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PILLOWTALK - Zayn

T he moment we burst through the door, it's like a dam breaking. Our hands are everywhere, tugging at clothes, desperate to feel skin against skin. Bradley's lips never leave mine, his kisses hot and urgent.

"Fuck, Amelia," he murmurs between kisses, his voice rough with need. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Yes," I gasp, trying to tug his shirt off. "Yes, Brad. I want this. Right now."

He pulls back slightly, a soft laugh escaping him as he helps me with his shirt. "Thank fuck," he says before bending forward and hoisting me up into his arms. My legs wrap around him instinctively, and I can feel his hardening erection through his pants. I rub myself against him as he carries me into my bedroom, the anticipation building with each step.

In the dim light of my room, he sets me down gently on the bed. He strips off his clothes first, every movement deliberate and controlled, his eyes never leaving mine. Seeing him naked, with his cock on full display, is something I don't think I'll ever get used to. The fact that I've tasted him, had my mouth full of him, is beyond me.

"Clothes, baby. Off," he instructs, his voice low and commanding.

I nod, my fingers trembling slightly as I stand and begin to undress, peeling off my dress, leaving on my matching red lace set—which, fun fact, had shown up on my doorstep this morning from Jamie and Kristie. Those two conniving little witches ordered me a whole bunch of ‘goodies', as they put it, and I could have killed them.

But, nevertheless, I couldn't not wear this set.

And judging by the look Bradley is giving me right now, I'd say it's worked.

He watches me like he wants to devour me. There's something in the way he looks at me. He's controlling, but in the most delicious way—never overpowering, just enough to motivate me to do what he asks. And let's be honest, I'd do just about anything if he asked me to.

I slowly peel off my bra, tossing it aside, and my underwear follows next. Bradley watches me intently, his gaze heating my skin. My mouth gapes open as he lifts a hand to palm his hard cock, giving it a tug and squeezing the tip. "You're beautiful," he whispers.

He towers over me, pressing me into the bed, his touch so arousing. His hands roam over my body, igniting a fire within me. I arch my back, craving more of his touch.

"You like when I touch you like this?" he murmurs, his voice low and husky.

"Yes," I breathe out, my body responding to his touch.

He takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting, before moving to the other. As he does this, his hand trails down, his fingers finding my clit easily. He dips a finger inside, and I finally feel how wet I actually am.

"So fucking wet, fuck," he groans. "Is this all for me, sunshine?"

I nod, my breath coming in short, excited gasps, barely able to contain a whimper of pleasure.

"It's all for you," I manage to say.

"Fucking oath it is," he says before capturing my mouth in a passionate kiss. Our tongues tangle, and his hand coasts up my torso. I arch into his touch, a blaze of heat lighting me up from the inside out as he rubs his thumb over my clit. I start feeling that familiar tension build up at my core. As he continues to coax my clit to attention with his thumb, his erection strains against me, and I can't stop looking at it.

I snake a hand down my stomach to palm his rock-hard erection, and he groans loudly. "Fuck, Amelia."

Suddenly, he stops, pulling back slightly. "What?" I ask, a mix of frustration and concern in my voice.

"I don't have a condom," he admits, his expression serious.

A smile tugs at my lips, embarrassment coursing through my veins. "I have one."

His eyebrows shoot up in disbelief, but I turn to my bedside table and grab the three foiled packets that had also been an added surprise in the parcel from Jamie and Kristie this morning. Maybe a thanks needs to go out to the girls, after all.

"Don't ask, just know they came from Jamie and Kristie."

He laughs softly before nodding, taking one of the packets and ripping it open with his teeth. He sheathes his impressive erection, and I watch in awe.

He positions me comfortably on my back, gently pushing my legs further apart before bracing himself over me. He leans down to kiss me, his kiss long and deep.

I whisper against his mouth, "I'm nervous."

"I've got you," he murmurs reassuringly. As he begins to move closer, I stop him, placing my hands on his chest.

"Wait. What if it doesn't fit?" I blurt out, my anticipation of potential discomfort evident.

He chuckles softly. "We're going to make it fit, Mills. Nice and slow." His words soothe the tension, calming my nerves. "Just keep looking at me," he whispers against my lips, his hand slipping between our bodies again, his thumb finding my clit. Sitting up, positioned in front of me, with my legs wrapped around his waist, I watch as he grips his impressive erection, rubbing the crown up and down my folds. I arch my back at the sensation.

