Queen

He looked down at me, a lazy smile teasing his lips before he shook his head. "No, you didn't. I doubt you even knew what you were doing up there with all those Bible thumpers."

"You don't believe me?"

"It's not that I don't believe you..." he said. "I'm just not sure your recollection of those events is accurate. I'm sure you were younger, plus being in Heaven makes even the slightest touch sinful. You could've grazed your thigh while a fleeting thought of me passed your mind."

"Okay," I grinned up at him, a new sense of challenge filling my chest. "Then I'll show you exactly what I did. Watch me and then tell me I didn't know what I was doing."

I watched his jaw tick, his teasing smile draining from his face as his breath caught. His eyes stayed on me as I rose to my feet and reached for his hand. I led him to the sleek shower bench and tilted my head. "Well?"

He lowered his large frame, sitting on the bench and stretching his arms behind his head relaxed. It was an act to appear unbothered though.  I could see the vein in his forehead bulging and the tenseness in his muscles.

"Be my guest," he raised a brow, waiting.

I licked my lips, ignoring the dull pang of nervousness wracking my body. My confidence and my need to prove him wrong was the driving force pushing me to ignore that feeling and lock eyes with him.

I placed my knee next to his thigh before doing the same to the other as I straddled him. He reached out to hold my hips as I adjusted myself over his thighs and I shook my head. "No, you seemed so unbothered and nonchalant just now. Don't let my demonstration deter you." He raised a brow, retracting his arms and crossing them over his chest.

"I seem that way because I am." He gave me a smug smile, purposefully teasing me once again.

"Mhmm. I'll remember that when you're begging to touch me in a few seconds. Act right and maybe I'll let you."

"I won't beg."

We'll see about that.

"Okay," I whispered, taking a deep breath and looking up at the ceiling. When I did this before my eyes were closed as I tried to picture the image of the Syn SinClaire ravishing my body. But he was here in front of me now, and he was mine. There was no need to picture him when he was present and real right in front of me. Waiting.

When I looked back down at him, I caught his eyes on my breasts before he looked back at me. I bit my lips, holding back a smile before looking down between us at his tempting length. It would have to wait for now.

I slowly reached my hand between my parted thighs and looked back at Syn. His eyes were glued to my hand and I let out a shuddering breath as my fingers rubbed against my folds. I circled my fingers, my mind remembering the way I touched myself before I knew the way Syn touched me.

It wasn't as purposeful and powerful as Syn's fingers were on my sensitive parts. My touch was more delicate, I'd trace my fingers along my swollen wet flesh and linger where it felt good. I did just that as I looked at him.

My core pulsed with need as I touched myself, it begged for attention as I sucked in a breath. After a few moments, I decided not to deny myself that pleasure and slipped a finger into myself just as I had done in the past.

"Syn," I moaned lowly. His name fell into the air between us when before they had fallen into an empty bedroom surrounded in darkness. He took a deep breath, watching my face. I wondered what he was thinking as I started to become undone. It must've been unnerving to him though. Having to sit through me pleasuring myself to him, yet not being allowed to touch me.

I loved letting Syn have his way with me, but a part of me deep down liked the excitement I got from denying him. He had to be thinking of all the dirty ways he'd get me back for what I was doing and the thought of that stirred something in me. Payback. I could go on teasing him like this knowing that that's what I'd get.

I pushed a second finger into my core and my free hand moved to my breast. His name fell onto my lips in a moan as I looked at him and his neck worked- his Adam's apple bobbing, showing me just how close he was to letting go.

"You're losing it right now, aren't you?" I said in a breathy tone, my thumb rubbing my clit as I pumped my fingers into me.

He took a deep breath, clearing his throat and I smiled. "If I tell you I am, will you let me touch you?"

I shook my head softly once again, denying him the want to control how I was going to reach my orgasm. I wanted him to see what he did to me even before he had ever even looked at me.

"Queen," he whispered. "Please."

"What happened to 'I won't beg'...it hasn't even been that long."

"It feels like a fucking eternity from here," he growled before breathing out. "You said you wondered how I felt. Show me what you wanted me to do to you."

He lifted his hand and I bit my lip in thought. After a few moments, I gave in. He thought this would somehow help him relieve a bit of what he was going through right now but he was dead wrong. Because I would be the one controlling how and where he touched.

I removed my hands from between my legs and reached out for his. His eyes were glued to the wet shine on my fingers as they touched his and he brought our entwined hands to his mouth. He took my fingers into his mouth, his warm tongue sucking my juices as he looked at me. I paused, almost losing myself in his eyes and letting him have me the way he wanted.

I moved my fingers away from him, putting them into my own and watching as he melted. There we go. After gaining back control of the situation and myself, I adjusted his hand. I placed mine over the back of his, moving his fingers with my own in the space between us. "Relax your fingers and let me show you, okay?"

He nodded, doing as I said and I guided his hand between my thighs. His hand was large, practically covering my entire sex and I adjusted myself on top of him for better reach.

"Okay," I said, our eyes locked onto each other. I took his thick pointer finger, moving it along my tender skin, letting it graze my clit. The roughness of his finger in contrast to mine was noticeable, but it was just what I was missing. I fucking loved it. We kept going just like that until we reached a spot that made me gasp and a mischievous twinkle appeared in Syn's eyes. "Right there," I breathed out.

"Noted."

I moaned, my head falling against his shoulder as our hands traveled together; touching softly and rubbing, my wetness coating both of our hands. My fingers led him to my core and I pushed his middle finger into me. I shivered against him as need filled my body and he gave me a half smile, his eyes studying my every facial expression and reaction to each movement.

