Forever? (sequel to Summer Love?)

Emily has found out some things about Zayn and their future doesn't seem so bright. What happens when she leaves and they both feel lost without each other? They had so much passion and such a deep love but some things are unforgiveable. Will she ever forgive him? And the big question is: Will they ever put the past behind them and get married?
(Some sex scenes)


37. Not Alive (sex scene)

Zayn's p.o.v

*2 weeks later*

"I have to go Zayn! I can't do this anymore!" "Don't go babe! Please!" "I can't stand seeing other girls all over you, trying to get you. They don't even know we're back together and that's what hurts the most." "I don't pay attention to them Em's. It's you I want, if you leave I won't feel alive. You complete me." She walked into the bedroom.

Emily's p.o.v

"Babe don't go," Zayn pleaded as I walked through the door. "Zayn, I don't want this. I don't want having to always travel, seeing prettier girls than me with you. Trust me you'll find someone else. I might not, but you for sure will," I said packing my bags. "I will never find someone else. But if you do, will he know you like I do?" He whispered in my ear, pushing my hair to the side. "Will he know your 'special' spots like I do?" He said kissing the side of my neck. I pushed him off me and backed away, into the wall. Zayn put his hands on either side of me. Blocked. "Zayn stop. Let me go," I said not facing him. "Will he ever treat you like I do?" He asked, face inches from mine. "Zayn..." "Fine go. If you can," he still didn't move his arms. He stared deeply at me with his hazel eyes. "You aren't going..." "I-I-I..." I stuttered, not knowing what to say.  "Just admit you don't wanna go Emily," he said placing his hands on my waist. "Zayn. Stop." "Admit it." I could feel his shaft pressed against me. How could he be horny by this? "Why don't you sleep on it?" He whispered. He leaned down, pressing his lips on mine. I couldn't resist from kissing him back. Zayn nibbled at my bottom lip, but I wouldn't budge. Well until he grabbed my ass and squeezed. I gasped, and his tongue slipped in. My hands trailed his hair. This was the only time he didn't care about it getting messy. "Jump,"  he said. So I did, straddling his legs. He carried me to the bed, setting me on the edge. He slipped off my shirt and shorts, leaving me in a bra. But he took off all of his clothes. Zayn left small pecks across my body, taking his time to slip off my panties. "Will he know the right speed to thrust at? Will he know how to make you reach your climax just right? Will he?" he asked, but before I could say anything, he sucked my cilt and put one finger in my pussy. He was right. He knew exactly how to make me feel good. I tried to hold in my moans. I didn't want him to see my pleasure. Even if we had sex tonight, doesn't change the fact that I was tired of traveling, tired of those prettier girls. "I guess I'll have to work harder then," he said sighing. He pulled something out of his suitcase. A vibrator. Like one of those massage ones. He turned it on high, pressing it on my cilt. "Agh fuck,"  I whispered. Zayn smirked, knowing I liked it. He stuffed two fingers in me, curling so it hit my G-Spot. I gritted my teeth and threw my head back. Then he stopped. "Will he know how to do that?" he questioned.

"Just fuck me already!" I said needy. Zayn obeyed and got in front of me, slowly pushing in. He thrusted in and out, in and out. Us both moaning in pleasure. Zayn  grabbed the vibrator and held it at my cilt, making this 10x better. He flipped me over, doing me doggy style. I trembled in ecstasy, gripping the sheets tightly. "Ugh... Emily," Zayn groaned. He leaned forward, grabbing my boob, playing with my nipple. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation. Zayn wasn't too gentle, acting as though it were my first time. He wasn't rough either. He knew exactly what I wanted. With one last thrust, he pulled out, jacking off until he cummed over my chest. He licked it off. "Will your future boyfriend do that?" He asked, hugging me. "Well, yeah," I answered. "Because he already did it," I said. Zayn's eyes sparkled as he bent down to kiss me. "Don't ever say your gonna leave. Ever,"  he whispered, rocking back and forth. "I won't, I promise."


<I'm not alive if i'm lonely so please don't leave>

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