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It was a slow, lazy morning.
You’d woken up within Zayne’s arms, kissed his forehead, each of his closed eyelids, whispered sweet nothings into his ear until he silenced you with tender kisses. Smiles and hushed giggles were lost between the sheets until you two finally got up.
Breakfast was followed by a nice stroll, replacing his usual morning jog, hand in hand, fingers intertwined.
When you got home, he told you to shower first while he checked his email and you did.
Wrapped up in the biggest, fluffiest bathrobe he’d bought just for you, you found yourself sprawled out on Zayne’s bed, a poetry book in hand. After he’d hopped in the shower, you’d sautered into his office, to peruse his bookshelves. Much to your surprise, among all the medical texts he’d collected over the years, there was a smaller book. The cover was red although the color was slowly fading, the edges of the spine slightly frayed. When you flipped it open, you noticed the pages were already yellowing, showing signs of handling, perhaps not too gentle. And so, you were intrigued.
The mattress dipped under another added weight as Zayne crawled into bed with you, lying on his stomach next to you, one arm lazily draped over your torso.
“What have you got there?” he questioned languidly.
He slotted his head on your shoulder to take a look at the book in your hands.
“A poetry book,” you answered, turning the pages towards him. “I was quite surprised to find it on your shelves.”
Zayne hummed, and you could hear his smile in the quiet chuckle he let out. He lifted his head high enough to allow you to see his face.
“Contrary to your belief, I don’t just read medical texts,” he retorted, a single eyebrow lifted.
“Hmm, of course, you’re a man of eclectic tastes.”
He chuckled again, utterly amused by your teasing tone.
He returned his head to your shoulder, relaxing against you.
“Any interesting poems?”
“Actually,” you responded, turning back a few pages. “These are quite romantic,” and your voice assumed this almost impressed tone, perhaps a little surprised.
“Hmm, I actually don’t remember reading that book,” he told you, shifting his head just a little against your shoulder.
You could feel him nuzzle the fluffy fabric and you heard him inhale deeply.
“Will you read it to me?” he requested in a low tone.
You snickered and let out a hum of agreement.
“This one is called ‘I do not want to live’,” you began, earning an encouraging hum from him.
You cleared your throat.
“ I do not want to live
Without you
Any longer,
Not even a second
Of your sleep... ”
Zayne shifted against you and scooched in closer, elbows resting on each side of you, propping himself up. You glanced towards him and he was very serious, listening to you attentively. He looked soft and relaxed, wrapped up in his own bathrobe, hair damp from the shower, brushed but unstyled.
You switched the book to one hand, moving the other out to cup his cheek.
“ Leaning my whole being onto you
You are my whole existence, always .” you concluded.
Zayne turned his head to press his lips to the palm of your hand, eyelids fluttering.
“Is there more?” he questioned, jade green eyes returning to you.
His gaze was tender, unworried. It wasn’t pressing or demanding. You smiled into those eyes.
You had to move your hand to turn the page and he took the opportunity to rest his chin on your chest. He nuzzled his nose against your skin right where the bathrobe was slightly parted and the sigh that left you was of one of content.
“This one is called ‘Make love to you’,” you told him, feeling your cheeks warm up at the title.
He hummed again, against your chest, and this time you could hear the amusement and the very clear peak in his interest.
“ Undress me quickly
Until I am bare …”
You felt Zayne's hands make their way to the ties of your robe, fingers slowly tugging the knot apart.
“What are you doing?” you questioned, suddenly even more flustered.
“Just keep reading,” he told you, voice low, mellow.
You felt your thighs squeeze together at the mere tone of his voice.
“Alright,” you mumbled.
You felt him lift himself up from your chest and you shifted your hands, holding the book higher, to accommodate him.
“ I deliver to you unconcealed
My desire… ”
Knot undone, his long fingers slid up the collar of your robe, the two sides which were draped over your chest, and slowly tugged it open. Goosebumps rose instantly on your now exposed skin and a little shiver ran up your spine at the shift in temperature. Your nipples hardened in an embarrassing way.
