#sirthday bex

[angelsluva]

can you write a fic of hamzah, martin, and mandy going on a cruise to mexico for reader’s 21st birthday and they blog the whole trip for readers youtube channel. ( and can you add in some smut🤪)

birthday cruise | Hamzahthefantastic

fem reader + nsfw, wrd count: 1.9k

`It was a couple weeks before Hamzah and Martin would come back from they're break. You and Hamzah have been able to spend more time together and it was the best for you two. Him being the clingy person he is he loved every second he'd spend with you.

Mandy and Martin loved traveling together, but they also loved when all four of you guys would go. You all decided to go on a cruise just to enjoy your last days of break together AND celebrate your 21'st Birthday before they spend another 10+ hours in the office.

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You looked outside of the window of the plane as you saw the most bluest water ever. You looked back at your boyfriend who was also looking outside the window knowing he was gonna spend the best time with you.

The plane finally landed in the bright sunny Mexico. Bright colored birds flew over your head as you were getting off the plane and a not so cool but warm breeze hit your face. You all were quick to get off the plane and currently waiting in the arrivals of the airport waiting for your uber.

"Oh my god, I love this weather!" You smiled putting your hand up feeling the warmness of the breeze. "I'm already getting hot! Is it just me?" Hamzah said unzipping his hoodie as you laughed. After a couple more 20 minutes of waiting you were all picked up by a van on your way to the cruise ship. You looked outside the seat of your window noticing things you would never see in Canada.

"I'm so excited!" you squealed as Hamzah kissed your head as his arm was wrapped around your shoulders.

You all four had agreed on getting separate rooms so it would be Mandy and Martin next to you both.

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You all were finally boarding the ship as you couldn't believe you were on a single floating ship that carried more than 500 people. You began to feel a small anxiousness creep over you as you looked for your rooms, Obviously Hamzah noticed and decided to hold your hand.

"Are you okay babe?" He questioned as you nodded your head. "Yeah, I'm just kind of scared that I'll get sea sick or something." you sighed as he pulled you closer to him, "Lets just try to have the best night okay? And If you don't feel good we can always get off and go somewhere else." He said lowly as you nodded and kissed him.

After making it to your shared room you suddenly felt so much better. You looked at the Bright clear blue sky and the pattern of the waves the ever so blue ocean would make. You leaned against the balcony as you felt Hamzah's hands wrap around your waist. "So pretty" you smiled as he nipped your cheek - "Just like you" he added as you cupped the side of his face. You all decided to get ready and go eat since you haven't had anything since the morning of your flight. You wore a black bikini and threw over a matching black crochet dress that laid all the way down to at least your ankles. You freshened your self up and you both we're out of the door waiting for Martin and Mandy at a Buffet.

"Wow that looks so good on you babe" He said feeling the crochet dress, "Thank you baby" you said pecking him in the lips as he got closer to your ear - "I'm so glad we got a room to ourselves" he whispered as you pushed him off you "Hamzah!" you laughed as "What!? I'm serious!" he giggled as you saw Mandy and Martin finally arrive.

"Dude I kind of wish Rudolph was here man" Martin laid his head on Hamzah's shoulder and Hamzah rubbed Martin back, "I know, I know, me too".

You all four had sat down on a table in front of a beautiful view of the sunset, The waiter had suddenly came to take everyone's order.

"I'll do two steaks please for us and all of your special drinks!" Hamzah said handing the waiter the menu as your eyes widened in shock. "It's her special day! 21'st by the way, Thanks!" He added as the waiter smiled and left. "What was that!" Mandy bursted out laughing as you were re-thinking coming here in the first place. You all were joking the whole night until all 15 drinks finally arrived. You looked at Hamzah who had a devilish smirk on his face, "Why would you do this!" you planted your face on your palm "It's okay! Mandy and Martin will help! See!" He said giving two drinks to Mandy and Martin "Woahhh I don't know about that!" Mandy laughed as Martin shrugged his shoulders picking up a glass and downing it as Mandy took the glass away from him.

You all spent the rest of the dinner trying to finish the drinks as you all watched the night come together as bright lights hung from the top of the cruise.

After finishing dinner, you all made your way to the giant pool of the Cruise.

