Syn

My eyes followed her every movement as she adjusted herself on top of me. I moved my hands to her waist to help her support herself and she placed a hand on my shoulder. Her other hand wrapped around my hard shaft and I stilled, sucking in a breath. It had been too long since I'd felt her. Too long since I'd had her around my fingers like that.

From the very first day I was inside her- felt her. Every other day that passed that I didn't, felt too long. Needless to say after almost three weeks, I'd lost it. I craved every part of her. I could still taste her on my tongue yet I longed for more. She made me feel like a hormonal teen. Her body, her eyes, her lips, her skin-I could go on.

I was fucking crazy about her.

I felt her heat at the tip of my dick and my fingers dug into her soft hips, aching to pull her down. But I held back. I was good enough at giving and holding back what and how much she needed when I was on top of her, but this was different territory. She'd be taking all of me.

"Wait," I managed to breathe out and her eyes fluttered open to mine and my chest swelled. My girl. My hand wrapped around to her back, disappearing between her legs. My fingers became slick along her folds and I dipped a finger into her. Then another. "Always so fucking wet for me, hm?" I pushed my fingers in and out of her pussy and her breathing became ragged.

I watched her, both in curiosity and fascination and her head fell onto my shoulder. I teased her clit, a smile reaching my lips as a low moan rumbled through her. Good. I wanted her to be ready. When I was able to tease in a third finger, I removed my hand and slapped her ass. "As you were."

She lifted her head, her lips bruised and tender from my kisses, parted. Her skin flushed as she looked at me. She was a sight. Her eyes fell to my mouth and I immediately knew what she wanted. And I happily obliged.

I kissed her, my hand moving to her cheek and pushing her hair past her ears. Her plump lips were soft against mine, meeting me with a tender familiarity that clashed against my roughness.

When I kissed her, I wanted to claim her. To possess her and make her forget about anyone else. Her kisses replied with, make me. Tender and submissive if you let it be but that depended on her mood. I was completely enamored with each and every one.

When she pulled away, she took a deep breath as if the kiss had given her all the strength she needed and I looked at her, amused.

"Is something funny to you?" She asked me and I pressed my lips together and shook my head. With a raised brow, she wrapped her hand around my cock again. This time pumping it as she eyed me. It was my turn to pretend that she wasn't affecting me as much as she was. "Mm. That's what I thought."

Don't test me, Princess.

I let out a huff of laughter that immediately fell quiet the moment I felt her sweet pussy wrap around my tip and she smiled. "That's what I thought," she whispered this time teasing me.

"You have one more strike," I gritted out as she lifted herself off of me.

I looked down and saw my dick glistening with my pre-cum and her wetness and I swallowed. She eased herself down onto me again and I watched as my length disappeared into her. Only a couple of inches this time, but fuck me I was addicted to the way she fit around me. Like a fucking glove. In every sense of the statement, she was made for me. And me only. Just as I was made for her.

No one could hold a flicker of a candle to her.

"Syn," I heard her groan and my attention snapped back to her. "Help me out, please?"

She winced a bit, her hand moving to her side and I sat up, holding her against me. "I told you it was too soon, Princess."

I moved to ease out of her and she placed a hand on my forearm. She shook her head. "No, no, no. It's just a little soreness. I want this."

When I tilted my head, not fully believing her, a smile spread across her lips. "Pretty please?" She whispered.

I scoffed. "Pretty please?"

Her eyes flicked to my lips and then back to my eyes again. "Pretty please fuck me...?"

How could I say no...

The words fuck and please sounded like a prayer on her lips. The only one that I could hear and I would never have the strength to say no to it.

She knew what she was doing to me too. Her brown eyes twinkled with victory before I was able to even say yes.

"What am I going to do with you?"

"I just told you, duh."

Zero strikes. You're out. Her duh sent me into fucking orbit and she knew it would too. She liked playing with fire.

I held my length in my fist and held her hip with my other. I angled myself in her and when she placed both hands on my shoulders, I pulled her down. Slowly. So tight. Almost too tight but this is where I fucking belonged.

I'd fit.

Her head fell back, her neck exposed as her curls fell past her shoulders. I placed a kiss on her sensitive skin- sucking and licking as moans slipped past her lips. It was slight, but any distraction would do.