Oh, that feels so good.

He positions his tip at my entrance, and I can only nod, locking my eyes with his as he pushes forward. I grip the sheets at my sides, bracing myself against the tight resistance of my body. I bite my lip to stifle a whimper, my breaths turning ragged. He encounters more resistance, and I hold my breath. "Oh, God. I don't think I can take it."

"You can take it, baby. Breathe. Deep breaths. Once the crown passes through, it'll be smooth sailing from there."

My eyes widen. "Oh my god. You mean that's only the tip?"

Sitting up, I look down to see our bodies joined, confirming that not even half of him is inside me yet. God help me.

He chuckles, the sound deep and warm. "Still have another six inches to go."

Despite the discomfort, I want more . I want to feel more of him. I squeeze my eyes shut, bracing myself for the pain.

"Hey. Eyes on me, Amelia." His voice is strained but gentle, and I lock my gaze with his. "I'll go slow. You tell me when it's too much, and I'll stop," he reassures me. I watch as he bites his lip, his brows furrowing, and the tension in me eases a bit.

"Are you good?" I ask, and a breath of laughter escapes his lips.

"Yeah," he manages. "It's just... You're so tight, and I'm trying to be gentle. Just bear with me, okay?"

I nod quickly. "Of course."

Surprisingly, the anticipated pain doesn't come. Once his head passes through, the rest of him eases in much smoother. I finally exhale when he's buried to the hilt. There's a dull ache, but it's manageable. His movements are gentle and measured, and the discomfort gradually gives way to pleasure, deeper and more intense.

"You okay? Can I start moving?" His concern for my well-being warms my heart.

"Yes. Please," I say, lifting up and grabbing hold of his muscular arms. He hovers just above me, his palms resting on either side of my head. Leaning down, he captures my lips with his as he pulls out slightly before moving back in, sending a delicious sensation through my body.

Goodness me.

The connection between us feels electric. Each slow, deliberate thrust builds a new kind of pleasure inside me. My fingers glide over his back, soothing and reassuring, and I realise the discomfort is fading away.

Oh . This… this is different.

Suddenly, I'm eager to learn more. My hips lift instinctively, seeking movement, and Bradley growls, pulling back. Instead of pulling all the way out, he thrusts back in. I gasp as a beautiful tension stirs inside me. I focus on his face, captivated by the mix of lust and tenderness in his eyes, the way his jaw tightens, like he's holding back just for me. He leans down and kisses me softly.

"You're doing so good," he murmurs, his breath warm against my lips. "Keep your eyes on me, okay?"

His blue eyes lock onto mine, taking in every pant, every bounce of my breasts with each thrust. Suddenly, he pushes harder, moves faster. "I'm so close, Brad." A loud whimper escapes me, but I don't care.

Bradley growls, "Such a good girl. Come for me." His dirty words send a rush of heat through me, spurring me on even more. My moans get louder, and he picks up the pace—not too hard, but more intense. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure through my body, building a delicious pressure that's almost too much to bear.

"Fuck, I don't think I can hold out much longer," he says through gritted teeth.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," I gasp, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts, feeling the tension coil tighter and tighter. And when Bradley's thumb presses down on my clit again, I shatter. Loudly. It's so intense, I can't stop moaning his name, over and over.

Bradley, Bradley, Bradley.

My eyes flutter shut as my body shudders uncontrollably, jerking hard against him. He grips my hips tight, following me into climax with a loud groan, his movements becoming more erratic. As the waves of pleasure slowly subside, he pulls out of me gently, wincing a bit. I lean up on my elbows, glancing down at the bed. There's a small pink stain on the sheet, and panic sets in.

"It's okay, sunshine. That's perfectly normal," Bradley reassures me. I nod, trying to calm my racing heart. He gently tilts my chin up. "Hey, I didn't hurt you, did I?"

I shake my head quickly. "No, not at all. That was incredible."

He hums his approval before hopping off the bed to toss the condom. When he comes back, he's got a warm, damp towel from my bathroom. He wipes me gently, and out of nowhere, I feel tears welling up in my eyes.

What the heck?