You slid your dress off as you slowly stepped into the pool with Hamzah. The warm air and cool pool was the perfect relaxing mix. You dunked your head in as he laughed. You got up from under the water as he dove splashing next to you. He charged picking you up as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He shook his head as you ran your fingers through his blonde grown out buzz.

"I'm so glad we were able to do this" he hummed "I know, These next 6 days are gonna be the best ever" you smiled as his lips crashed into yours. Your hands ran through his arms, biceps and around his neck. You felt splashing onto you as Mandy and Martin had joined the both of you. You all four decided to grab a few more drinks since it was a very special day for you. You obviously all agreed those were gonna be your last drinks of the night.

you all talked and vlogged for a bit for Mandy's channel. Meanwhile playing around a splashing in the water you couldn't help but notice Hamzah always getting behind you or not taking his hands off you.

"You look so gorgeous right now my love" he hummed into your ear as you looked at hamzah's red flushed face as his hands were glued to your waist, "please can we go to the room" he said needy for you. You never knew Hamzah was this crazy clingy when he was a little tispy.

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Your legs were wrapped around Hamzah’s waist as he carried you to your room. It was just you two who remained in the pool until you both got kicked out eventually. He swung the door open as he kicked his sandals off as he sat at the edge of the bed as your lips met his. He rested his hands on your waist as he fidgeted with the strings of your bikini. Your hands wrapped around his necks tugging him closer to you as he leaned back on to the bed as you followed his move.

��I was waiting for this moment this whole day so far” he bit his bottom lip as you crawled on top of him as you fell on top of him. His hands traveling all over your back as your lips were sealed to his. His tongue slipped into your mouth as he grabbed the side of your face as you lowly moaned into his mouth. His lips parting off of yours as his eyes glistened, he loved hearing that noise come out of your mouth. He kissed your lips once again as you melted under him. He rolled around as you shifted under him as his knee was pinned between your heat. You whined as you couldn’t handle the friction between him and your sensitive cunt. His lips traced down your neck as your skin grew into goosebumps.

“Fuck Hamzah” you whined as his hands gripped onto your boobs as his mouth found your perky nipples. His free hand having a preview of your wet core. Your whimpers hitched under him. As his hand traveled down to your covered heat. Your hips twitched as you bit your lips.

"So excited huh? Can't wait till I get my fingers in you?" he huffed as his mouth sucked on your breasts. "Fuck yes please Hamzah.." you were able to breath out as his lips crashed into yours once again. Your nails traveled through his short hair as your legs wrapped around his waist already needing all of him. "Try not to be so loud mama" he grunted as his hard erection stood out through his swimming trunks. He lowered them down to his thighs as his erect cock flung upwards only making you desperate for him.

"So fucking desperate huh? Wanna be all over my cock princess?" He whispered as he slipped your panties to the side of your pussy as his thumb circled your sensitive clit. His lips messily kissing your neck as his pace grew rubbing against your clit. Before you were able to compose yourself he rubbed his hard cock against your heated core as your hands grasped onto his shoulders. The friction between his throbbing cock and your clit did wonders on you.

"Please Hamzah!" You whimpered as his member stretched out your aching pussy. Your hands gripped on to his swole forearms (👅) as his body slammed into yours as you yelled in satisfaction.

“Fuck your so good baby-“ he huffed as his lips met your neck once again kissing your chest as your legs wrapped around his waist. His pace grew as your hands traveled through out his hair once again.

“Fuck baby- you gonna come for me baby?” He whispered as you nodded your head in response as your back arched rolling your eyes till the back of your skull. His body slowed down as his lips began moving all over your exposed areas. He couldn’t help but leave a giant hickey close to the back of your neck as you whined in satisfaction. His couple more thrusts sent you into a state of satisfaction as you felt that huge knot release as he groaned into your ear.

“Mhhh- so fucking good. Yes-“ he moaned in between the sloppy thrusts as your stomach was filled with his cum.

“Fuck baby. Open wide.” He groaned as he slipped his twitching hard cock out of your pumping all his left over cum on your breasts and stomach as it left patterns he can stare at all day.

“Your so good for me y/n, happy birthday my love” he panted as he rested next to you as your lips met with his.

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You both were sat in a warm bath as water slowly dripped from the fancy faucet. He ran the body scrub all over your neck and chest as you leaned on his chest. He loved after care just because he liked making you feel relaxed.

