"hygge"

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(noun) An Danish word, hygge is recognized as the warm and fuzzy feeling that overcomes you while you are enjoying the company of your favorite friends and the beauty of life.

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The next day, I come to Zach's after my work. I texted him that I'm going skating later today. I just needed some alone time and some space. I needed just a small escape from the reality, and what better place to do that than Zach's flat with an amazing view? 

Zach gave me a key to his flat. In case of emergency, he said. I greedily took it because I've gotten obsessed with him. I need him close to me at all times and I didn't even give it much thought. I just wanted to have access to him whenever I needed. He offered and I took. Selfishly.

And, damn it, for the first time in my life, I'm allowing myself to be selfish and do something that I want and need. I look after myself for the first time in my life, not putting others first. 

I hear Zach coming home. Home. To me. I'm leaning against the wall, looking out of the big windows, not thinking about anything but how lucky I am that I have someone who cares about me. 

Zach comes behind me and wordlessly wraps his arms around me from behind, squeezing me to him and putting his head on my shoulder, kissing my neck. "How are you?" he mumbles, breathing me in.

I close my eyes, leaning against his chest and put my hands on his arms around my stomach. "Really good actually. How are you?" 

I feel a smile coming onto his lips. "Better now." 

I sigh in happiness, absorbing the warmth and the safety of being in Zach's arms. Zach starts kissing the side of my neck, leaving the hot, wet kisses on the sensitive skin there. I cock my head to the side, granting him a better access. He moves his hands to my hips, bringing me closer to him.

I feel how aroused he is and I'm surprised at how quick he got hard. I let my head fall back on his shoulder and Zach takes my mouth by his, kissing me passionately; his mouth moving hard against mine, trying to consume me whole. 

I want to turn in his arms, but Zach doesn't let me. "No, I'm taking you from behind," he says without any shame. 

I love how blunt he is with me again. I think that last night helped us both to overcome the fear of being with each other. I was afraid that he doesn't want me anymore, but I think he was afraid of pressuring me. 

He presses me against the glass, his whole body pressing against mine so I feel every hard muscle of his. I moan at the touch and his mere presence so close to me. 

Zach nibbles on my ear as he whispers, "Ever since I first saw you standing at this window, admiring the view, it's my fantasy to fuck you right here," he admits hotly. 

I shudder at his words. I love how open he is about things like this. I don't have much experience with sex, but with Zach, I'm quickly starting to get ideas in my head. I'd do it all the time with him, honestly. "I would like that," I say a little breathlessly.

I keep my eyes closed because it heightens the sensation of Zach touching my skin, either with his lips or his fingers.

I feel his hand coming under my chin as he lifts my head and turns it to the side. "Look at me," he orders, his voice raspy and low, a sure sign of how turned on he is. 

I snap my eyes open, finding his lustful ones looking straight at me, taking it my whole face, my nose, my cheeks, stopping at my mouth. I sink my teeth onto it on purpose, feeling my lips tingle from having his intense eyes on them. 

He kisses me with a loud groan, crashing our lips together, fucking my mouth with his. It's insane how much I started to crave his touch. He starts tugging my sweatpants down, letting them drop down on the floor along with my panties. 

His hand goes down my body, stopping at my breast to squeeze it in his big palm, and then he travels it further down until he stops at my drenched centre already. He opens me up with his fingers, moaning in pleasure when he feels how wet I am already.

I feel his cock twitch at my back and I subconsciously roll my hips against it. Zach hisses. He pushes two fingers inside of me and instantly starting to pump them in and out of me. My pleasure is intense, climbing even higher.

Zach is holding my against his body, keeping me up on my toes, because when my orgasm hits me, I almost drop down to the floor from how hard he makes me come. "Oh, God ..." I groan, breathing hard with my head on Zach's shoulder. 

"Eyes open," he orders.

I open them to see him looking down at me. I have a beautiful view of his plump lips, his strong jaw and the beautiful lashes covering even more beautiful eyes that are now a few shades darker, his pupils dilated. 

"You look so fucking unbelievingly hot when I make you come," Zach says possessively. 

He grabs my jaw and kisses me again, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth and then pushing his tongue inside of my mouth, making me give in to him completely. My knees buckle again, but Zach holds me tight against him.

He loses his pants then and spreads my legs wider with his toe. He then forcefully pushes me forward, our lips disconnecting, as I'm flush against the cold glass. His mouth is at my ear again. "Eyes open the whole time, Analeigh. I want you to watch this view you love so much when I move my cock in and out of your drenching tight pussy." 

My eyes almost fall close again as my pussy clenches at his words. But I feel Zach spreading my ass cheeks then and I force my eyes to keep open, looking at the beautiful view before me, but my mind is all on the man behind me, suddenly entering me from behind.

He slowly pushes inside of me, stopping in the midway when he can't go further, and then goes back out. "Relax, Ana. Let me in," he coos, going back in again. 

I'm relaxed, alright, he's just too big, especially from this position. We both grunt when Zach pushes fully inside of me, now being inside of me whole. I feel him, his every inch, stretching me out to the maximum. 

It feels so good. I put my palms against the glass, spreading my legs even wider, and arch my bad slightly, pushing my chest against the glass. 

Zach wraps his hand in my hair for leverage as he starts to slowly fuck me from behind. My eyes flutter, but I force them open again. The pure pleasure Zach gives me is almost too much.

His cock moves in and out of me. I feel his breath against my neck, breathing in and out. He's fully enjoying this. "My God, you're so fucking tight, your pussy just doesn't let my cock go," Zach hisses out as he pulls almost all the way out and then coming back in. 