I don't understand why I'm crying. Maybe it's because I've never felt so close to someone before, or maybe it's the way he's taking care of me, so tender and thoughtful. It's overwhelming, this rush of emotions, feeling so cherished and safe. Before I can stop them, the tears start to fall. Bradley notices right away, his face full of concern.

"Amelia? Hey, what's wrong?" His voice is so gentle, it makes me want to cry even more.

"I don't know," I whisper, feeling overwhelmed. "This was perfect. You're perfect. I'm just… feeling everything."

He sits beside me, pulling me into his arms. "Fuck. It's okay. You can let it out. I'm here."

I feel so embarrassed. Is this what it's supposed to feel like? Don't get me wrong, that was bloody amazing. It was everything I could've hoped for with Bradley.

Disappointed? Absolutely not.

Relieved? Maybe?

Complete? Definitely.

Gosh, am I supposed to be crying? Is this like those cheesy romance movies where the girl cries after the perfect night? Except, I'm not sad or upset—just overwhelmed in a good way. Crying after sex isn't exactly the sexiest thing, is it? But then again, Bradley's reaction is sweet.

This feeling, though, this connection —it's like he's seeing right through me, and I'm not sure I've ever felt so vulnerable yet safe at the same time. Is this what people mean when they talk about being truly intimate? It's overwhelming, yet I don't want it to end. Bradley's tenderness, his care—it's breaking down walls I didn't even realise I had. And here I am, baring my soul in a way I never expected.

" Ughh, I'm so embarrassed," I mutter, trying to hide my face.

He tsks at me, gently lifting my chin. "You never have to feel embarrassed for feeling emotions, sunshine. Don't bottle anything up." His thumbs wipe away my tears gently, and then he leans in to kiss my lips softly.

"You should take your own advice, you know," I say softly, not meant to tease, but glancing up to see him smiling.

"Touche, Mills."

"You really should try opening up more. I love talking to you, you know, about… everything."

"For you, sunshine, I'll try. I promise."

He guides me up, urging me to stand. I watch as he heads to my tallboy, rummaging through for underwear and pyjamas. When he finds them, he returns to me, gesturing for me to lift my arms so he can slip my top on. Then he bends down, gently coaxing me to lift my legs, sliding on my underwear and shorts in one smooth motion. As he pulls them up, his lips brush against my most sensitive part, so tenderly that tears well up in my eyes again. He finishes pulling up my shorts and then swiftly strips off the dirty bed sheet, tossing it to the floor.

"Where do you keep your spare sheets?" he asks.

I point to my tallboy. "Bottom drawer."

He follows my direction, retrieving a fresh fitted sheet and placing it on the bed with care. When I move to help, he gently stops me. "Let me."

After he finishes making the bed, he takes my wrist, guiding me back toward it. I start to apologise again, but he interrupts me. "No more apologising, not to me, not to anyone. Ever."

I just nod, feeling his warmth enveloping me as he tucks me snugly under the covers. Resting my head on his chest, I hear the steady thump of his heart. His body is firm yet comforting, like the best cuddle ever. With his strong arms wrapped around me, gently rocking me with each breath, I begin to relax.

The rhythm of his heartbeat becomes a familiar melody, lulling me closer to sleep. In this quiet moment, as I feel his presence so intimately, I realise something profound stirring within me: I guess I've felt this for a while but couldn't quite find the words. Maybe all those butterflies weren't just about nerves after all.

I am completely and hopelessly in love with Bradley Mitchell.

As I wake, sunlight spills through my blinds. I stretch out my arms, expecting to feel Bradley beside me, but the bed is empty. Panic sets in. Did he leave? I could have sworn he stayed the night. I look around and spot a note on my bedside table.

Just went home to grab a change of clothes and freshen up.

Will be back soon. I promise. Xx

Relief washes over me. I quickly freshen up myself and head to the kitchen to make some coffee, the note still in my hand. As I boil the kettle, the sound of the front door opening catches my attention. I turn to find Bradley walking in, his hands full—juggling a parcel, a gym bag, and a small paper bag. His eyes light up when he sees me.

"Morning, sleepyhead," he greets with a warm smile, planting a kiss on my forehead.

I yawn, rubbing my eyes. "Sleepyhead? It's barely eight a.m."

"Yeah, and? I'm awake at the crack of dawn, sweetheart. It's midday for me now."

