hey boo bears, missed me? 🦦

'HERE' when you're here!

let's get into it.

"Ooh shit," Siraj growled, the room filled with slurping sounds that came from Soleil as she was on her back, her head hanging off the bed. Soleil held his dick in her hand, running her tongue over his shaft and then taking him further into her mouth.

She let go, placing her hands on his hips and prompting him to start fucking her throat. He firmly wrapped his hand around her throat, throwing his head back as pleasure overtook him. The moment they stepped foot in the hotel room, the sexual tension had become uncomfortably thick.

From the balcony to the shower, they just couldn't keep their hands off each other. Soleil's body was begging for him to devour her, to please her until she simply didn't want any more.

But before he could do that, she needed to show thanks. For the time he had put into the scavenger hunt and the picnic on the beach–the vacation, overall. She hadn't been spoiled like this before, he had set the bar for any other that may come along in the future.

She'd been so accustomed to the bare minimum, but for Siraj, this was only the bare minimum for him. He understood from their first date that Soleil wasn't used to being spoiled, and he needed to change that.

Siraj grunted his nut brewing for a third time. He thought after the second nut, that Soleil would stop but she kept sucking. His knees were damn near giving out on him, but it felt too damn good to complain. After all, he had all night to repay her.

Soleil cupped and massaged his balls, pulling his dick out of her mouth in a slow, painstaking motion; her tongue swirling around the tip as she moaned. Siraj's hips bucked, his toes curling as he finally bussed in her mouth.

She pulled away and licked over her lips, as she flipped over. She smirked to herself and got up, she reached over on the nightstand to grab the plastic container of peaches that were mixed with whipped cream.

Siraj beckoned her, laying back on the bed. Soleil walked back over to the bed, climbing onto it. "So, you gone put me in those cuffs or what?" Soleil continued smirking as she dipped the spoon into the container to scoop out some of the peaches.

Siraj hummed in response, nodding as he gently grabbed her wrist and brought the spoon down to his mouth. Soleil leaned down to kiss him, the sweetness of the whip cream coating his tongue.

He flipped them over, taking the container and placing it aside before he got off the bed and pulled Soleil closer to the edge. He grabbed one of the straps and cuffed it around her ankle, before doing the same with the other; her legs now arched and spread across the flatbed surface.

Soleil felt her heart thumping against her chest, as they held intense eye contact with each other as he started to bound her wrists.

She was nervous, it was the first time that she'd ever been tied up, however, it was something that she always wanted to try.

Siraj made her comfortable enough to try it, and she knew she was safe with him—that he wouldn't do anything to hurt her.

After they had gotten out of the shower, the tension between the lovers peaked through the ceiling. He teased her in the shower, touching and caressing her love spots, just enough to warm her up.

Siraj placed the container down on the nightstand, his hungry eyes taking time to admire her naked body that glistened under the dimmed lights. The air was heavy from the heat exuding off of their bodies, he was craving to have a taste of her.

His fingertips glided over her soft skin, his lustful, yet intense gaze still on her. He disappeared into the living area, Soleil closed her eyes, focusing on taking slow, deep breaths.

Within the next minute, she felt Siraj's lips leaving trails of kisses up her thighs. "Did you drink something cold?" she asked him, his lips colder than usual. She heard him hum in response, continuing to kiss her inner thighs.

She softly chuckled to herself, realizing he was pulling the same stunt she did that night after the club. Each kiss he planted on her skin, sent shivers down her spine. She was ready to feel every inch of him inside of her.

They hadn't been intimate since last Sunday and to say that Soleil was feening for it was putting it mildly.

"Are you comfortable?" Siraj checked, his hands caressing then wrapping around her thighs. He heard her softly hum in response. "You sure?"

"I'm sure,"

Seconds after she said that, she felt the coldness of Siraj's tongue gliding over her inner thighs. A soft hiss escaped Soleil's lips as he licked over her slit, her leg arching furthermore. He slid his fingers inside her, slowly stroking them in and out as his cold tongue lapped between her pussy lips.

