Written by a Woman

Chapter 17

Chapter Seventeen

SIGNE

I took everything I could get. Within a second, I had both of my hands gripping either side of Zaid’s strong neck, sliding themselves higher to tangle my fingers in his thick hair. Our bodies were flush together, and the feel of his large warm hands on my waist made me sigh in relief as we continued to brush our lips against one another again and again.

It was immediately apparent that this was a man who had done a lot of kissing, and after taking a few seconds to get a feel for each other’s lips, I decided to be greedy by nipping at his bottom one and brushing my tongue against it.

Zaid groaned before he gave me what I was asking for. His hot mouth was over mine, our tongues sliding against each other in slow, painfully sensual passes that made my stomach warm and tighten in anticipation all at the same time.

He separated our mouths just long enough for me to inhale a deep lungful of air. I was getting dizzy, which could have been from the experience of making out with Zaid after months of imagining it, or because he was so talented at making out that I genuinely forgot to breathe. Either way, I wasn’t upset about it.

I felt his hands grip my hips before he quickly turned the two of us and took a couple of steps needed to make it over to the hotel bed. The backs of my legs hit the foot of the mattress, and when I reached up to wrap my arms around his shoulders, Zaid’s hands barely skimmed over my backside to grip the backs of my thighs.

With one swift movement, I was suddenly on my back on the comforter.

This man had just tossed me down on the bed like I was nothing, and the heat in my belly burned hotter from acknowledging that.

My hands were already reaching out for him again when Zaid lowered his large body over mine, our mouths meeting in the hungriest, most desperate kisses I had ever experienced.

“Ya amar,” Zaid murmured against my mouth, his tongue stealing any chance for me to reply. “Ya alby.”

“What?” I finally managed to breathe out in between our lips. I didn’t care, because the reality was that he could be giving me the most unhinged insults in Arabic, and I would still be wet from the sound of his voice against my mouth alone.

Zaid ignored me, which was fine because his arms were supporting his weight so he didn’t crush me, while still managing to roam one hand up and down my sides. Every time he got closer and closer to my ass, I found myself thrusting my hips up against him like the horny woman I was.

Eventually, his hand finally, finally made its way to grip my backside, and the moan I made as I locked my arms around his neck and shoulders was nothing but encouragement.

“Goddamn,” Zaid groaned as his lips left mine, brushing themselves across my jaw and near my earlobe, “I knew you’d feel so good.”

“Oh god,” I exhaled as I tilted my head back, giving him all the access he needed to explore my skin with his mouth, “I love finally knowing that you also thought about this.”

Zaid shifted, rolling our bodies so that we lay on our sides facing each other. One arm of his was cradling my head, his fingers in my hair and angling my face so that he could nip and kiss and taste as much of my neck and shoulder as he wanted. His other hand kept exploring my ass and hip and thigh, and when I ground my pelvis against his I gasped when I felt the hardness in his sweatpants.

Those fucking sweatpants and their thin material were going to be the death of me.

I immediately dropped my arms, one of them supporting my weight underneath me while the other wrapped itself around his waist and felt all the ridges and planes of his back. As soon as my hand started to lower more, towards the waistband of his sweatpants, his hips thrust against mine in a way that made me moan desperately.

“Of course,” Zaid spoke against my neck, remembering the conversation even though I had forgotten about it, “I’m always thinking about this, Signe.”

Oh god , the way he murmured my name against my skin.

I was a goner.

I threw my leg over both of his, allowing his hard length to rest against where I wanted him. One thrust against him like this and we were both moaning from the friction.

“Yes, yes,” I panted against his mouth, pulling myself up so that I could push him onto his back and straddle his hips. His eyes were half open, beautifully glazed, and when I rolled myself over his erection again, I was rewarded with the sight of Zaid’s teeth sinking into his bottom lip. His hands gripped my hips so tightly that I was positive my skin might be a little bruised afterward.

“You’re so fucking hot, Signe,” Zaid moaned as I rolled my hips again, leaning down and pressing kisses along his neck and bearded jawline, “Goddamn.”

“Oh please,” I grinned against his short beard before I continued to speak against his skin, “As if you’re not one of the most attractive men I have ever met.” I captured his lips with mine again, my hands running over the planes of his chest and arms with greed as I angled my hips just right against him.

There was a very good chance that I would come from this alone.

“…I can’t…think of a clever response to that…” Zaid admitted before his tongue desperately traced the inside of my mouth, “You’re too distracting.” His hips were bucking underneath mine in time with the roll of my hips, and when I slid my hands underneath his shirt I melted into the touch. The feel of his hot skin, the planes of his abs and chest, the light dusting of hair across his pecs. It was too much. This man was unraveling me.