I pout playfully. "Since you don't drink coffee, how do you even function in the mornings?" I ask, my voice light and curious.

He frowns slightly, smiling as if trying to figure out what I'm really asking. I clear my throat, feeling a bit silly. "Like, what drives you to get things done? If I don't have a cup of coffee in the morning, I'm basically a zombie all day."

He chuckles, a twinkle in his eye. Then, with a smirk, he leans back. "My brain, I guess. It just doesn't stop."

I giggle, nodding. "Hm. Yeah that brain of yours does seem pretty clever. Makes total sense."

He grins, teasing, "Guess that means I'll now have to watch out for zombie-you on coffee-free days."

I laugh, shaking my head. "You might have to!"

He winks at me. "Oh, by the way, this parcel was at your door."

Huh? Parcel? Oh no, not another one. Surely this isn't from the girls again. I tentatively pick up the parcel, inspecting it, yet nothing indicates where it came from—just my name and address.

Odd.

Opening it, I freeze before clearing my throat .

"What? What is it?" he asks, going into all protective mode. I take a step back, embarrassment kicking in.

"N-nothing! It's just something for work," I stutter. He raises an eyebrow at me, not buying it. Yeah, I don't even sound convinced by that. Bradley moves closer, his curiosity evident. I quickly tuck the package behind my back, but it's too late.

He's seen it.

The pink wand vibrator with packaging is as clear as the blue skies this morning. Just a quick glance at it would have anyone recognising what it is. Oh, I'm going to kill the girls when I see them on Monday.

Bradley raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk forming on his lips. "Something for work, huh?" he teases, stepping even closer.

I swallow hard, my heart racing. "Yeah, well, sort of..."

He laughs softly, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "You're a terrible liar, Amelia." I bite my lip, trying to think of something to say, but my mind is blank. "If I knew toys were your thing, I would have bought you some." His voice is low and husky. Oh, God. Is it possible to be even more mortified than I am already?

I blink rapidly. "I'm not. It was... um, it's just a gag gift from Jamie and Kristie," I manage to say, though my voice wavers.

Bradley's smirk widens. "Some friends you got."

"Mhm, yep!" I reply, swallowing hard.

He brushes my hair to one side and places a kiss on my shoulder. The touch sends a shiver down my spine, intensifying the heat between us. He turns me around to face him, and my eyes drop to his mouth. He leans in, his breath warm against my cheek. "You know," he says, his lips ghosting over mine, "I could help you test it out." My breath hitches, my body reacting to his proximity.

"Is that so?" I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.

God, I wouldn't even have the tiniest clue how to use something like this.

Bradley's hand slides to the small of my back, pulling me closer. "Only if you want, sunshine," he murmurs, his eyes flickering with amusement as he takes the parcel from my hands. He opens the box and pulls out the vibrator, his smirk growing wider. My face is on fire, and I can barely meet his gaze.

"I... um, I don't even know how..." I stammer, feeling utterly out of my depth.

"Do you want me to show you?" he asks, and his voice is so deep and smooth it sends shivers down my spine. God, yes.

I nod a little too quickly, and a nervous laugh escapes my lips. Before I know it, he's pinning me to the bench, his lips crashing into mine and kissing me senseless. My thoughts scatter, my body responding to him instinctively. His hands roam over me, igniting a fire wherever he touches. I lose myself in the kiss, forgetting everything but the way he makes me feel.

Then he lifts me, carrying me to my bedroom and gently setting me down on the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. "I've got the whole day to myself," he says, his voice low and filled with promise. "I plan on having my way with you many, many times."

A shiver of anticipation runs through me. "Oh, really?"

He nods. "Mhm. Is that going to be an issue for you? Do you have other plans?"

"Oh, well, not sure. I'd have to double-check," I tease back, feeling a surprising surge of confidence overwhelming me.

"Oh, yeah?" he asks, and I nod at him, enjoying this new boldness.

"Not before I make you come, though."

"So sure of yourself, aren't you?" I retort.

"Do you doubt me?" He raises his brow, and I definitely do not. I like this game we're playing, and I'd be lying if I said I'm not turned on right now. I love teasing him.

"Hm. I guess you'll have to show me."

He scoffs a laugh. "My pleasure, baby. In fact, I'm going to show you just how many times I can make you come."