Soleil wrapped her fingers around the straps of the cuffs, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth as she looked down at him. Watching him devour her, making love to her pussy with his tongue, always left her with waves of satisfaction.

Siraj swirled his tongue on her clit in slow circles, his fingers pressed upwards on her spot. Soleil's toes curled as she whimpered, her body aching with pleasure.

"...mm, fuck," Soleil let out a breathy moan, her fingers gripping the straps even harder.

Siraj pulled his mouth away from her, reaching down to grab the cup that he placed on the floor earlier. He shook another ice cube into his mouth before placing the cup back onto the floor next to the bed.

Soleil's body bucked a little as she felt his tongue and the ice cube pressed against her clit. "Oh fuck!" she whined, shifting her feet on the bed. Siraj took his free hand and reached up to grab one of her breasts, his thumb caressing her hard nipple.

Soleil's essences cascaded down Siraj's hand, the coldness of the ice against her pussy had her ready to burst into Siraj's mouth. He felt Soleil's walls clench around his fingers, her orgasm was already near and hadn't even been five minutes since he started.

She raised her hips, another loud moan escaping her lips as her legs started to cave in. "F-fuck, I'm bout to cum," she whimpered through her panting.

Siraj shook his fingers inside of her, Soleil letting out a big gasp. Her abdomen tightened, her legs trembling as she was right on the edge of her peak. "Fuck!" Soleil cried out, tingles arising throughout her body as she pulled on the cuffs.

Seconds later, Soleil erupted all over Siraj's fingers. Soleil's legs collapsed onto the bed, as she caught her breath, Siraj pulled his fingers out of her. He grabbed the vibrator next to her and pressed the button to power it on before he slid it inside of her.

Siraj kissed the side of Soleil's face, slowly stroking the vibrator in and out of her as another moan parted from her lips. Soleil arched her legs again as her sunk deeper into the bed. She let out a hiss, enjoying the sensation of the toy as it vibrated against her walls.

His tongue slithered between her folds a few times, earning a low, yet silvery moan from Soleil. He flicked his tongue over her clit, while continuing to ease the vibrator in and out of her. She arched her back, her eyebrows lowering as her mouth fell ajar.

"Right–right there, Siraj," she moaned, attempting to pull her right leg back but quickly forgetting that her ankle was cuffed. Soleil squirmed around a bit, unable to keep her composure as Siraj took his time to savor every drop of her.

Soleil's stomach caved in as her muscles started to contract, her clit tingling as she was to release any second all over him. "...give it to me, baby," Siraj coached her, watching Soleil struggling to keep her poise.

He pushed the vibrator further into her hole, tilting it upward to where her G-spot would be. Once again, Soleil attempted to jerk her leg back but was caught by the cuff, preventing her from doing so. She let out a loud moan, as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, right on the edge of her orgasm.

"F-fuck! I'm bout' to cum, please don't stop Siraj!" she pleaded with him, her wrists pulling on the cuffs. She arched her back furthermore, her legs starting to tremble as she fought to keep them up.

"Go ahead, baby," he encouraged her, her hips bucking as she finally came all over the vibrator. Siraj pulled it out of her, licking and lapping up every drop of her juices. Soleil released a heavy breath, her body relaxing and coming down off of the high Siraj had her on.

Siraj crawled up to her and placed a kiss on her lips, his hands cupping her breast as his fingertips brushed over her nipples. "Kinda want you in a different position now," he said, unstrapping the cuffs from around her wrists before he did the same with her ankles. He grabbed her thigh, prompting her to flip over. Siraj put the straps back around her wrists and ankles again, her side of her face buried in the bed as posed an arch.

Siraj sent a hard slap to her ass, making her hiss. He gripped one of her asscheeks, his thumb gliding up and down over her entrance. Although she had already came, her pussy was still throbbing, she wanted more of him–needed more of him inside of her.

