I slid inside him slowly, and the moment I did, I looked into his eyes and didn't look away.
Zayn gasped, his fingers tightening around my shoulders. But even then, his eyes stayed on mine, wide and unguarded. It felt like we were saying everything we hadn't said aloud, all in that one shared look.
I moved gently, barely thrusting, just enough to stay deep, just enough to feel him clench around me. But my eyes never left his. And his never left mine.
He whispered my name once, just once, but it was enough to make my entire chest tighten.
My hand slid over his cheek, thumb brushing beneath his eye as I kept moving. Not fast. Not rough. Just the way he deserved to be touched.
This is what I want every morning and night.
