Written by a Woman

Chapter 26

Chapter Twenty-Six

SIGNE

I felt something long and hard poking my ass, making me shift under the covers and start to stretch my body. I was coming out of the deepest sleep I had had in a long while.

Large, warm hands dragged themselves up my stomach and ribs, cupping my breasts while I lifted my hands above my head. A warm mouth was leaving suctioning kisses along my neck and shoulder from behind me.

“Good morning, noor al-ein,” I heard Zaid’s grumbly, sleepy voice murmur against my skin.

I smiled; my eyes still closed as I lowered my hands back under the covers where the two of us were spooning. God, I loved spooning.

“Morning, love,” I replied with a yawn, reaching behind me to grab his morning wood that he was already rocking against me.

“Are you awake?” Zaid asked against my throat, his tongue teasing the skin just below my ear.

“Mhmm,” I replied, giving him a playful squeeze.

“Good,” Zaid sighed. Without warning, I was suddenly pushed onto my stomach and his large body was caging mine in, his erection teasing me. I landed on my face with an oof and a startled giggle.

“Do you have condoms in your nightstand?” Zaid asked against my hair.

I gave another mhmm as I pointed towards the furniture in question. He shifted above me before I heard the drawer being pulled open and a foil wrapper being plucked out and torn.

I turned my face to the side, brushing my knotted hair out of the way as I glanced up at him hovering behind me. When he asked last night, I had told him I wasn’t opposed to morning sex, but the thought of morning breath concerned me. He must have thought this position would avoid that problem, and I was grateful for it.

I suddenly felt his warm hands in between my legs, feeling.

“You aren’t ready for me yet,” Zaid murmured against my shoulder.

“I’ve been awake for three seconds,” I replied with a laugh. He chuckled against me, the feel of his laughter rumbling against my back before he lightly pinched one of my ass cheeks in reprimand.

“Can I help you get there?” He whispered, kissing my ear and trapping the lobe between his teeth before continuing, “You looked too pretty wrapped around my cock last night.” Jesus fucking Christ, that works, “I need to be inside of you again.”

“You were just—oh—” I gasped as one of his fingers started teasing my center from above me, snaking between my legs in search of my clit. I arched my back and canted my hips to give him easier access, and soon I was gasping into the pillow, “Inside of me a few—oh god—hours ago.”

“I belong inside of you, Signe,” Zaid replied, I could feel his lips pull into a smile against my skin, “It’s a sin to start my day otherwise.”

Wetness started to coat his fingers, and he used that to his advantage to give more attention to my clit. I was grinding against his hand, crushing it between me and the mattress I lay on.

“Oh god, Zaid,” I groaned, “Yes.”

“That’s better,” Zaid’s voice took on a rougher edge, “Give me one first, Signe.”

“How are you so good at talking during sex?” I gasped, my hands clutching fistfuls of the sheets as I started to rush towards release.

“I learned pretty quickly that you liked what I was saying last night,” his teeth gently scraped against my neck, and I whimpered from the sensation of it, “And I love telling you exactly what I’m thinking. Like how I can’t wait for you to come all over my hand so I can sink into you properly.”

That did it.

I was a goner.

I screamed into my pillow, like a lady.

What a wonderful way to start a Sunday morning.

Zaid didn’t linger this time, though. This time, he only dragged it on until I was clearly satisfied, left gasping on my stomach.

“That’s better.” Zaid kissed the back of my neck before I felt him shift above me again, one of his hands on my hips as he encouraged me to arch my back for him.

“You’re telling me,” I mumbled into the sheets. He just chuckled above me before I felt him nudge my core, “Damn.”

“Do you want me to wait?” he asked, his fingertips pressing into my skin with his question. As if he was quite literally restraining himself from taking me right then and there.

“Part of me wants to tease you and say yes,” I smiled, squealing in delight when Zaid playfully pressed his teeth against my shoulder, pretending to bite me, “But no, I’m ready.”

“Thank god,” Zaid growled, giving me no warning before he plunged in.

