Written by a Woman

Chapter 25

Chapter Twenty-Five

ZAID

“As comfortable as my couch is…” Signe mumbled against my mouth after I lost myself in the feel of her lips against mine.

I didn’t bother responding. Instead, I pulled her up and practically dragged her to her bed. I pulled off my shirt in the process, and when I used my grip on her hand to plop her down on the mattress in front of me, I started undoing the button and zipper of my slacks.

“Oh my god,” Signe’s hazel eyes growing heavy-lidded as she took in my naked torso made me want to pose for her. Something that would probably just be cringey and ruin the moment for most women.

But Signe wasn’t most women.

So I halted, pushing my pants down and settled my hands on my hips, giving her an unobstructed view of myself shirtless.

“Let me know when you’re done,” I spoke, my voice growing thick at the sight of Signe reaching her thumbs into her sweatpants and pulling them down. Her eyes never left my chest.

“Done with what?” Signe asked, breathless.

“Ogling me.”

“Ridiculous,” Signe shook her head, still not meeting my eyes, “I’m never going to be done ogling you. You should know this by now.”

I couldn’t stop the smile that came from hearing that before I stepped forward and tugged her sweatpants down the rest of the way. I kissed each ankle when I freed it from her pants, noticing that only one of her feet had a sock on it. I tugged that off too, before gently trailing my fingers across her skin to reach for the next layer I desperately wanted to remove.

Signe braced her weight on one hand, to lift herself enough to assist me while using her other hand to grip the back of my neck and pull my face toward hers.

Kissing Signe Lange would always scatter my thoughts.

Feeling her lips coax mine open, her tongue sliding into my mouth to dance with mine, had been euphoria every single time. I never grew too accustomed to kissing her. I decided that I would never grow tired of it, ever. I was convinced that kissing her would be a religious experience in and of itself.

But now, she was naked.

“Lay back,” I whispered against her lips, nipping at her top one before I let her go. I stood to my full height while she grinned at me and scooched herself back to the center of her bed, stretching her legs out and crossing them at the ankles.

Nope .

I reached forward and wrapped both of my hands around her calves, kneeling on the bed and spreading her wide enough for me to fit in between them. Signe really needed to get used to me fitting between them.

Not wanting to push her legs too far apart, I slung each leg over each of my shoulders before skimming my hands down the outside of her thighs and settling in.

“Zaid!” Signe gasped as I wrapped my hands around the tops of her thighs. I had been so focused on what I intended to do that I had completely forgotten to communicate such. I glanced up at Signe, panicked that I may have assumed some things before I noticed the way she bit into her bottom lip, the flush coloring her cheeks and neck, and the heavy rise and fall of her chest.

That still had that purple bra on it for some reason.

“Is this okay?” I rasped, holding myself back as much as I could.

“You mean oral?” Signe replied, her voice a thick whisper as she struggled to play it cool, “I don’t think I’ll ever tell you no to that.”

“Good,” I lowered my head right when she reached her hand up and gripped the roots of my hair, halting my descent when I was centimeters from where I had been dying to be for months.

“Is this okay for you?” she asked me.

“What?” I asked, the fog of arousal making it difficult to keep up with the conversation at this point.

“You don’t have to, you know,” she waved vaguely towards where I was desperate to taste her, “If you don’t want—” she gasped, cut off by my tongue swiping through her slowly, tasting everything.

“Unless the next words out of your mouth are—” I paused to lick her again because I was already addicted, “—my name, or ‘oh god’, or instructions for me, stop interrupting.”

“Okay,” Signe groaned when I pressed my lips against her.

At that point, I was willing to swear on all things holy, that I wanted to spend the rest of my days with my face in between Signe’s legs.

My version of heaven was the taste of her on my tongue, the sounds of her whimpers when I licked her just right, echoing in my ears. The feel of her soft legs underneath my hands, positioning her perfectly for me to devour her.

The feel of her thighs clenching around me as she got closer and closer.

“Don’t stop,” Signe panted, “Please, please don’t—”

As if stopping was a realistic option for me right now.

As if I would ever be willing to waste this experience with her.

I had been fantasizing about this exact moment with her for too long.

“I’m—”

“Say my name, Signe,” I murmured against her center, continuing my ministrations as her breathing became rapid and her body became taut. I slowly dragged my fingers towards her opening as I focused my tongue on her clit, so fucking grateful for that one random woman’s educational videos I stumbled upon weeks ago. Signe was responding exactly how she said women would, and when I slowly dipped my fingers inside of her, I was rewarded with wetness that definitely wasn’t coming from my own mouth.

I gently, gently eased my fingers into her. Coating them in her wetness. Feeling her clench around me made me grind my own hips into her bed to keep myself contained. I was so hard I thought I was going to die, but if I died with the taste of her release on my tongue, it would be worth it.

Once she was used to my intrusion, I angled my fingers up and inside of her as I flicked my tongue against her clit in a rhythm that made her chant my name.

Fuck yes .

