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at least people would know you’re well taken care of. Making sure that if you were ever to wear that skirt again. Breaking off the eye contact he started to nibble your skin, biting and sucking and repeating to the other thigh.He continued to tease you, knowing your sensitive spots as he left marks. Discarding the materials, he moved your knees apart, you held onto the edges of the counter as you looked down on him, he looked up to you and met your eyes as he kissed your inner thighs. !!ĭeciding he hated the skirt, he pulled his hand between your thighs as he bent down in front of you, sliding down your skirt along with your undies, he gave a small chuckle as he look at your undies, already soaking wet. It looks good on you, but if you wear it outside then. His eyes trailed down to your heaving chest, then down to that skirt. Zen licked his lips, seeing you use his hand to bring more pleasure to yourself, he couldn’t take off his eyes off you, your lips parted and cheeks flushed. You squeezed your thighs together with his hand still cupping your sex, wanting more friction. How many nights have you been going to bed longing for him? You couldn’t remember, all you know was you missed him, you miss long nights with Zen, whether be it simply cuddling or some.

He couldn’t help himself but chuckle as he looked at you, already a hot mess with a little make out and some friction on your sex. Pulling away you looked at Zen, eyes hooded with desire, a noticeable bulge already on his sweatpants. Zen lifted your thighs as he sat you on the kitchen counter without breaking the kiss, his hand around your waist to pull you closer while his other hand snaked down into your undies, fingers rubbing you slowly as you leaked through the fabric making you moan into the kiss. While his tongue danced with yours, his hands slowly caress your cheeks with an occasional squeeze. As Zen continued to ravish your mouth, you took a step back, Zen’s hands snaked down to cup your buttocks, squeezing them making you moan in the kiss. Zen didn’t waste any time, he licked your lips asking for entrance in which you oblige. When you stood up, you jumped as a hand suddenly was on your ass, when you turned around you were met by a kiss from Zen, his other hand on your chin, pulling you for a deep kiss. You continued to put away the remaining ones, as you bent down Zen chocked on his own saliva. What caught Zen’s eye was how your skirt went up when you tiptoed to put something on a high shelf.

He tiptoed his way in as he found you on the kitchen, still putting away some groceries. When Zen came in he noticed your shoes at the doorstep, a grin on his face. You peeked into the room to check your sleeping boyfriend, but he wasn’t there anymore. He readied himself and fetches a bottle of water before he went on with his morning jog.Ĭoming back from the market, you slowly put away what you bought.

Another sigh left his lips, knowing you won’t be back for at least an hour, he got out from bed and put on his tracking pants.

Zen shook his head, trying to shake the thoughts out of his head before it leads to another. He already misses your warmth, your hugs, your touch, your skin. He sighed, missing you more than ever, he had been working late for the past few days that he’d go home only to catch you asleep already. Usually he’d be up early, cuddling you for a few more minutes before he goes on with his morning jog. He didn’t like Monday mornings, knowing you’d be up earlier than him to go to the market. He frowned realizing you weren’t there, hugging a pillow in your place. Zen’s hand patted the right side of the bed, trying to feel your presence but to no avail.