"Zach, oh, God ... Zach." I'm at loss of words, my mind is completely blank. I can only remember his name and I make sure I moan it to show him how good he makes me feel.

Zach's hand comes to my hip. "That's right. It's me giving you this pleasure. It's me, fucking you so good you won't ever, ever forget it." 

I groan and Zach tugs my head back by my hair, forcefully taking my bruised lips, kissing them hotly as he keeps fucking me, speeding his pace. 

I feel our skin slapping together at the force of his thrusts. I hear how wet I am every time he moves inside of me. 

Zach's hand sneaks under my shirt and he pushes down my bra, squeezing my breast. He keeps his hands there as he keeps fucking me until I'm screaming out his name as the second orgasm hits me. He doesn't stop, though, he keeps moving his hips, making long strokes now to hit every spot perfectly inside of me, making me feel every perfect inch of his. 

He finds the spot in me and he repeatedly strokes it with the tip until I'm coming again, my head falling forward, my forehead touching the glass. I'm exhausted. 

Zach's hand squeezes my breast again and his hand drops from my hair to my hip, gripping it tightly as he comes with a breath of my name on his lips, his head falling on my back and he rests it there for a moment. 

Both of us are breathing hard, trying to catch our breaths. Zach is still touching me, his hand now releasing my breast and going to my stomach, the other one staying on my hip. He turns me around after a few moments, his arms going around my tiny frame as he hugs me to his chest, his head resting on the back of my hair.

"I'm never letting you go, Analeigh. I'll never let you leave me, my flower," Zach breathes suddenly, his voice thick with emotions.

My eyes get wet at his sudden outburst as I cling to him tighter. It's not like I'll ever want to leave you, anyway. 

"I'll give you back the money you lent me."

Zach and I are laying in his bed later. We went to the ice hall to skate together and then out for dinner. Now we're both enjoying our time together. I'm laying on his bare chest and his fingers are going through my hair, relaxing me.

"No." 

I slightly move my head to see him impassively looking down at me, his lips in a tight line. "I don't need the money. It was for my mother." 

"I'm not taking it back." Zach scowls as if the thought is ridiculous.

"Well, I'm not taking it, either. It's not like I'll get to spend it. That's a lot of money."

"Spend it however you like it, it's yours." He pulls me up higher on his chest, kissing the top of my head.

I sigh. "I don't want you to think I can't take care of myself. I know you're richer and you live a wealthy life, and just because I don't have a lot of money, it doesn't mean that you have to give it to me. I earn some money at the restaurant, that's all I need," I explain to Zach, moving my fingers over his abs the whole time.

There's a silence from him. A silence too long. His fingers also stopped moving in my hair. I move my head to look at him again and see him openly staring at me in pure disbelief. "Where the fuck did this come from?" he suddenly asks. I can hear he's upset. 

I want to sit up on the bed to have a better look at him, but he doesn't let me, tightening his arm around me. Well, alright then. "You're my woman and I want to take care of you. It's got nothing to do with the money, Analeigh. I don't fucking care how much money you have or how much money I have. I can give it all away right now, it doesn't mean anything to me, anyway."

"Yes, but I won't be the one taking your money. I want to have my own and I needed that money for my mother's hospitalisation." 

"I know, but I'm telling you that I gave you the money and I don't want it back."

"I'm paying you back," I say adamantly. 

Zach chuckles. "You already did," he hums against my hair.

I slap his rock hard chest. "I'm paying you back every cent. That was the agreement!" 

Zach chuckles. "It wasn't, actually. I told you from the start that I don't want you paying me back." 

"You're so difficult," I grunt. "Have you always been like this?" 

Zach chuckles. "Pretty much." 

I smile, dropping the subject because I don't want to start a fight. "You know, I've been actually wondering about the women you dated."

"Oh, no," Zach groans in displeasure. "There were no girlfriends, Analeigh." 

"What? Stop joking, I'm serious!" 

"Yeah, so am I. I've never dated dated. There were girls, but there were no girlfriends," he explains.

Huh. Interesting. I would think that he'd dated tons of girls. "What about in high school? Or university?" 

Zach chuckles. "Those were a bit wild days with me. Parties and girls, that was the life of an every player back then. Although I was pretty focused on building my career, I only let loose at the parties."

I purse my lips. "Just out of curiosity, have you ever been with more than just one girl at the same time?"

I feel Zach's muscles tighten a bit. "You asking if I ever had a threesome?" 

My cheeks flame a bit and I stay quiet.

"I did," he replies curtly. 

I drink in the information, hating how my own muscles tighten at his response. "Are you still into that?" 

Zach tilts my head up and gives me a dark look. "I'm not sharing you," he says with no-bullshit tone. 

"Neither am I!" I say quickly, rushing to explain. 

Zach nods. "Good." He pecks my lips. "I'm not into that. You satisfy all my needs, flower." Zach grins cheekily, but then he suddenly rolls me on my back and climbs on top of me. "How about you, Ana? Any wild days? Boyfriends in the past?"

"I was a virgin, what do you think?" I scowl.

Zach chuckles, his hand coming to touch my breast. "Doesn't mean you couldn't have a boyfriend." 

"I didn't, actually." 

I feel Zach smile when he nuzzles his face into my neck. "I'm so glad I can be the one to teach you all the dirty things."

"Wha- oh," I squeak when his hand goes into my panties. 

I'M IN CLASS RIGHT NOW LMAO