I moved his hand, letting his finger pulse in and out of me before adding another one. My hips moved down a bit, my body craving more, but he didn't give it to me. Syn was intent on doing exactly what I was instructing him to do. Nothing more, nothing less. It was amazing, but infuriating at the same time.

"Syn, please," I begged. "I need you to move faster."

"What?" He raised a single brow. "I thought this was a demonstration..." He knew I needed him. What had started as me wanting to tease him was becoming a shit fest. Any moment now if he asked, I'd be on the shower floor begging him.

"Fuck the demonstration, touch me."

A slow smile spread across his lips and it made unease creep down my spine and a tiny sliver of excitement creep into my spine. He spread his legs slightly, making mine part even further and giving him full access.

"I was only a few seconds away from begging you, Princess..."

I opened my mouth to protest and his hand began moving, all of his fingers demanding every ounce of my pleasure as he touched me. His thumb moved to the spot that made me scream earlier and he applied pressure to it, sending euphoric waves down to my core.

"You're so damn tight," he whispered. "Was this what you imagined, Princess? My fingers fucking you like this?"

"No," I shook my head, my fingers digging into his shoulder. "This is better."

"Good," he said. "Now that you've let me in on these fantasies of yours after all these years, I plan on surpassing your expectations in every way possible- good and bad."

"Syn, I'm going to come—" And he stopped, removing his fingers from inside me. My head spun at the loss of contact and my core ached as I clung to him weakly. "Why?"

"Because I shouldn't be this damn jealous of my fucking hand," he cursed. "Stand up."

"I can't," I whispered against his skin. My body felt like a ton sinking onto him. I couldn't fathom getting up just yet. I needed a minute.

"Yes, you can." He wrapped his arms around my waist before standing and picking me up with him. He set me down on the shower floor and I groaned, my legs weak. "Steady yourself." He held me for a few seconds until he was sure I wouldn't fall and took a step back. "Fuck," he whispered, his eyes trailing down my naked body and sending shivers down my spine. "I love that you love me, Princess. But between the both of us, the lucky one is me."

My heart soared but before I could say another word, he crashed his lips onto mine, snatching whatever air I had left in my lungs before resting his head against mine. Our chests rose and fell quickly, our heavy breathing commingling as he looked at me. "I need you. Now."

I bit my lip and he grabbed my hips, turning me around until my back was flush against his front. He placed a hot kiss along the back of my neck and I leaned my head back against him. "Are you on birth control?" He asked.

"Yes."

"How effective is it?"

"Pretty effective, I'd say." He had been fucking me raw constantly since he'd been back and I wasn't pregnant. The shit was one hundred percent effective in my opinion. I learned my lesson with the birth control pills after having Xavia and switched it out for something more...fail-safe.

"I'll take it, bend over," he said, gently holding my hips in place while using his free hand on my back to press me against the cool marble wall. I winced as my cheek and breasts pressed up against the icy surface and my nipples pebbled.

I heard him chuckle softly behind me before moving my hair and kissing my neck. I could feel his hard length pressing against my ass as moved his lips against my skin and a moan escaped my parted lips.

His hand moved between my legs, his fingers moving against my wet folds before bringing it to his pink lips. "Always ready for me, hm?"

Fuck. "Syn, please—"

"Please, she says," he chuckled. "Hands flat on the wall, Princess." I did as he said and his hands moved back to my hips, gripping them in place before he placed a final kiss on my head.

I parted my legs and he moved his cock to my entrance. I could feel his tip pushing through my wet center, demanding a welcome from every fiber in my sex and I held back a wince. I waited expectantly for his gentle strokes and relaxed my body, closing my eyes.

He thrust into me deeply, filling me fully and I screamed out, my body tensing at the unexpected movement. He was completely against me, his hard chest against my back as he moved to my ear. "Don't push me out." He held my hips firmly in place, still inside me. "Relax."

"Shit!" I cursed. "What happened to taking it slow?"

"I was curious about this hard and unrelenting fucking you thought about all those years ago," he said. "I'll demonstrate this time and you can let me know if this was what you imagined."

He moved back, pulling out of me fully before slamming into me again, and what felt like shattering reverberated throughout my core to the rest of my body. With each powerful thrust, the pain began to subside until all that remained raw pleasure. It felt amazing.

It was like he had let a piece of the mask he wore all the time fall away and I was getting a glimpse of what he had been hiding from me. He looked wild and for a moment, uninhibited as he pounded into me.

"Is this what you thought about when you touched yourself, Queen?" He breathed out.

"Harder." Deeper. More. I wanted everything. I raised my hips a bit for him, meeting his thrusts and a moan fell out of my mouth as my eyes widened. I didn't think he could get any deeper. My hands turned into fists against the wall as my stomach turned into knots- my sex began to clamp around him.

Our breathing became ragged as he continuously pounded into me, the sound bouncing off the walls of the shower and falling silent into the pouring water. The harmonic mixture along with the ones rumbling from deep within in his throat drove me crazy. I could feel my wetness dripping down between my thighs and the warmth deep inside of me becoming hotter by the second.

"You can come, Princess," he said.

With his words, I let go, screaming out and shivering against him as I came around his length. He stilled as I unraveled around him and I took a few breaths before he started pumping in and out of me again. "Hard? Done. Unrelenting?" he said between thrusts...

"...I'll see what I can do."

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