“Just to be clear, it’s not just your body, though,” I admitted in a whisper near his ear, nipping at his earlobe with my teeth and tugging the slightest bit, “I’m turned on by everything about you.” I was drunk on power, loving how Zaid was breathing and how his hands couldn’t find a place to hold still on my body. As if he was desperate to map me out, to feel everything I had to offer him. I eventually grabbed one of his wrists and guided his hand underneath my shirt, slowly dragging it up my side until I pulled his palm forward to wrap itself over the underside of my breast, his rough fingers tracing the edge of the bra cup.

As soon as his thumb found the stiff peak through the material, I admitted defeat. I was someone I didn’t recognize, using my hands to brace myself on his shoulders as I rubbed against his shaft in quick, determined strokes. His thumb encouraged me as his other hand wrapped itself around my hip to hold me against him. As if he was encouraging my movements on him.

We were both still fully, completely clothed.

I eventually sagged against his chest, my hands bracing themselves on his waist as I continued to roll my hips against him. I thought I caught myself sucking on his neck as I did, but I couldn’t quite tell. I was lost, desperate to reach the crest that was so close.

“Are you going to come for me, Signe?” Zaid murmured in my ear. His hand left my hip and tangled itself in my hair on the back of my head, holding me against his shoulder as his other hand kept up its ministrations under my shirt, even with it crushed between our chests.

“Yeah?” I was mostly confused by my actions. I couldn’t believe I was already so close, the edge barreling towards me at a rate I hadn’t experienced with a partner in quite a while.

Zaid groaned, barely flexing his own hips in time with mine, “Use me.”

His demanding tone caught me off guard in the best way, but the problem was I was not in the best physical shape like he was. After whatever amount of time I spent on top of him, supporting my own weight and dry humping like teenagers, I felt my muscles start to ache and my orgasm slowly, slowly start to slip away.

Zaid noticed the shift immediately, along with the desperate little whimper I made when I realized that I wasn’t going to cross that line.

“Fuck, fuck,” I was desperately trying to gain the friction again, but the muscles in my legs were starting to shake on either side of his hips.

Zaid grumbled something incoherent, and the next thing I knew, he flipped us again, so my back landed on the mattress. I barely had time to think before he yanked my shirt up, pulled the cup of my bra down, and lowered his head.

“Oh!” I gasped, my hips searching for his while my hands knotted themselves in his hair.

“That’s it,” Zaid spoke around the tip of my breast, his tongue gently teasing as his hand ran down the front of my bike shorts, “Just relax and let me help.”

I could not have possibly gotten any wetter.

“Please,” I whimpered like I wasn’t a grown woman capable of bringing myself to orgasm, “Yes, I need—” my words were cut off when his hand made its way into my bike shorts, into my panties, and brushed a finger against my core.

“Fuck, Signe,” Zaid groaned, shifting his focus over to my other breast and tasting me there too, “Say my name when you come.”

He traced my opening for just a moment, wetting his finger, before dragging it up and tracing small, tight circles against my clit.

“Yes,” I panted, feeling the muscles in my core starting to tighten after every circle his finger made.

“Say it,” Zaid demanded, his tongue starting to flick my nipple in time with his finger.

Heat rushed through my core, snapping a string that was tightening inside and releasing fiery pleasure behind my eyes, before I miraculously managed to breathe out, “God, Zaid.”

“Good, just like that,” Zaid kept his finger steady, never once changing the pressure or pace as my orgasm rolled through me, a second overwhelming wave coating my body at his praise. I felt my grip on his hair tighten as I moaned through the orgasm, stars spinning in the peripherals of my vision because he just wasn’t letting up on me.

“Okay,” I gasped, using my grip on his hair to get him to let up on my breasts, “I can’t—no more.” I was barely able to get the words out, and when Zaid lifted his head to gaze at me, air escaped my lungs again at the sight of him. His flushed face, his mussed-up hair, and the lazy grin he gave me before leaning forward and kissing my lips again.

He was like the human embodiment of my personalized aphrodisiac. I had just orgasmed harder than I had in a long while, and yet I still found myself tucking my fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants, searching.

Zaid groaned on top of me before shifting his weight and wrapping his hand around mine to remove it from his waistband. Then I found my hand pinned to the mattress on the side of my head.

“Sorry,” I mumbled against his deep kisses, “Do you want—”

“I’m okay,” Zaid mumbled, his tongue dragging against mine, “I’m okay.”

“I want to,” I turned my head just enough to speak, but he didn’t stop kissing me. He brushed his lips against my cheek, my jaw, my ear, “I want to make you feel good.”

“I know,” I could feel his lips curl into a smile against the shell of my ear, and I shivered from the contact, “I’d like to have something to look forward to.”

I sighed as his lips started to drag themselves back towards mine, and I allowed one more, deep, drugging kiss from him before I voiced the worry that was tingling in the back of my mind, “This wasn’t a one-time thing?” Why did I sound so insecure? If it was a one-time thing, I would respect Zaid’s decision, put on my big girl pants, and deal with it.

