"I saw you Zayn! Don't even bother-"
"She kissed me! I didn't start the kiss!"
"But you also didn't stop it. I can't believe you'd do this to me!"
"But India..Fuck you're so sexy when you're angry.."
"Zayn.. This is not the right time.."
He cupped my face, stared straight into my Hazel eyes, and kissed me. The kiss started to get deeper and more passionate, so I wrapped my legs around his waist. He lifted me onto the couch. He lay on top of me, and pulled my jeans down, along with my red lace panties.
"Did you -- wear -- these -- for me?" He said between kisses.
"Maybe" I giggled.
He stroked my clitoris so carefully.. Then entered two of his fingers into me.
"ZAYN" I moaned. I stroked my hands through his hair, pushing him deeper into me. I felt a knot tying up in my stomach. "I'm gonna.." I moaned. My joy then released all over his fingers. When he was done pleasuring me, he lay next to me, showing his cheeky grin. He licked his two fingerswhich had been Iinside me a few seconds ago. "I had to taste you" he winked at me. He combed his (clean) fingers through my smooth brown hair, staring deep into my eyes, once again.
"You know I love you, right India?"
"I love you too, Mr Malik."