"What are you guys going to do when you both get to the office?" you questioned as your finger circled around a bubble in the water as he scoffed, "That's not important right now baby. What's Important is that you have the best birthday week ever." he hummed as he kissed the top of your head.

"I love you, Hamzah"

"I love you more angel"

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(a/n: you guys have all the right to throw tomatoes at me for uploading this SO LATE, i just have been busy with so many things and I have so many more things coming but it was this fic holding some sort of grudge!! Without further ado I hope you guys enjoy >-<)

[gingerjolover]

may or may not be editing nomi birthday sex mini smut fic….

mwahaha.

[rafayelxsylusho]

Happy birthday to our hot Colonel.

🍎🍎Souls🍎🍎

TW: Sirthday Bex (Smut)

A friendship forged in the fires of youth, tempered by time and circumstance. Through every trial and tribulation, one constant remained: the bond between us, unbreakable and true.

Caleb felt the air leave his lungs as he drank in the sight of you. The years had been kind, softening the edges of youth into the curves of womanhood. But it was still you. Always you.

He swallowed hard, suddenly nervous. When had he gotten nervous around you?

"Happy birthday, Caleb," you said softly, your voice like honey and whiskey, warm and sweet.

In your hands, you held a small gift, a simple tin of his favorite candies. A vintage candy, the kind you used to share as kids.

Opening it, he found it filled with an assortment of candies. His favorites. The ones you always snuck him in class. The ones he used to sneak you back. A trip down memory lane, wrapped up in a shiny tin.

Eyes locked on yours, he parted his lips to speak, but the words died on his tongue as your fingertips brushed against them. Softly. Gently. Lingering.

Your touch sent a jolt straight through him, igniting a fire in his veins. His heart hammered against his ribs as your slender fingers pressed the lemon drop past his teeth.

The sour burst exploded on his tongue, making him gasp. His eyes watered and he made a face, lips puckering. But as quickly as the unpleasant taste hit, it faded, because in that moment, nothing mattered except the feeling of your skin against his. The heat of your nearness, the way your eyes held his.

He grabbed your wrists, fingers curling around the delicate bones as he held on. Just held on. For a moment. Time seemed to slow, stretching out the seconds into eternity, and when you didn't pull away, didn't flee, he tightened his grip and tugged you closer. Closer still, until you tumbled into his lap.

You landed on his thigh, the hard muscle unyielding beneath your soft curves. 

He looked up at you, his jaw was tight, a muscle ticking in his cheek. But his gaze, it burned with an intensity that stole your breath.

"Lemon flavored," he murmured "Whenever you give me candy, it's always the sourest one."

"You can give it to me if you don't like it," you said, fingers running over his bottom lip. Mouth dry. Pulse pounding in your ears.

His eyes darkened at your words. At the implication. The unspoken promise hovering between you like a live wire.

He leaned in, slowly. Purposefully. Until you could feel the whisper of his breath on your skin. The heat of his lips a hairsbreadth from yours.

In that moment, suspended in time and space, you wondered if he would. If he would finally close the distance. Finally claim your mouth with his own.

The anticipation was delicious. Torturous. Exquisite.

All he had to do was lean in just a little bit more...

His eyes held a silent plea, a raw, unspoken questions hanging in the charged air between you. He seemed to pause, to wait, to ask for permission. For a second his eyes searched yours, filled with a longing that stole your breath.

Then, slowly, inexorably, he leaned in. His lips met yours, soft, slow and sensual beyond your wildest dreams. It wasn't a kiss so much as a question, a gentle inquiry, a tender request for entry.

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, grasping, clutching, holding on for dear life. You felt the firmness of his chest beneath your palm, the steady thrum of his heartbeat echoing your own.

His hand came up to cradle your jaw, thumb brushing your cheekbone, cupping your face with a gentleness that made your heart ache. He tilted your chin up, angling your mouth to fit perfectly against his own.

It was a kiss that spoke of love, of history and hope. A kiss that promised a thousand more to come. A kiss that you felt down to your very soul.

As you kissed, your breaths mingled, the taste of the lemon drop dancing on your tongues. The sour taste of it lingered, a bittersweet echo of the years you'd spent longing for this very moment.

But then he pulled back, just slightly, breaking the kiss. His eyes fluttered open, darkened to the color of a moonless night, and found yours. Looking. Craving.

