn’t worried that sleeping with him would be a bad experience at all.

“You’re right,” I whispered, my hands tracing up and down his arms and shoulders, before finally tangling themselves back in his thick silky hair, pulling him back towards me, “You’re all mine.”

He moaned, his hips jerking against mine, his erection rubbing against my clit in a way that sent sparks throughout my body. I angled my hips, guiding him where suddenly I desperately wanted him. Size be damned. I knew deep down that vaginas were magical things that adjusted to anything and everything, and I was ready, so ready, for this next step with him.

“Are you ready?” Zaid whispered, nudging my opening.

“Slowly,” I breathed back. He listened, gently, gently allowing himself in. I definitely stretched, but watching Zaid adjust positions so that both of his forearms rested on either side of me, so that he wouldn’t crush me in missionary, was insanely hot. Everything about him was attractive, but finally being able to see his body braced over mine, his brow furrowed with concentration as his dark eyes studied my face, made me adjust more quickly than expected.

I was already fluttering around him, something he responded to with a groan and his eyes squeezing shut.

“You were right,” I breathed as he pushed himself in a little deeper, “You’re made for me.” I playfully clenched around him again, making a rough gust of air escape his lungs as he pushed his hips some more.

“Fucking hell, Signe,” he grumbled through a smirk, “You feel like home.”

I felt my eyes start to water at his sentiment. In response, I lifted my hips a little more to help guide him in more on his next thrust.

After some more time, he bottomed out, and I was still fluttering around him.

“I’m going to go off like a rocket,” I admitted. Zaid’s eyes widened a little bit in surprise before a burst of laughter escaped his lips, his body shaking over mine and definitely not aiding my predicament.

“Can you take it?” Zaid asked, his brow scrunched as he squeezed his eyes closed in concentration.

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