“Zayne…” you whispered.
He smiled down at you.
“Go on,” he encouraged you.
You took in a breath through your nose and swallowed down the excess saliva pooling on your tongue before you returned your gaze to the book. You continued.
“ I want to make love to you
Take all at once
Your mouth, a kiss …”
Zayne lowered his mouth onto your skin. His lips slid over your chest in a featherlight touch, from the very center, lower, between your breasts. He pressed his nose to your skin and inhaled deeply.
“ And the parts of your body
Which I do not say? ”
He kissed your skin once and then a few more times, leaving a trail of little pecks all the way until he reached a nipple. His lips parted then to take the little hardened bud into his mouth, sucking on it, nibbling lightly, licking.
Your attention was no longer on the poem, however he hummed at you, once again encouraging you to continue.
Your voice was no longer as steady as you read the next verses.
“ And the things you do to me
Under the moonlight? ”
His hand took hold of the breast he’d just abused and continued threading it while his mouth moved on to your other nipple. Your chest slowly but surely began arching off the mattress and into his mouth.
“ While I taint you
With pleasure… ”
He sucked harder and a shuddering breath fell from your lips. When he bit down, it was a sweet little moan that escaped you.
But you continued, so close to the end of the poem now.
“ Slowly showing you
I am yours. ” you concluded.
One finger still locked in place between the pages, you lowered the book onto the mattress and let your other hand slip into his hair, holding his face against your chest.
Zayne’s eyes flickered up to your face, fire burning inside those deep jade hues, as he continued suckling on your nipple for a while longer. By then your thighs were tightly pressed together, knees rubbing against each other.
When he pulled away, there was a thread of saliva connecting his mouth to your tit.
“Hmm, you were right… those poems did sound quite romantic,” he noted, with a little smirk. “I dare say they were delightful .”
He lowered his head again to press a chaste kiss to your abused bud, as if he wasn’t the one making it as red as it already was.
Embarrassed as you were, you hid your face with your arm, a nervous little chuckle leaving you.
You heard him shift his position and when you dared a little peek at him, his face was barely a few inches away from yours. He looked amused.
“Next time, you should read me a whole novel,” he told you, voice hushed, dripping in honey.
You tossed your arms around his neck and crushed your lips against his, the book long forgotten somewhere upon the duvet.
His knee slipped in between your thighs, to part them and slot his hips in between them as he tasted your tongue. You were dripping wet and he was rock hard.
“Hmm, who would have guessed you would get off on listening to me read,” you teased against his mouth.
You lifted your hips to rub yourself against his length and Zayne shuddered against you.
“You know your voice is my weakness,” he answered sincerely, unreserved.
He reached down to position his head right against your entrance, rubbing himself against you a few times before he slid his cock into your wet, sweet little hole.
Your eyes rolled back and you arched off the mattress, biting down on your lower lip, feeling so good, so full.
“What else would you like to hear me say?” you questioned, under your breath, gazing up at him.
Your grip had loosened around his neck and you were now laying down under him, watching the taut muscles on his chest as he held himself above you.
He pulled his hips back and then rolled them back in, grunting his appreciation at how good you felt around him.
“My name,” he answered.
He lowered himself down onto his elbows again, chest pressed to yours, hips rolling out and back in again. You let your hands slide under his robe and push it off his shoulders, baring his skin to your lips. You kissed and sucked on his tensed trapezius muscle as he pumped into you, his nose buried in your hair, quiet little grunts hushed against your temple.
You moved higher, suckled on his neck, feeling his rapid pulse under your tongue until you finally reached his earlobe.
“Zayne…” you moaned into his ear.
He moaned against your shoulder, hips stuttering, making you shiver.
He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, eyes gazing directly into your soul.
“Do it again, please,” he asked, voice getting slightly whiny.
You could see the blush spread out across his cheeks.
And so you did. As he fucked you good, you moaned out his name as if it was the only word you knew, the only word that felt right on your tongue.
Regardless to say, this wasn’t the only time you read out loud to him.