She knew that he wasn't going to give her what she wanted so easily, she was going to have to beg him for it. And she would do just that, her pussy was aching just to feel his thick, curved dick grind against her walls.

Siraj grabbed his dick and slowly rubbed it against her slit before easing it into her. He placed a hand on her lower back, beginning to stroke her. "Fuck, you feel so good," he said through a breathy moan. He reached his other hand around to toy with her clit, a guttural moan escaping her lips as she gripped the sheets.

"I missed being inside you," he lowly said, speeding up his strokes as Soleil's moans started to grow louder. "Mhm, you like that, baby?"

"Y-yes," Soleil stuttered out, tightening her grip on the sheets. Siraj deepened his strokes, the tip of his dick kissing her G-spot. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, as she bit down on her bottom lip with force.

She felt as Siraj slipped his thumb into his ass, causing her body to jolt forward. Despite the many times that he did it during sex, it was still something that she had to adjust to.

Siraj pulled his hand away from her clit and sent a hard slap to her ass, making her whimper out in pain. "I'm convinced you like being punished, why you running? Hm? You know I don't like that shit," he grabbed a fistful of her hair, pushing her face deeper into the bed as he started to stroke her even harder.

"...I-I'm sorry," Soleil moaned through a muffled tone as her face was buried in the sheets.

Siraj sent another heavy smack to her ass, making her squeal out as she felt the stinging sensation. Her honey, brown complexion began to redden where he struck her. "I can't hear you—you sorry, what?" he tilted his head, tightening his grip on her hair.

Soleil's words became entrapped in her throat, she couldn't even focus right with his hips grinding deeper into her. She loved the dominance he held over her body—that sometimes she did stuff just for the hell of it, so he'd punish her.

It did scare her a bit, she was never into BDSM until she met Siraj. And although they didn't engage in it much, since Siraj liked the intimacy way more, she loved every minute of it whenever they did it.

Siraj released his fistful of her hair, now placing both of his hands on her lower back, and started to thrust into her. "Youn' hear me talkin' to you? Don't make me repeat myself again, Soleil," his authoritative tone had her dripping all over his shaft, she silently desired that he would punish her.

Soleil remained quiet, holding back her moans as she sunk her teeth into her bottom lip. She was caught in a daze, her thoughts jumbled together as she focused on the mind-blowing strokes Siraj gave her. Her walls were contracting against his dick, as her orgasm drew near. Her body was craving for him to become more aggressive with her.

Again, Siraj's heavy hand collided with her ass, Soleil yelping out in pleasurable pain. "Why the fuck you tryin' me?" he growled, her loud moans filling the room as he pounded into her senselessly. "You think cause we in a different country the same rules don't apply? Hm?"

"I'm sorry!" Soleil finally blurted out, her body jerking forward with each thrust that Siraj gave off.

"You sorry, what?"

"I'm sorry, daddy!" she cried out, tears forming in the brim of her eyes. She released her grip on the sheets, beginning to ball up her fists. "O-oh gosh! Yes, yes—keep fuckin' me, Siraj!" she begged him.

"That's my girl," he praised her, running his thumb up her spine. "Cum right on this dick,"

Soleil buried her face into the bed, her moans now becoming muffled. Siraj hummed, shaking his head as he grabbed a fistful of her hair again. "Nah, let that shit out," he demanded her, her loud moans filling the room as the bed gently rocked back and forth. "Let me have it, baby–give it to daddy,"

Siraj hissed, feeling her walls clench around his dick. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, lowly moaning. The way his dick effortlessly slid in and out of her wetness, filled him with elation. He could honestly say, he enjoyed every second of being inside of her—making her moan and scream out his name whenever he was hitting her g-spot just right.

"This your dick, right?" he caressed her asscheeks, then gripped one of them.

"Y-yes!"

