his cheek

creased against

the silk pillow

amid the rumpled

sheets

it's enough

to make

my heart yearn

and my self-control

grow weak

He stirs and my breath falters but then sleep tugs gently at him again.

I think of

the buzz

and vibrations

of his lips,

the eager movements

of his sweet

fingertips

dipping inside

me slowly

i coat him

with fresh milk

i hum

blissfully

as he finds

my precious

seed

i pollinate

with him inside,

swapping milk

for honey

teeth nipping, your fingers between my legs. You palm me until I moan and pull me closer, kissing my softer and licking at me skin until you find my hips and tug off my boxers

sweet milk and honey

press a kiss to my inner thigh, suck a love bite there and I'll bend my legs for you as your tongue works at my tight ring

hitting my bundle of nerves and eating me out until I scream out your name

Zayn

remind me how to breathe

teach me how to think

teach me

sweet milk and honey

you pull up and lick teasingly up my shaft, milk and honey dribbling onto your moist tongue

i shiver as you lap it up

sweet milk and honey

if your tongue is tired, dip your nibble fingers in

kiss me passionately

look at me Zayn, long black lashes batting and say those words

say them and mean them

again and again

and I'll say them too

i love you, i love you

i do

flip us around, gripping at my hips and pour a generous amount of lube onto your hand

so cold, warm in up with tender fingers and rub it against my skin

press your thumb to my slit and my hips will snap upward

make my body dance for you

for you

sweet milk and honey

for you

clench and unclench around me and my lips will part for you

i won't feel empty

because you fill me up

your thumb tracing over my hip bone

i'll let my moans get lost in your warm mouth as my hips roll and press down

on you

press down on you

sweet milk and honey

i love you

i do

I wake up drenched in a cold sweat, my heart pounding out of my chest.

I sit up abruptly, hitting the headboard with a clang.

"Harry?" Zayn's voice is groggy with sleep, deep and slow just for me.

He pushes back the coils plastered to my forehead.

"Are you alright love?"

I bite at the inside of my cheek, my face flushing. He just chuckles, his hand slipping down to my slick boxers.

"Wet for me babe?"

Oh God. Fuck. I know a lot of words. Hell, I know a little Spanish and Italian too. The irony of not knowing a lick of the English language right now. Incoherent thoughts.

I can't even seem to string together simple syllables.

26 letters in the English alphabet but when he touches me there gingerly only two come out.

oh

"sometimes my tongue

is impatient

and tries to commit

your skin to memory

and my mouth

just wants

to wander

let me count

the freckles

on your body

and trace

your black

tattoos

and allow

my hands

to travel

and roam

so you can be

my new

favorite place"

So I grant him permission and he licks a stripe across my collarbone and his fingers stroke down my ribs.

He seizes my hands and captures my breath, licking at my nipples until my back arches off the bed.

"damp curls

and rosy cheeks

i've never known you

this way before"

Our mouths collide like asteroids in space. There is no space between us. I wouldn't want there to be.

fission and fusion

and bursts

of light

behind my closed lids

lungs expanding

and exploding

my heart

a pulsing

ball of heat

within my chest

Time can stop.

He stopped time.

My cock tingles and I want to rush, rush, rush because I know I don't have forever but God, I need this.

I don't want to wait.

Once again, his hands slip under the thick band of my underwear, curling around my growing erection. His fingers are so cold my spine tingles. I try to swallow the moan threatening to crawl out of the back of my throat but I fail.

he is sure

to look at me

as he places

his fingers there

electrical wire,

my lip quivers

and he smiles

because i am

a switchboard

and he is

the circuit

he sparks

electricity

within me

we also

make music

his hands

tugging

at my damp curls

our hips moving

rhythmically

make music

out of me

music

out of

me

sweet milk and honey

milk and honey

"Do you know the difference between sex and making love," he inquires.

How does he expect my brain to function at a time like this?

"Tell me," I say breathlessly.

His answer is murmured softly against my neck, his fingers still working diligently inside of me.

"Sex joins two bodies but making love joins two souls."

All he has done to me is move his fingers but I let out a series of quick, desperate gasps and I come so hard I nearly black out.

"So beautiful," he whispers, his fingers brushing through my hair.

I came so suddenly, so messily, spilling milk and honey cream all over his tan fingers.

my body quaked

as I released

choked little gasps

and staggered breaths

seeing stars

seeing stars

i love him

i love him

i do

His tongue dips in now, etching patterns until my erratic heartbeat is calm and my body stills.

he stops

too soon

but i'm all

cleaned up

and when

he kisses me

i can taste

my own

milk

and honey

"i like my body when it is with your

body. It is so quite new a thing.

Muscles better and nerves more.

i like your body. i like what it does,

i like its hows. i like to feel the spine

of your body and its bones, and the trembling

-firm-smooth ness and which i will

again and again and again

kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,

i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz

of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes

over parting flesh ... And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new"

"E.E. Cummings," I sigh.

"The cum jokes are quite funny, no?"

I nuzzle into the crook of his neck, my laughter becoming muffled.