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What a wonderful way to start a Sunday morning.

Zaid didn’t linger this time, though. This time, he only dragged it on until I was clearly satisfied, left gasping on my stomach.

“That’s better.” Zaid kissed the back of my neck before I felt him shift above me again, one of his hands on my hips as he encouraged me to arch my back for him.

“You’re telling me,” I mumbled into the sheets. He just chuckled above me before I felt him nudge my core, “Damn.”

“Do you want me to wait?” he asked, his fingertips pressing into my skin with his question. As if he was quite literally restraining himself from taking me right then and there.

“Part of me wants to tease you and say yes,” I smiled, squealing in delight when Zaid playfully pressed his teeth against my shoulder, pretending to bite me, “But no, I’m ready.”

“Thank god,” Zaid growled, giving me no warning before he plunged in.

I muffled my cries into the bedsheet, feeling the blanket of his body heat cover me entirely as he started a slow rhythm that made me concerned about tearing holes into the bedsheets that I was gripping again. After a few thrusts, I felt one of his hands slide up my shoulder towards my neck, gripping my hair gently at the roots and guiding my head more towards the side, making me cry out into the room, “I want to hear you loud and clear, Signe,” Zaid murmured into my ear, “don’t hold yourself back.”

“As if,” I grinned, my eyes falling closed. I loved having my hair tugged like he was doing, another thing we talked about the previous night before we had sex for the second time, “Do you—oh—do you want me on top sometime?”

“Yes,” Zaid emphasized his response with a hard thrust, making me reach my hand up to brace myself against my headboard so my body wouldn’t keep sliding up the bed, “But I’m too obsessed with the sight of you underneath me right now.”

“Ah,” I moaned when he released my hair and used that hand to instead wrap itself underneath my chest, gripping me close to his body by my shoulders. An inch or so higher, and his arm would be wrapping itself around my neck. This gave him a bit more leverage while I still held my hand against the headboard.

“Goddamn, Zaid,” I moaned when he somehow changed the angle of what he was doing, “I’m not gonna—oh—be able to walk later.”

“Good,” Zaid’s thrusts picked up, making me turn my head to bite the pillow that I was resting on, “You don’t need to get out of this bed.” How many orgasms did it take to actually kill a woman? It had been about twelve hours since Zaid and I started doing this, and I had lost count of how many he had given me in such a short amount of time, “You can just lay here, and I’ll take care of you,” He grunted his words, his grip on my shoulder was tightening, and his entire chest was pressed against my back as he plunged into me, “I’ll bring you whatever you need,” his hot breath was fanning against my face and neck with his words, “And when you’re ready,” he paused to groan when I started fluttering around him, my orgasm imminent, “I’ll fuck you again—” with a moan, I was already coming right then and there, “And again—until you—ah, shit—” he ground his hips against me, pulsing inside of me as my muscles convulsed around him. He groaned his release into my neck, and I cried mine laying on my cheek.

After a few silent moments, I giggled.

“What is it?” Zaid asked, not moving from on top of me, but shifting just enough so that I could still inhale a full breath of air into my lungs.

“Until I what?” I asked, “You never finished your thought.”

“My brain is fried,” he replied, pressing gentle kisses against my shoulder, “Something about how you’re too perfect to bother getting out of bed or whatever.”

“Or whatever,” I repeated, rolling over to finally face him. Half of his hair was standing up on one end, probably from sleeping on the one side all night. I grinned and brushed my fingers through it, “Good morning, handsome.”

“Morning, beautiful,” he reached forward and pressed a kiss against my forehead, actively avoiding my lips and letting me taste his morning breath. He pulled back to look at me, brushing some hair away from my face as he propped his cheek on his fist, his elbow digging into the mattress to support his body as he looked down at me, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I reached up and rubbed my hand on his arm, covering my yawn with my other, “Are you happy?”

“Incredibly,” he grinned, and it was so adorable I thought my heart was going to burst, “I feel like I’m dreaming.”

“Me too,” I smiled up at him, snuggling closer to his chest and tucking the covers around me, “I feel lucky.”

“I’m the lucky one, Signe,” Zaid pressed his lips into my hair, adjusting his position to wrap his arms around me and hold me snug against his chest, “I know I can’t live up to the stamina that Zayne has, but—” I interrupted him by quickly smacking his face with the pillow, humiliation coating my skin as I realized how this was definitely going to be a thing he’d tease me about for a while. He shoved the pillow out of his face with a laugh and held his hands up in defense.

“Just so we’re clear,” I sat up and towered over him, holding the pillow ready in case he was about to start mouthing off again, “I want you. Just you.”

Zaid grinned up at me, something softening the corners of his eyes as he took in my attack-ready position, a smirk on my own lips as I held the threat of another pillow smothering over him.

After calmly tucking his hands behind his head, admiring his view from his prone position on his back, Zaid met my eyes and said, “You have me.”

ChapterTwenty-Seven

SIGNE

“Do you have eggs?”Zaid asked a while later, both of us still lingering in my bed, tangled up in the sheets.

“Yup,” I raised my hand and pointed to the fridge because that was the perk of living in a studio apartment. Everything was within view.

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