“Shit, shit, shit,” Signe was groaning through clenched teeth as her thighs trapped me where I was, her grip on my hair just painful enough to keep my own release at bay, “Zaid, oh god.”

Suddenly her entire body went stiff as her muscles contracted against my fingers and mouth, soaking my hand.

I made a groan of approval while I worked her over again and again, doing my best to drag every single minute of her orgasm out as long as she could handle it.

All too soon, Signe tugged on my hair and begged me to stop.

I lifted my head and took in the sight before me.

Her red hair disheveled in a halo around her head, her chest rising and falling in heavy dramatic breaths, the flush that coated her skin as she let her arms flop out on either side of her.

I stared at her purple bra as if it was a personal attack.

Without warning, I crawled up her body and slid the straps down her shoulders, making her giggle as I grunted my annoyance with getting the garment off.

“I can help—oh—okay,” I had already slid my hands underneath her body to unclasp it before I finally removed the garment and tossed it elsewhere in the room.

I immediately palmed her breasts, fascinated by the freckles that dotted the tops of them. My thumbs brushed against the hardened tips, and she gasped before grabbing both of my wrists with her own hands.

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SIGNE

“I’m still crazy sensitive,” I wheezed. Zaid released a disgruntled groan as he made himself stop teasing my nipples. My already warm body was starting to heat again.

“Do you need water? A snack?” Zaid asked, his dark eyes so hooded I thought I might orgasm again just from the look of him. How many times did I fantasize about this part of him? How many late nights were spent with me imagining what he would be like in bed?

The answer, apparently, was perfect.

“Um, no?” I asked, curious about his line of questioning.

“You sure?” he asked as he stood up and finally, finally started pushing his pants down. Unfortunately, he left his boxers on, “Because it’s going to be hard for me to stop from this point on, I think.” His eyes only met mine briefly, before he scanned my body again. I couldn’t remember when he took his glasses off, but something about him without the glasses, his hair mussed up from my grip on it moments ago, shirtless, really did things to me.

“Wait,” I was finally able to breathe regularly as I lifted myself on my elbows, “How much longer are we going?”

“As long as you’ll let me, Signe,” His voice was rough with his reply, and I grinned wide as he reached his hands out and palmed my shoulders to get me to lay back again. As if he didn’t want me running off too soon.

“If you’re expecting me to be able to come again, I probably won’t—oh my fucking god.” Zaid had slid his boxers off, revealing everything. He quickly reached down to dig around in the pocket of his pants before pulling out a square foil. I couldn’t see what kind it was, but I assumed he got it from a box with the label, “baseball bat” or “third leg.”

I crossed my legs in response to finally seeing what exactly the man was packing.

“Don’t hide from me,” Zaid shook his head with that confident male smirk that made my insides melt. After he covered himself with the condom, he slowly knelt on the bed and started crawling over my body, “Please don’t hide from me.”

“I’m not hiding,” I lied with a nervous breath of laughter, “But, you understand my hesitation, right?” Zaid chuckled as he started licking and kissing my shoulder, his hands grabbing firm handfuls of my hips as he settled his erection against me.

“I’m flattered,” he murmured against my skin, “But you have nothing to worry about.”

“Says the man,” I rolled my eyes even though I was smiling, pausing to appreciate the attention he was giving the pulse point in between my neck and shoulder. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pressed my hips against him, surprised at how much heat was already pooling in my lower belly again.

“I don’t want to hurt you, habibti,” Zaid sucked my skin a little after that sentence, making me whine in appreciation, “That’s why we’re going to take our time. Get you used to me,” he dragged his lips up my neck and across my jaw as one of his hands snuck underneath me to both squeeze my ass and grind himself against me, “Because if you feel as good as you taste, and I know you will, we’re going to be stuck here all night.”

I tightened my arms around his shoulders, closing my eyes at the euphoric feel of his hard body against my soft one. How his fingers splayed out to grab as much of my ass as possible, and how his other hand was supporting his weight on the mattress so he wouldn’t crush me.

“You,” I had to pause as he released my ass cheek to drag his hand forward, his large fingers tracing circles around my clit, “You think it’ll be that good?”

“I fucking know it will be, Signe,” He pushed himself back a little to get a better look at me, “No one can convince me that we weren’t made for each other at this point.”

I mean, the man had just eaten me out as if he was starved. Like I was his last meal, and he wanted to savor every bite. I wasn’t worried that sleeping with him would be a bad experience at all.

“You’re right,” I whispered, my hands tracing up and down his arms and shoulders, before finally tangling themselves back in his thick silky hair, pulling him back towards me, “You’re all mine.”

He moaned, his hips jerking against mine, his erection rubbing against my clit in a way that sent sparks throughout my body. I angled my hips, guiding him where suddenly I desperately wanted him. Size be damned. I knew deep down that vaginas were magical things that adjusted to anything and everything, and I was ready, so ready, for this next step with him.

“Are you ready?” Zaid whispered, nudging my opening.

