Macchiato (Harry Styles)

17

TW: sexual content (just in the beginning of the chapter)

Ellie Davis

"You're getting bigger by every day, Ellie."

I cup my belly. It's huge now. I can feel the baby kick. It's so precious looking at it and visualizing how it's half me, half him. The fact that the baby I feel inside of me is actually real.

"You look sexy." I say, looking at Zayn.

He's leaning on the door to the bathroom looking at me sitting on the edge of the bed. His brown eyes and the long dark eyelashes, somehow they're close to me even though he's standing a couple of feet away.

"And you look extremely hot sitting there looking at me like that."

"Come here then." I spread my legs as an invitation.

A smirk forms on his lips by my invitation. He starts walking up to me. His hair is soaked and his body is wet from the shower. A single strain of hair hangs down on his face. He's wearing a white towel around his torso, covering the goods. His toned abs and tattoos shine from being in the shower. He is looking perfect.

He takes a steady grip of my face. I can see every detail in his brown eyes before he closes them and presses his lips against mine. His lips move fast just like his tongue inside of my mouth.

I scoot til the end of the bed where our lips lose contact and he is forced to lean on the side of my body as my belly makes it hard for him to be on top of me.

"This is possibly my favorite part of your pregnancy." He whispers against my lips.

"You like it? That I can't keep my hands off you?" I mumble to him.

"Very much." He smashes his lips against mine again.

I feel his towel loosen. I lay on my side and bring my leg up for him to hold it. I can feel his tip running over my slit and immediately pushing inside of me. I let out a small moan of pleasure. He's repeatedly thrusting in and out of me from behind. His bare chest is touching my back and his lips are puckering against my neck.

"Fuck- that feels so good." I moan tilting my head back into his neck.

He keeps up the pace and reaches between my legs to give further pleasure. He starts to rub my clit as he's still thrusting inside of me.

"Fuck- Zayn."

His finger on my clit starts circling faster.

"Wrong name, baby." I feel the shiver against my neck spreading down on my body.

I tilt my head and open my eyes to meet a pair of green eyes looking back at me.

I wake up with a jerk. My head immediately turns to my right to catch a glimpse of Zayn sleeping innocently by my side. I breathe uncontrollably. My chest is rising up and down without an end to it. My body is shaking and my eyes are widely open. I tense my jaw as my mouth is wired shut.

I bring my palm to my mouth and cover it out of loss for thoughts. My eyes draw down to my belly that is still not even showing a sign of pregnancy, thank god. I bring my hand down to my panties and shove them to the side to find myself soaked.

This is not good.

Why would my mind go there?

I lay down on my back looking up at the ceiling, but my mind keeps replaying what I just saw in my dream. Or was it a nightmare? I guess you could call it that? The definition of a nightmare must be that it freaks you out and that it did for sure.