He leaned in once more, his intentions clear in the look he cast your way. But this time, as his lips met yours, you heard the faint sound of him swallowing the lemon drop, that bitterness, gone as if it never existed.

It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes. He didn't want anything to mar this perfect moment. Didn't want even the ghost of something sour to linger on your tongue as he kissed you.

It spoke of a man who always put your pleasure before his own. A man who wanted nothing more than to chase away your sorrows and replace them with sweetness and light.

His eyes flashed with a new intensity, a hunger that made your pulse jump.

"I know that's not your gift, Y/N," he murmured, "I'll twist your words on purpose...and use them...to catch you"

You felt a surge of courage course through your veins. Your hands pressed against his chest, pushing, urging him backwards. He yielded to your touch, allowing you to guide him down onto the sofa, his broad back meeting the cushions.

You followed him down, straddling his hips, your knees bracketing his waist. Leaning over him, you gazed into his eyes, your hair falling around you like a curtain.

"Go ahead," you breathed "Show me what you've got."

In that moment, the world narrowed to the space between your bodies, a charged arena where every breath, every heartbeat, every quivering nerve ending sang in harmony. It was a fever dream, a fantasy made flesh, Caleb, finally, finally here, his hands on you, his mouth on yours.

Your lips parted beneath his insistent pressure, welcoming the slick slide of his tongue as it teased the seam of your mouth. He traced the contours of your lips, coaxing them open, urging them to yield to his tender onslaught.

That first touch of his tongue to yours was electric, a jolt of pure sensation that set your nerves alight. He explored your mouth with a boldness that stole your breath, his tongue stroking along yours, tangling with it, tasting you. It was a kiss that tasted of homecoming, of destiny, of love's purest essence.

He had one arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him, crushing your soft curves to his hard angles. The other hand slid to the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair, holding you in place, keeping you close.

In a tangle of limbs and a whirl of passion, you both tumbled from the sofa, your bodies entwined. But Caleb's evol cushioned your fall, his power cradling you in an invisible embrace as you settled onto the plush carpet.

He knelt over you, straddling your hips, pinning you beneath him. One hand slid from your waist to grip your wrist, raising it above your head, his fingers entwined with your own. The other hand mirrored the action, your other wrist held fast in his strong grasp.

Your breath hitched, chest heaving against his own, as you found yourself captive, at his mercy. Trapped beneath him, you arched into his touch, your body molding to his. The heat of him seeped into your skin, setting you aflame, igniting a fire in your blood. The ridge of his arousal pressing against your core, speaking of a desire that mirrored your own.

As Caleb's lips finally, reluctantly, left yours, a thread of saliva stretched between your mouths, a tangible link to the passion you shared. Your chest heaved, breasts rising and falling with each breath, yearning for his touch.

Your body ached for him, ached to be one with him, to merge into a single, molten being. Your soul cried out, a silent scream of longing, of completion, of a love so fierce it consumed you both.

His gaze raked over you, hungry and intense, devouring every inch of exposed skin. One hand still gripped your wrist, while the other moved to the strap of your dress, his fingers toying with the delicate ribbon.

He paused, his touch a whisper against the fragile fabric, his eyes questioning, seeking permission. Your breath caught, heart stuttering in your chest as you watched, transfixed, as his fingers slowly, teasingly began to untangle the bow.

His eyes flicked to the bared expanse of your skin, then back to your face. A thrill raced through you at the realization of his restraint, his respect and his care.

Slowly you raised your own hand to the remaining strap. Your fingers trembled slightly as you reached for the ribbon, the silk whispering against your skin as you untied the bow.

It was an act of trust, of surrender, of willing acceptance. A wordless yes, a silent invitation. A promise of more to come. Of a night that would change everything.

With hands that trembled slightly, both from anticipation and the sheer weight of longing, you reached for the lapels of Caleb's jacket. The fine fabric slid like liquid under your fingertips as you pushed it off his broad shoulders, the garment pooling behind him on the carpet.

Your hands slid up his chest, feeling the firmness of his muscles, the strength of his shoulders. A shiver raced through you as you ran your fingers along his collarbone, tracing the line of it, the curve of his throat. Your breath caught, heart stuttering, at the realization that you could touch him like this. That after all these years, you were allowed this intimacy.

With trembling fingers, you began to unbutton his shirt, one button at a time. The fabric parted slowly, revealing the skin beneath, the dusting of hair across his chest, the trail of it down his abdomen, leading to the waistband of his pants.