I muffled my cries into the bedsheet, feeling the blanket of his body heat cover me entirely as he started a slow rhythm that made me concerned about tearing holes into the bedsheets that I was gripping again. After a few thrusts, I felt one of his hands slide up my shoulder towards my neck, gripping my hair gently at the roots and guiding my head more towards the side, making me cry out into the room, “I want to hear you loud and clear, Signe,” Zaid murmured into my ear, “don’t hold yourself back.”

“As if,” I grinned, my eyes falling closed. I loved having my hair tugged like he was doing, another thing we talked about the previous night before we had sex for the second time, “Do you— oh —do you want me on top sometime?”

“Yes,” Zaid emphasized his response with a hard thrust, making me reach my hand up to brace myself against my headboard so my body wouldn’t keep sliding up the bed, “But I’m too obsessed with the sight of you underneath me right now.”

“Ah,” I moaned when he released my hair and used that hand to instead wrap itself underneath my chest, gripping me close to his body by my shoulders. An inch or so higher, and his arm would be wrapping itself around my neck. This gave him a bit more leverage while I still held my hand against the headboard.

“Goddamn, Zaid,” I moaned when he somehow changed the angle of what he was doing, “I’m not gonna— oh —be able to walk later.”

“Good,” Zaid’s thrusts picked up, making me turn my head to bite the pillow that I was resting on, “You don’t need to get out of this bed.” How many orgasms did it take to actually kill a woman? It had been about twelve hours since Zaid and I started doing this, and I had lost count of how many he had given me in such a short amount of time, “You can just lay here, and I’ll take care of you,” He grunted his words, his grip on my shoulder was tightening, and his entire chest was pressed against my back as he plunged into me, “I’ll bring you whatever you need,” his hot breath was fanning against my face and neck with his words, “And when you’re ready,” he paused to groan when I started fluttering around him, my orgasm imminent, “I’ll fuck you again—” with a moan, I was already coming right then and there, “And again—until you—ah, shit—” he ground his hips against me, pulsing inside of me as my muscles convulsed around him. He groaned his release into my neck, and I cried mine laying on my cheek.

After a few silent moments, I giggled.

“What is it?” Zaid asked, not moving from on top of me, but shifting just enough so that I could still inhale a full breath of air into my lungs.

“Until I what?” I asked, “You never finished your thought.”

“My brain is fried,” he replied, pressing gentle kisses against my shoulder, “Something about how you’re too perfect to bother getting out of bed or whatever.”

“Or whatever,” I repeated, rolling over to finally face him. Half of his hair was standing up on one end, probably from sleeping on the one side all night. I grinned and brushed my fingers through it, “Good morning, handsome.”

“Morning, beautiful,” he reached forward and pressed a kiss against my forehead, actively avoiding my lips and letting me taste his morning breath. He pulled back to look at me, brushing some hair away from my face as he propped his cheek on his fist, his elbow digging into the mattress to support his body as he looked down at me, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I reached up and rubbed my hand on his arm, covering my yawn with my other, “Are you happy?”

“Incredibly,” he grinned, and it was so adorable I thought my heart was going to burst, “I feel like I’m dreaming.”

“Me too,” I smiled up at him, snuggling closer to his chest and tucking the covers around me, “I feel lucky.”

“I’m the lucky one, Signe,” Zaid pressed his lips into my hair, adjusting his position to wrap his arms around me and hold me snug against his chest, “I know I can’t live up to the stamina that Zayne has, but—” I interrupted him by quickly smacking his face with the pillow, humiliation coating my skin as I realized how this was definitely going to be a thing he’d tease me about for a while. He shoved the pillow out of his face with a laugh and held his hands up in defense.

“Just so we’re clear,” I sat up and towered over him, holding the pillow ready in case he was about to start mouthing off again, “I want you. Just you.”

Zaid grinned up at me, something softening the corners of his eyes as he took in my attack-ready position, a smirk on my own lips as I held the threat of another pillow smothering over him.

After calmly tucking his hands behind his head, admiring his view from his prone position on his back, Zaid met my eyes and said, “You have me.”