"And how many is that?" I ask, my voice quivering slightly.

With a wicked gleam in his blue eyes, he hops off the bed and steps out momentarily. I hear a bag open; the tap runs quickly, and then he returns, holding something behind his back. He pulls the pink vibrator out from behind him, but that's not all. He's holding a pair of handcuffs in his other hand.

Yes. Handcuffs .

My eyes widen, and my jaw drops.

"Second guessing yourself now, sunshine?"

I'm speechless, unable to say anything. I swallow the lump in my throat. "Bradley," I breathe.

"You had a lot to say just before. Let's put the theory to the test." He smirks, twirling the handcuffs around his finger. "Trust me?"

I nod without any hesitation, still unable to find my voice. This is so dirty. Kinky . And I absolutely love every bit of it.

He steps closer, his eyes never leaving mine as he gently cuffs my wrists, attaching them to the metal frame headboard. My breathing hitches, but I am so turned on right now, squirming against the restraints.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his lips brushing against mine. "We'll start off slow." He slides my pants and underwear off in one movement, leaving me bare and exposed. "Open for me, sunshine," he says, tapping my thigh.

I'll never tire of him calling me that. I do as he says and open my legs, not caring about anything else because I trust this man wholly. Who would have thought that this man, always so controlled and poised, had a kinky side?

Someone pinch me.

"So fucking perfect," he murmurs, dipping his head and placing a kiss on my sensitive flesh before parting me and diving in. His tongue makes lazy strokes, and I moan out loud. For a moment, he works me with his tongue, loosening me up. Then he inserts a finger, followed by another, and I arch into his touch. Just when I think I can't take any more, he removes his fingers and reaches for the vibrator. It comes to life quickly, the subtle hum filling the room. I swallow my nerves, anticipation coursing through me.

He presses it to my thighs gently, trailing it down to my inner thigh, straight to my clit—holding it there softly at first, gauging my response. I bite my lip, nodding for him to continue.

"Always so responsive," he murmurs, his voice dripping with temptation. "Such a good girl."

The way he talks, the way he moves—it's intoxicating. Every nerve in my body is on fire, and I'm teetering on the edge of ecstasy. My wrists are screaming to be free, but I don't care one bit. The thrill of being restrained only adds to the sensation. He moves the vibrator slowly from my thigh, over to my pelvic bone, before dipping it lower. When it finally touches me, my body jolts forward, the handcuffs clinking against the bed frame. The vibrations pulse through me, building and building until I can't hold back any longer.

"Bradley," I gasp. "I'm so close."

He smirks, his eyes dark with desire. "Then let go, sunshine, and count for me. Let me see you fall apart." The intensity is overwhelming as the vibrator pulses against me, sending waves of electric pleasure that shoot through my core. The sensation is all-consuming, making my body tremble with each wave of stimulation. I cry out his name, lost in the sensation. My orgasm washes over me suddenly, making me jolt as the vibrator continues to rub softly against my clit. My body trembles with pleasure, each spasm heightening the exquisite waves of ecstasy.

"I don't hear you counting," he teases.

"One," I manage, and Bradley beams, a low growl rumbling from his chest. I glance down, noticing the impressive bulge in his trackies. In a flash, he's undressing, his cock springing free. With practised ease, he pulls out a condom from his pocket and swiftly sheathes himself.

"You ready to count again? "

"Oh, God. I don't think I can," I manage to whisper.

"Oh, yes you can, sunshine," he assures me, and with a smooth, slow motion, he's thrusting into me. I revel in the way he fills me up, the slight discomfort now quickly fading into a pleasurable sensation.

My hands strain against the handcuffs. The clinking of metal fills the air, blending with my moans and the sound of our bodies moving together. As he powers into me, he presses his thumb to my clit, and a second orgasm wracks my body, Bradley following along not long after, groaning through his own release. After not two, but three orgasms, I'm utterly spent. We both struggle to catch our breaths. He pulls out slowly and unlocks the handcuffs. I roll my wrists around, savouring the feeling of freedom, before falling back onto the bed with him.

He grabs my wrists and massages them where the restraints had once been. Bradley then collapses beside me, his chest heaving. I turn my head to look at him, a lazy smile playing on my lips.

Yeah, I could get used to this.