As the last button slipped free, you pushed the shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall away to join his jacket on the floor. You looked up at him as you worked, watching his face, his eyes. You saw the way his eyes darkened as he watched you undress him, the way his lips parted slightly, his breathing growing heavier. It encouraged you to continue, to take this intimacy further.

Your fingers drifted down to his tie, silk and smooth beneath your touch. You gripped it, feeling the weight of it, and with a gentle tug, you loosened it, pulling it free.

Only his dog tag remained, the metal gleaming in the low light. Unable to resist, you grasped it, using it as a makeshift leash to pull him down, down, down.

He came willingly, his eyes never leaving yours as he lowered his head, you arched up to meet him, lips parting in anticipation.

" We don't have to..."

You silenced him with your lips, your mouth covering his in a kiss. A kiss that pleaded and begged for more. Your fingers tangled in his hair, nails raking lightly across his scalp, anchoring him to you.

"Shh," you breathed against his mouth "I've wanted this for so long, Caleb. Please..."

It was a plea, a confession of the countless nights spent dreaming of this moment, of his touch. It was the truth laid bare, an aching need that could no longer be denied.

In a bold motion, you grabbed the straps of your dress, the silken ribbons slipping like liquid through your fingers. With a tug, you dragged them down, baring the expanses of your skin that had long yearned for his touch. The dress pooled around your waist, a puddle of shimmering fabric and forgotten inhibitions.

You felt no shame, no trepidation, only a soaring sense of liberation, of freedom's sweet, heady rush. Caleb's eyes drank in every inch of newly revealed skin, his gaze a palpable caress that left trails of fire in its wake. He made you feel desired, adored, a goddess embodied, a dream made flesh.

His touch, when it came, was reverent, worshipful. His fingers traced the curves of your shoulders, your collarbone, the swell of your breasts.

In his arms, you were not just alive, but alive in a way few ever experienced. You were electrified, every nerve ending singing with sensation, every cell of your being attuned to his. His touch, his presence, his love, it was the air in your lungs, the blood in your heart, the very essence of your existence.

You were two souls, intertwined, two halves of a whole. A whole that had been broken, shattered, lost. And now, finally, blessedly, reunited.

Your body had known pleasure before, had crested under your own touch in the lonely darkness of your room. But never, never like this. The pleasure that exploded through you as Caleb's lips closed around your nipple was a revelation, a transformative force.

His hands pushed the fabric of your dress lower and lower still. The cool air kissed your heated skin as more and more of your body was bared to him.

Clad now only in a scrap of lace, your panties strained against the dampness of your arousal. Knee-high socks, once a playful addition, now seemed an erotic accent.

His fingers trembled slightly as he hooked them into the waistband of your panties, the damp fabric clinging to your skin. He looked up at you and asked.

"May I?" It was a final chance to back out, to slow down, to catch your breath before drowning in the tempest of your desire.

You could only whisper one word in response, a breathless supplication, a prayer of surrender. A plea for the pleasure and the bliss that only he could give you.

"Please..."

It was all you had to say. All you needed to say. And with that, you gave yourself to him, body and soul, past the point of no return.

Slowly he peeled your panties down your thighs, he bared you inch by inch, until finally, your sex was revealed. And it was glorious, glistening with your arousal, swollen and flushed, a ripe fruit ready to be plucked.

He groaned at the sight of your dripping cunt. In that moment, you knew, you were both lost, drowning in a sea of sensation, bound for an ecstasy only lovers can know.

As Caleb lowered himself between your parted thighs, a shiver of anticipation and a flicker of nervousness raced through you. Your heart pounded in your chest, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps as you felt the heat of his breath ghosting over your most intimate area.

"You don't have to..." you began, your voice barely above a whisper. But your words died on your lips, swallowed by the sudden sensation of his fingers parting your wet folds.

Before you could utter another word, his mouth was upon you, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. The brief, teasing contact had your hips bucking involuntarily as your body cried out for more.

He chuckled softly and then without warning, he closed his mouth over your center, his tongue delving deep into your folds, and all coherent thought fled, replaced only by the overwhelming pleasure of his touch.

He savored you as a connoisseur would a vintage wine, his tongue a slow dance on your flesh. Each lap, each stroke, each caress was a deliberate, purposeful act of worship.