The moment I felt her relax around me, I eased her onto my cock.

Completely.

She moaned loud, the sound a symphony in my ears as I helped her move up and down my shaft. "Good?" I asked her, breathless.

"Perfect," she whispered, licking her lips.

I nodded, giving her a peck on her shoulder before lying back on the bed. Her hands trailed down to my torso as she readjusted herself. My hands remained on her hips, loosely guiding her as she lowered herself onto me.

She coated me in her, bouncing up and down and my eyes followed her every movement. I had her, but I needed more.

I raised my knees and she fell onto me, lips parted and breathing uncontrolled. Her palm landed beside my head- her fingers digging into the sheets for a semblance of relief. But just as she wasn't letting me catch my breath, I wouldn't let her get it.

My mouth wrapped around her full breast, my teeth grazing her pebbled nipples. I watched her lips part into the most beautiful O as she screamed out. I washed the pain away with my tongue before moving across her chest and her fingers became lost in my hair- lightly pulling in her throes of passion and I felt my cock twitch deep inside her warmth.

Fuck.

I grabbed her hips, circling my own to meet her every time she came down on me. My ears were blessed with the cacophony that were her moans and screams and I felt the familiar intensity gather at the base of my cock. I was close. Too close. And I wasn't ready to let go of her. But if she kept grinding herself down on my dick the way she was...

"Slow down for me, Princess." I wrapped my arms around her, taking control of the pace and her body shivered above me. I let myself ease into her, slow. And our eyes connected. Lust, love, desire...everything that I never thought I needed to see in someone's eyes was the only thing I saw when I looked into hers. I was already teetering on the edge but those damn eyes were going to send me flying off.

I controlled the rhythm, deliberately pumping in and out of her as slowly and as deeply as I could manage. I was barely holding on myself. I could feel her wet pussy lips stretching tight around me, hot and swollen yet adjusting to me like it knew who it belonged to.

Good, I smiled. I looked at my girl, her dark curls stuck to her face as beads of perspiration clung to her skin. Where she was freezing only moments ago, I could only imagine the warmth she was feeling. If I had any say in it, which I did, I'd be the only one to ever give her that innate heat she so desperately craved.

I pushed her hair behind her ear and wrapped a hand behind her neck, pulling her to me. I had let her take the reins, but there was only so long someone like me could be submissive.

"Who owns this sweet cunt, Princess?" I asked, thrusting into her and holding her there until she answered. She cursed, her legs shaking around my thighs as her core pulsed around my length, milking me. Not yet. She groaned, her eyes shutting and I wrapped my hand around her jaw, tapping her cheek with my index and middle finger. Her eyes fluttered open and I brought her forward until her forehead pressed against mine. I heard her swallow a breath. "Tell me..."

Another pant. "Oh my-"

"No, no, no..." I gritted out, grabbing her jaw. "Say God again I will walk straight into Heaven and burn it to ashes. It'd be a shame for me to commit such sacrilege because that dirty little mouth of yours begs him for relief when it's the Devil's dick you're riding so well."

Her mouth dropped at my words, her eyes swirling with shock and realization at the graveness of my words. "Surprised, hm?" I asked. "I won't make a habit of speaking to you that way if you don't make pissing me off with his name a regular occurrence. Lose the fucking word from your vocabulary. Are we clear?"

She bit back a lazy smile but I was beyond serious. God owned everything in this fucking universe, but she was mine. Every scream, every moan belonged to me and when God was called-the bastard listened. Unless she wanted to give the Heavens a show- a good fuck you, then there would never be an excuse.

I raised a brow at her and she nodded. "Crystal," her voice was soft but I could hear the defiance in them as I thrust out of her. Maybe she liked driving me insane. Madwoman.

"Now," I continued. "Tell me; who-"

"You," she breathed out. "I belong to you, Syn."

A slow grin spread across my lips. "I was only asking about your pussy, Princess."

"It's all yours," she moaned out. "Every part of me."

All my nerve endings stopped, finding that stillness in her words and I blinked up at her a few times. Hearing her say that would never not disorient me. I knew it, and I made damn sure that she knew it, but having it blurted out in the air between us made it finite. It was real. Not just some united feeling that we both kept to ourselves.

