Page 8 of Shattered Fears

“Zain,” she murmured into his mouth.

“Slowly, it has to be slow.” He pulled away from her and rested his forehead on hers; their eyes met. “I’m just as much a virgin as you are. I want this to be good for you, but I’m pretty certain the second I put myself inside you, I’m going to come. We need to do that bit last.”

“I don’t need foreplay. I’m ready.” Her brazen side emerged, and she pulled his hand down to between her thighs where she had soaked through her tight jeans.

“Holy shit. You weren’t joking.” Zain yanked his hand back and bit his lip. “Clothes off, now.”

This was it. She was going to be naked in front of the man she loved, for the first time. They were going to give themselves to each other entirely. She slid from the bed and pulled her t-shirt over her head. She looked over at Zain from under her long eyelashes. He was watching her with such sincere intent; she was sure he wasn’t even blinking. She lowered her jeans down her legs and let them pool at her feet on the floor before kicking them away.

“Underwear,” Zain ordered.

“Are you taking anything off?”

He sat up and pulled his shirt off.

“Happy?”

Hell yes, she was ecstatic. She’d seen him a few times with his shirt off, and indeed he’d developed from a gangly boy into a muscular man. She licked the edges of her lips in anticipation of trailing her tongue around the contoured muscles of his torso.

“If you keep looking at me like that, then I’m going to come in my pants before I even get near you.”

She bit her lip and looked away. He laughed.

“We were talking about your underwear.”

“We were?” she asked, confused.

“Yes, you were going to remove it.”

“Oh, yes.” She unclasped the back of her bra and lowered the gossamer silk of the cups off her breasts. She let go of it, and it fluttered to the carpet. The low rumbling growl from Zain had her eyes popping wide with desire. She lowered her panties, next. Zain sniffed the air. Hopefully, he couldn’t smell how excited she was from there because it would be embarrassing.

“Back on the bed.” Zain shifted to the side of the super king-sized bed she slept on. She lay down and looked up at him. One moment, he was taking in the sight of her, and the next, he’d crashed their lips together again and was working his way down her body. His mouth exploring first the slender column of her sensitive neck, and then her breasts. He paid particular attention to her nipples, which had her writhing in pleasure on the bed.

“Zain,” she moaned when he traveled farther down across her stomach to where she needed his touch the most. She shut her eyes and shuddered when his tongue stroked up the length of her slit. He flicked over her clit and dove his tongue into her entrance.

“More,” she cried like a wanton harlot. Zain licked her out faster and faster, his tongue working its magic. Before she knew what was happening, she was orgasming in a hail of stars and loud groans. Her whole body pulsated with the pleasure cascading through it. She’d never felt anything like it before. She became vaguely aware of Zain moving off the bed. She turned her head to look at him. He pulled his own jeans down, and his underwear with them. His cock sprang out and bounced proudly. It was massive, and she instinctively brought her legs together and clenched.

“You’ll be alright,” he smirked.

“Easy for you to say.”

He fumbled around in his jean pockets and pulled out his wallet. From inside, he retrieved a condom. He threw the pants on the floor and opened the packet. She watched as he slid the condom over his length. He returned to the bed and lay over her as she settled back with her head against the pillow. He positioned himself at her entrance and paused.

“Zain?” she questioned.

“I love you,” he announced.

“I love you, too,” she replied, without hesitation.

“I mean it; no matter what. This. You. You are everything to me. I’ll never love anyone else as much as I do you. You’re mine forever.” He looked down to where his cock was positioned ready to join them as one.

“I know,” she whispered back to him, and he started to work his way inside her. It hurt at first; he was big, and she was stretching to the point of tearing. She tried to keep her body relaxed and concentrate only on the significance of what they were doing, not the pain. She’d heard enough times that it hurt at first but would lessen. Zain pushed farther forward and seated himself fully inside her. She let out a long breath, which she’d been holding the entire time. She reached up and stroked her hand across his jaw as he moved his head and kissed her fingers.

“Are you ok?” he asked with genuine concern.

She took a moment to weigh up what she felt before she answered.

“Yes.” The pain had vanished, and all that remained was an overwhelming feeling of love and affection. Zain withdrew slowly, leaving only his tip inside her. She immediately lamented the loss; then with a powerful surge of his hips, she met and welcomed him back in.

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