Zayn dropped the phone in his hand. His hands hung to the sides of his body. Cassandra blinks at the phone that was cracked and lying half dead on the ground. The master of sex from 2057 takes a deep breath and turns on his heel. Thinking he was shocked, overwhelmingly much to leave his dead communication gadget scattered on the ground, Cassandra loses her determination to have sex with her boyfriend.
“Are you…” Before she could voice her opinion, asking if he won’t fuck her, the man turns around and smiles.
“Oh.” Cassandra realizes when he lifts his hand, closing the door and bolting it from within.
He comes back to her, holding her face with fondness.
“Don’t you ever think of not trusting me…” he kisses her cheek, “I will cherish this moment forever.”
Says Zayn to his girlfriend. Blushing like a tomato, the virgin-by-experience sits on the bed while she removes her spectacles. Zayn purses his lips into a thin line, thinking how cute she was because she thinks that is how sex starts.
“Why are you laughing?” She asks him innocently.
“Nothing, love. Just reminded me of something.” Says Zayn.
“J-Just come here.” Stumbling on her words, Cassandra calls the man who returns from closing the curtains.
Before sitting on the couch, he pinches his skin as he stands in front of her. She looks at him with a scrutinizing gaze.
“I wanted to test if I’ll feel the touch by myself or not. We aren’t in our bodies… but somehow we feel-”
“Enough with your stupid theories. Just come!”
“Whoa!” As the excited girl pulls him down, he lands right on top of her as she is pinned to the mattress. Her hands were flat on his chest, he blinks at her several times, before smiling and saying, “It’s okay. I know you’re eager.”
Cassandra softly nods to his statements.
He helps her undress as she tries to cover her legs. Pushing her down to the bed, he sees that she was still holding onto her chest.
“There’s nothing that I didn’t see of your already, Cassie. What are you hiding from me?” He asks.
Her flushed face says it all.
“Relax…” his voice held magic in it. As he holds her face with his hands, her legs around him, he draws his hands slowly and devilishly against her skin. He was cascading on her, caressing her with love. Suddenly, as he touches her waist, she feels a shudder and goosebumps erupt on her skin.
“This is embarrassing…” she concludes on her own.
“It’s not. Do you trust me?” Cassandra meekly nods at him.
“Spread your legs for me, princess.” He whispers to her softly. Her eyes widened as she hears him, she almost refuses to open her legs for him. She knows what he was about to do, but as a consciously driven individual… she was worried about a great lot.
“Please, Cassie. Don’t underestimate yourself. I sniff your underwear every chance that I get. I am dying to eat you out.” It was as if cloud nine came down to earth for her. Before she could reply, the man was already licking the walls of her which was surprisingly wet.
“You’re this ready for me, yet you don’t want me to taste you? You’re selfish, Cassandra.”
He draws his tongue across her clit.
“Ah…” Giving up, she falls back into the bed and she holds his head close to her core. Even if she wanted to deny it, her body was loving him.
“That’s right… moan for me, my love.” Says the man. Taking his words as her command, she dutifully moans at each and every pleasurable point that he licks with his tongue and sucks with his lips.
He held her tightly apart, her thighs were crushing his shoulders, but he didn’t mind that. It was her first time. At least mentally.
Her body creases up with pleasure, her muscles jerking as he flicked her clit. She loved the pleasure, more so because it was Zayn; her hot professor eating her out with passion.
Within a few minutes, the woman tremors with pleasure as she calls, “I’m close… I’m close… fuck…”
Coming all over his face, the man licks every drop of her liquid clean off his face and her body too.
“How d-do I taste?” Suddenly becoming a little of a daredevil, Cassandra asks him as he fetches a condom from his pocket. Rolling it onto himself, he looks at her sweaty, pulsating body.
“You taste as if love had a flavor.”
His words make her blush even worse than before. Chuckling, he was done wrapping his poor cock into the condom. He didn’t want to risk pregnancy, especially not when their bodies aren’t theirs but someone else’s from the past.
However, Cassandra gulps loudly when the man closes the distance between their pelvises.
He pushes her frail body with ease while adjusting himself to her.
“I don’t know if this may hurt mentally or physically to you.”
“I think option one will be felt.” He chuckles again at her joke. Slowly, Zayn pushes himself into her as both their eyes roll to the back of their heads.
He slowly glides into her pussy, Stretching her deliciously with his girth and length. Surprisingly, the 19-year-old Zayn of his reincarnation was pretty much a decent size… but maybe less girthy and long than himself.
Zayn wanted to endure the overwhelming love he was forced to feel. His hormones, especially his oxytocin… made him feel He was falling in love all over again.
Both their eyes closed as they recorded the feeling in their brains forever, Zayn says to his beloved little Cassandra.
“Love…” he caresses her hair, gently kissing her scrunched face, “If you want me to stop, I will.”
“If I told you to stop, then I wouldn’t have asked you to fuck me, Zayn.
Don’t stop.
Fuck me…” little daredevil pulls Zayn into her, biting his ear lobe as she sexily whispers again,
“Fuck me hard, Zayn. After all,
It’s just us in the house.”