His hunger was a palpable thing, a force that consumed and commanded. Yet, unlike the ravenous appetite with which he once devoured his meals, this hunger was tempered by a tender, almost spiritual reverence. As if he sought not just to taste, but to taste of your very essence, to drink deep of your pleasure until he was drunk on it.

Your fingers dug into the carpet beneath you, the noises spilling from his lips were a symphony of desire, each moan and murmur, each hum of approval, pushing you closer to the precipice of rapture.

He knew your body as only a lover could, as only a kindred spirit could. His tongue swirled around your clit in slow circles. He teased the sensitive bundle of nerves with the barest whisper of pressure, before suckling gently, his lips sealing around your sex, his mouth a warm, wet haven.

Like a maestro conducting a symphony, he orchestrated your pleasure, knowing just where to touch, lick and suck to drive you wild. Your own explorations paled in comparison, amateurish and clumsy against his skilled touch.

In a matter of minutes, he had you teetering on the brink. Your body tensed, muscles trembling, as the pleasure crested within you. And with a final, relentless surge of his tongue, he sent you hurtling over the edge, your vision whiting out as ecstasy exploded through every nerve ending.

Your body shuddered and jerked beneath his touch, waves of bliss radiating out from your core as your climax crashed over you, drowning you in its sweet, overwhelming tide. You were undone, unraveled, reborn.

"Oh Caleb!" you cried out. Your fingers curled into the carpet, nails digging into the fabric as you clung to the earth, even as your soul drifted among the stars.

"More..." He said. His tongue, now a broad, flat expanse of textured muscle, dragged slowly up your center. The rough strokes sent aftershocks of pleasure through your cunt, stoking the embers of your desire into a raging inferno. "I need more..."

"Oh god..."

Obediently, eagerly, you widened your legs, a shameless invitation, a silent scream for him to take and devour.

His hands gripped your thighs, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he lifted your legs, draping them over his shoulders.

Two long fingers suddenly plunged into your dripping pussy, your walls clenching greedily around the welcome intrusion. A moan tore from his throat as your body welcomed him, drew him in deeper, as if starving for his touch.

This new position opened you fully to his eyes, to the wicked delight of his tongue. The angle allowed him to take you with an almost punishing intensity, his fingers pumping in and out of you, his tongue laving your puffy clit.

Your body was a livewire of pleasure, screaming for more, begging for the release that only he could give you. And give it he did, driving you towards another shattering climax, your cries of ecstasy echoing off the walls.

With an almost desperate need, you hauled Caleb upwards, your fingers scrabbling at his shoulders, his jaw, his hair until your lips crashed against his in a messy kiss. Tasting yourself on his lips, his tongue, was a debauched delight, a sinful pleasure.

As you kissed, your hands worked at the fastenings of his pants, your fingers brushing against the bulge tenting the fabric. He assisted your efforts, his zipper parting to reveal the drenched state of his underwear.

You broke the kiss to gaze up at him, your eyes hazy and unfocused, lips swollen and glistening. His words washed over you like a caress.

"I wanted to do that for years Pip, and I still have more for you" His eyes burned into yours, hotter than the hottest flame, scorching you.

When you tugged his underwear down, his cock sprang free, bobbing heavily. It was a thing of beauty, long and thick, the thick shaft pulsing with a life of its own, the broad crown flushed a deep red. Your fingers wrapped around it, stroking up and down the hot, silken length, marveling at the way it throbbed in your grasp.

"Fuck," he groaned, his head falling back, his throat bared in a moment of ecstasy. "If you only knew, Y/N, the countless nights I've spent with my fist wrapped around my cock, imagining it was your hand, your touch..."

His words, rough and raw with emotion, sent a bolt of liquid heat straight to your core. But then, abruptly, he stilled your hand "Wait, wait..." he panted "You have to stop, before I..."

"I want you Caleb," you whispered " I want you inside of me"

Caleb's eyes flashed open, the world narrowed down to the two of you, hearts pounding in sync, breaths mingling in the scant space.

"Are you sure?" he breathed, his forehead resting against yours, eyes searching yours for any hint of hesitation or doubt. "Because once I start...once I'm inside you, I don't know if I'll be able to stop myself from fucking you until we're both too spent to move, until the only thing we know is the feel of each other's skin, the taste of each other's breath, the sound of each other's pleasure..."