“Slowly,” I breathed back. He listened, gently, gently allowing himself in. I definitely stretched, but watching Zaid adjust positions so that both of his forearms rested on either side of me, so that he wouldn’t crush me in missionary, was insanely hot. Everything about him was attractive, but finally being able to see his body braced over mine, his brow furrowed with concentration as his dark eyes studied my face, made me adjust more quickly than expected.

I was already fluttering around him, something he responded to with a groan and his eyes squeezing shut.

“You were right,” I breathed as he pushed himself in a little deeper, “You’re made for me.” I playfully clenched around him again, making a rough gust of air escape his lungs as he pushed his hips some more.

“Fucking hell, Signe,” he grumbled through a smirk, “You feel like home.”

I felt my eyes start to water at his sentiment. In response, I lifted my hips a little more to help guide him in more on his next thrust.

After some more time, he bottomed out, and I was still fluttering around him.

“I’m going to go off like a rocket,” I admitted. Zaid’s eyes widened a little bit in surprise before a burst of laughter escaped his lips, his body shaking over mine and definitely not aiding my predicament.

“Can you take it?” Zaid asked, his brow scrunched as he squeezed his eyes closed in concentration.

“Absolutely,” I nodded, lifting my legs to wrap themselves around his hips, “Give it to me.” Before I even finished my sentence, Zaid had pulled almost completely out before slamming his hips against mine.

Penetrative sex had never been so amazing.

“Oh fuck,” Zaid groaned as repeated the thrust, “Damn, Signe.”

I couldn’t respond, my brain could only process what my body was experiencing. Language was dead to me at the moment. The only sounds I could make were whines of encouragement, my limbs clutching to Zaid for dear life as he slowly ripped me apart with every thrust of his hips.

His lips were parted, exposing his euphoric expression as he opened his eyes and glanced down to watch where our bodies met.

“I’ll never get enough of this.” Zaid grunted out, starting a rhythm that made me see stars, “You’re mine, Signe.” I nodded, agreeing, because that’s literally what monogamy meant, and we had already agreed on that before he decided to split me in half with his erection.

“Uh-huh,” I managed to reply.

“You’re so beautiful,” Zaid grunted with his movements, he glanced down again, “Look at how pretty you look, filled with me like this.”

“Jesus,” I wheezed. I had desperately hoped he was at least a little bit of a dirty talker, and I was thrilled with the knowledge that he was.

“Remember,” Zaid’s voice sounded angry, but when he looked back at me, he was smirking, “My name is the only one you need.”

I pulled his head down to kiss me, hard. I tugged on his bottom lip before tracing my tongue across the plump flesh, and pulled away just enough to say, “I love you.”

“I love you,” Zaid replied, wrapping his arms around my shoulders, and rolling us to his side. Only one leg was wrapped around his waist now, and he used his grip on my thigh to keep us connected while he continued to pound into me, “I love you so much.” He snuck his other arm around my head, creating a little pillow for my head to rest on while his hand tangled his fingers in the roots of my hair.

I was pinned while he impaled me, and I felt my orgasm approaching rapidly.

My fingers dug into his biceps, my breathing erratic.

“Zaid,” I cried.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured into the top of my head, “Let go, Signe.”

I did, and I was pretty sure I blacked out a little bit.

After screaming into his shoulder, letting him continue to thrust inside of me as I came, I thought I heard a ringing in my ears. Tears were streaming out of my eyelids. I kept my eyes closed as if hiding from the intensity of the orgasm he was giving me. And giving me. And giving me.

I was still coming, with no end in sight, groaning with clenched teeth and a grip on his arms that was sure to leave bruises.

“Fuck yes,” Zaid grunted into my hair with his thrusts, “Keep going.” He rolled us so that I was on my back again, still dragging my orgasm out of me as he palmed one of my breasts and lifted it so he could cover the tip with his mouth.

“Zaid!” I gripped his shoulders, still spasming as his tongue started to flick against my nipple, creating more waves of pleasure.

He growled against my breast, fucking growled as he impaled me.

“Oh,” I realized I was lifting my hips against his, meeting him every time he ground his pelvis against my clit perfectly, “I’m still—”

“Yes,” Zaid replied against my breast.

“Come with me,” I begged, “Please, come with me.”

Zaid released my breast from his mouth with a loud pop, before bracing his forearms on either side of my head and shoving his face in between my neck and shoulder. His momentum increased and became erratic as my orgasm finally, finally started to fade.

“C’mon, Zaid,” I begged, “Come inside of me.”

At that, he released a shout as he locked his hips against mine and groaned through his release, his face still hidden in between my shoulder and neck. My body convulsed around him with every pulse of his release.

Finally, after emptying himself entirely, Zaid collapsed on top of me.

I held him tight, not bothered by the weight of his body crushing mine.

Feeling him close was all that mattered, as we both caught our breaths.

Some tears were still leaking out of my eyes, his words from earlier ringing in my head.

He was my home. Wherever he was, I belonged. Together.