I was never one to believe things said in the cries of passion, but everything that came out of her lips was genuine.

My mind and heart were already at its breaking point as I tried to gather myself. I was so close to getting my composure back.

So damn close.

Then she said, "I fucking love you."

She looked me in the eyes...

And fuck if that doesn't send me over the edge.

My lips slammed onto hers and I kissed her with everything I had left in me. I could taste a hint of our mixed blood as she kissed me back hard. Our tongues collided, each determined to get a taste. I wrapped her in my arms, gripping her ass, feeling her ride me up and down, harder and faster with each passing second.

The world around us fades away and I swear for the briefest moment I could hear doves singing a sweet song. Everything vanished. She and I were the only ones in the world and everyone else was diminished into a dream- a simple thought.

Our bodies writhed against each other, tangled in a hot mess. Her hands- touching me everywhere she had touched before yet everything felt new. Her arms; wrapping around my shoulders as her nails scratched my back- tugged on my hair. That sweet fucking mouth and that tongue made my head spin with her sweet barbaric kiss. Her body...grinding down on me- in, out. One thrust after another.

Her goddamn pussy- the only penance I'd want if I were a holy man. My Hail Mary's would be fulfilled with sinful thrusts and her orgasms instead of prayers. If I were a holy man, devout as I was to everything else in my life, she'd be the one thing able to bring me to my knees and have me worship another entity. Her. I'd make it to the Heaven that lay between her thighs and being damned would be worth it. Hot. Wet. Clamping down and around me, squeezing and releasing like no one should be able.

Holy shit.

She screams into my mouth as she comes and when I feel her breasts drag against my chest, her tight pussy clamps down around my cock. It's too much for me to take- I'm a saved man.

Sanctified.

Forgiven for all my sins.

I drive up into her with a final thrust, holding her fiercely in my arms as I explode into her. I feel her body spasm and squirm on top of me as she comes, and I'm right there with her, spilling deep into her until she collapses on top of me and my head hits the pillow.

We lay there for a few moments, spent, trying to catch our breath. Her head rests on my chest as I pull the thin sheet over our lower half. It suddenly dawns on me that I didn't lock the door and the last thing I need is someone walking in and seeing her laying on me, my cock still deep inside her.

Neither of us was willing to move yet.

I rested my head on my forearm, my other hand aimlessly drawing patterns onto her back and I felt the heat from her breathy laugh on my chest. "What?" I peeked down at her.

"That felt like a really ugly flower."

"It wasn't a flower." I smiled to myself. It wasn't much of anything, but it definitely wasn't a flower.

"Mm. Do another one."

I thought for a moment and moved her hair aside. A little bit below her shoulder, I drew a heart and paused, waiting for her to guess. She lifted her head to look up at me, her brown eyes shining and a smile teased my lips again. "A heart?"

"Mhm." I nodded. "One more."

She smiled, laying her cheek on my chest again as I thought for a brief moment.

I brought my finger to her soft skin and started with an "I". I paused, letting it sink into her head before continuing. I did the same after each time and once I was done, I had written 'I- a heart- U- 2', responding to her earlier statement.

I waited a moment. When she lifted her head to me again, her lips were pursed. She tilted her head in thought for a moment before breaking out into a smile. "I have no idea." I chuckled a bit and she bit her lip. "What was it?"

I shook my head. "You were supposed to guess and you failed."

"Okay, fine," she frowned. "I have one for you though. Close your eyes."

Wow. In all my life I never thought I'd become a man who enjoyed fucking pillow talk. If someone had told me back then that in a few years I'd be scribbling I love you with my fingers on a girl's back after sex, I would've had them committed to a psychiatric hold. Permanently. It was never something I thought would happen, let alone wanted to happen, but I didn't miraculously change overnight.

I was the same. She was the only person in the world I'd do this nonsense with.

I shut my eyes, content with the fact that I'd allowed myself to become an imaginary drawing board as her finger floated across my chest.

I caught the letters. One by one and when she was done, two words had been formed. Two words that coming from anyone else would've received a shrug or an I don't give a shit, but from her, all I felt was relief.

Two words that I'd been waiting for her to admit:

I'm hungry.

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Author's Note

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Uh...he just- he has a way with his words for sure😭😭😭
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