With a nod you granted him the permission he sought, your eyes shining with a love and desire that stole the very breath from his lungs. Gentle yet strong, his hands slid down the curve of your thigh, grasping your leg behind the knee, lifting it high, opening you further.

He paused there, drinking in the exquisite sight of your pussy parting for him, the slick heat of your core beckoning him home. The head of his cock kissed your entrance, your flesh stretching to accommodate his size, hugging the thick crown as if it were made to be sheathed within your silken depths.

He began to sink into you, his thick length parting your folds, your walls clinging to him, fluttering around the hard, hot flesh that filled and stretched you so exquisitely. He watched, enraptured, as inch by inch of him disappeared into your welcoming body, your flesh yielding to his girth, molding to his shape, as if you were made to be one.

Lost in the breathtaking sight of your union, he might have stared, might have committed every delectable detail to memory, until the late hours of the night. But your need was too great, your hunger too fierce. Your fingers curled around his shoulders, nails digging into the firm muscle, dragging him back to your mouth.

As he claimed your mouth in a kiss that seared your very soul, you whispered against his lips "It's too much..."

Pausing, he searched your face, his eyes filled with concern, with a fierce protectiveness that made your heart swell. "Am I hurting you?"

With a single shake of your head, you reassured him, your eyes shining with a love and desire that put his fears to rest. "No..." you breathed, "you're just...a lot."

A lot of everything, big, strong, perfect...a lot of everything you had ever wanted, ever needed.

His eyes drifted shut, a shudder rippling through him as he fought to maintain control "Breathe for me, baby, just a little more..."

You did as he bid, drawing in a shuddering breath, your lungs expanding, your body softening, yielding further to his overwhelming presence. He pressed his face into the sweet crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin, his fingers curling around your wrist, bringing one hand to his neck.

"Don't let go"

Your fingers curled around his neck, your nails digging into his skin "I won't," you vowed, your voice fierce with a love that would never waver, never falter, "if you don't..."

"Never," he swore, his lips brushing against your throat, "Not now, not ever..."

He made love to you with tenderness, each brush of his fingertips, each press of his lips, held the weight of a thousand unspoken words, a lifetime of longing and love. He took his time, savoring every inch of you, committing the feel of your flesh to memory, the way you softened and yielded beneath his touch.

The pain that had first bloomed at his entry began to recede, melting away like the first light of dawn, replaced by a feeling that started as a whisper and grew to a crescendo, the exquisite, electrifying sensation of rightness, of coming home.

He lifted your leg higher, draping it over his shoulder, opening you further to his tender assault. With each slow, deep thrust, he stroked your innermost depths, his thick length parting your silken walls, caressing that secret, hidden spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids.

"There it is," he murmured, his voice a lover's praise. "That's where you need me, isn't it baby? That's where I'm meant to be..."

"Please..." you gasped, your fingers clutching at his back, urging him closer, deeper, always deeper. The word tumbled from your lips like a desperate supplication to the god of pleasure who had taken residence within you.

As always, he heeded your plea, his body responding to the desperate, yearning tone with a will of its own. His hips surged forward, driving into you with a newfound intensity, a relentless, pounding rhythm that shattered your thoughts.

One of his hands crept beneath your bottom, tilting your hips, an angle to take him even deeper, to welcome his cock as filled you, completed you.

He could feel you tightening, could sense the tension coiling in your core, the way your breath hitched and caught in your throat. "That's it, let go, give it to me, give me everything..."

The intensity of your climax caught you by surprise, the force of it blurring your vision, making you feel as though you might faint from the overwhelming bliss. It was a pleasure so new, so different from anything you had ever experienced, as if your body had been waiting, craving this precise moment, this perfect union.

As your walls clamped down around him, squeezing and massaging his cock, Caleb let out a guttural moan. The sound of his pleasure filled your ears as his hips jerked forward, burying himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he spilled his hot seed deep in your core.

In that moment, as his essence flooded your depths, painting your insides with his love, his desire and devotion, you felt a profound, soul deep recognition. It was as if the very essence of your being, the fundamental fabric of your soul, had intertwined with his, merging, blending and becoming one. You knew, with certainty, that whatever souls were made of, yours and Caleb's were cut from the same cloth, forged in the same flame, destined to be together, now and for all eternity.

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