But I didn’t want it to be a one-time thing.

I had just barely gotten a taste of what our chemistry was like, and I was nowhere close to finished with him.

“No,” Zaid sounded a little dangerous as he replied, his grip on my hand tightening as he nipped at my bottom lip just like I had done to him earlier, “I don’t do casual hook-ups, Signe.” He released his hold on my hand to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing against my jawbone as he leaned back to meet my gaze, “This means something to me, I hope it does for you, too.”

I felt myself bite my lip under his intense gaze. The fluttering that was taking place in both my heart and my stomach at his words was nauseating in the best way. Zaid had just given me a toe-curling orgasm, and now he was telling me that he didn’t do casual. As someone who had only done casual the last few years, I couldn’t deny the giddiness that unfolded in me at the mere thought of someone being interested in me beyond sex.

“I think this might mean something to me, too,” I whispered, taking in his masculine features in the lamplight of the hotel room, “But…are we allowed?” Maybe it was because I had just experienced a mind-blowing orgasm, but my anxiety and breathing were much more regulated now than it was before Zaid and I kissed.

“Allowed?” Zaid asked, pressing his lips against my cheek once more before pulling back again. It was as if he couldn’t help it. Like he had to keep kissing me. Once that dam between us broke, there was no going back.

“Like…because of work?” I pressed my lips together nervously. He was my superior, which usually came with a ton of complications. However, I wasn’t concerned with Zaid’s position at the company. If everything went well, I wouldn’t be working there too much longer anyway.

Oh frick…

What the fuck is wrong with you, Signe? Do you think he’d be interested in this if he knew all the filthy things you’ve written about Zayne ?

I was quite literally just about to tell him about my book, but now I knew what his lips tasted like. What his hands felt like, and how loving his touch was. But…he and I were just starting something. Something that I hadn’t ever let myself daydream too much about, because the disappointment of not having this with him was too much to bear.

It was still new. Minutes old.

As wonderful as this was, it was still too soon to know if this could turn into a serious, long-term relationship. Even if Zaid “doesn’t do casual”. Plus, there is still the possibility that now, if he found out about the book, he wouldn’t be interested in this between us anymore.

And if anyone else at work found out what I wrote about him, especially if he was turned off and not interested in me anymore, it’s not unrealistic to expect me to lose my job over it. Following that logic, while still being wrapped up in Zaid, I figured it would be better to wait until Michelle has sent the manuscript through the first round of submissions to publishers in a few weeks. Depending on how that is looking, I could start looking for other part-time work and quit Sun Steer whether I was still involved with Zaid or not.

If all of that lined up, and Zaid and I were getting serious, I was convinced that that would be a better time to tell him about the book.

“It’s not against the rules for us to explore this, no,” Zaid shook his head once, his hand on my jaw dragging down towards my neck so that his thumb could brush against my collarbone, “I also don’t consider it anyone’s business but ours.”

I felt my smile become wobbly, knowing I was still recovering from the high of Zaid’s magical lips and fingers.

“That being said,” Zaid’s eyes were focused on his finger’s path as he spoke, “If you want to disclose this to Jacqueline, I wouldn’t be against it. For your safety, I mean.”

“What about your safety?” I asked, my head spinning with the horror of having to sit down in Jacqueline’s office and let her know that the CTO and I were hooking up.

No, not hooking up.

Exploring this.

“I’m not worried about my safety in the slightest,” Zaid sighed, reaching over me to grab my phone that was left on the bed, and checking the time, “I should get back to my room though. Our flight is early.”

Okay, so at least that answered the question of if he was staying the night with me or not.

“I guess,” I shrugged.

Zaid tossed my phone back down and gave me one last kiss, this one calmer and lingering, not indicating at all that he still had a very noticeable erection in his sweatpants.

“I like you, Signe,” Zaid said as he brushed his thumb against my cheek after pulling away, “I know this was unexpected,” he stared into my eyes for a moment, before nodding his head once and saying, “I’m okay letting you take the reins here, to decide what makes you most comfortable.”

I just stared at him, my heart still racing for so many different reasons, “Okay.”

“I’ll see you in the morning?” Zaid asked, the tiniest hint of nerves sounding in his low voice.

I whispered, “Yes.” Before leaning up and kissing him back, something he met with enthusiasm before forcing himself to pull away.

“Sleep well,” Zaid whispered as he stood from the bed, adjusting the rod in his sweats attempting to conceal it, before giving me one last lingering look and letting himself out.

I just lay there, my head spinning.

In summation, I had just been happily and successfully finger-banged by the Chief Technology Officer of Sun Steer Technologies. I had just enthusiastically sucked face with the man who was the picture-perfect inspiration for the male lead in my romance novel.

And I wanted to do it all again.