"Then fuckin' act like it," He let go of her hair and reached his hand up to grab her throat, as she started to throw it back and match his pace. "Good fuckin' girl, that's what the fuck I'm talkin' bout,"

"...mm, fuck," Soleil moaned, clenching his dick as her ass continued to loudly collide with his pelvis.

"Oooh shit," Siraj cursed, letting out low grunts. "Fuck, I'm boutta' buss',"

Soleil's juices cascaded down her thigh, her body quaking–ready to burst with euphoria. Her smoky moans turned into small whimpers. Siraj wasn't that far behind her, he was right on the edge of exploding inside of her as his dick continuously grazed her walls.

Siraj tightened his hand around Soleil's throat, his heavy panting growing louder. He tossed his head back, an intense, raspy moan escaped his lips while his essence filled the inside of her. However, he kept stroking her, Soleil's moans and whimpers going completely mute.

"Fuck!" Soleil cried out, her body shook, bursting with bliss. She collapsed on the bed again, her legs finally giving out on her. Siraj pulled out, laying on top of her as he kissed the side of her face. "Oh my gosh..." she lowly panted, staring off into space.

Siraj silently laughed to himself while he undid her cuffs. "You tapping out, already?" he asked her in a raspy tone.

"No, I-I just need a minute,"

Another laugh slipped from Siraj's lips as he got off of her, laying in the empty space. "That's all you getting too," he smirked to himself.

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The following morning, the couple got up and dressed to go get breakfast. Soleil couldn't keep a smile off her face, between the mind-blowing sex with Siraj last night and officially being twenty-one; she was on a blissful high.

As she and Siraj waited for someone to come over and take their orders, Soleil took the time to reply to all of the text messages she had received at twelve last night and this morning.

On social media, a few of her friends had posted her on their IG stories and posts, sweet birthday messages penned to her. Some of her friends informed her that they had gotten gifts for her, but she wouldn't be able to open them until she returned home.

Soleil continued to scroll through her notifications, Siraj's username clustered with the bunch. She clicked on the notification, seeing that he made an IG post dedicated to her.

She scrolled through the pictures that he posted, a few of her that he took without her knowledge, and a few pictures that they took together. She giggled a bit at his picture selection, as her eyes began to read over the caption.

Happy Birthday to my sweet girl, out of every person I've encountered (and there's been a lot) none of them are touching you when it comes to being a genuine person. As you said, seven years of knowing each other and never in a million years would I have thought of us ending up together. May you continue to be blessed with everything you desire in life. I don't have to write a long ass paragraph because what's understood doesn't need to be explained. I love you, hope I make your day as special as you. - Raji

"Aww, Raji," Soleil cooed, getting up from the table. Siraj furrowed his eyebrows, watching her as she walked over to his side with her arms extended. "The birthday message you wrote on IG,"

She sat in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Ooh," he drawled, before chuckling. "You welcome baby,"

They kissed a few times, Siraj trying to cop a feel under the table. "You really don't know how to keep your hands off me," she laughed, kissing the side of his face.

"I don't, you should be used to it by now though," his eyes traveled down to her ass, as she got up from his lap and went to sit back in her seat.

"I am, I already figured out that physical touch is your love language," a smirk curled onto Soleil's lips, as she fluffed her hair. Siraj pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, admiring her from across the table as she continued primping herself in the camera. "Like what you see, papa?"

"Let's go back to the room," Siraj licked over his lips, quickly pointing his thumb behind him. Soleil lowered the phone, trying to hold back a smile.

"But I'm hungry," she whined, poking out her bottom lip. "And I want a mimosa,"

"Please," he intently stared at her. Soleil swallowed hard as she held the prolonged eye contact. From the way, he was eyeing her, she started to get hot between the legs all over again. It blew her mind that this man was able to turn on her with just a look.

Although they were both joking the night before, she did secretly agree with him that all he had to do was look at her to have her fall for him. There was truth to it.

The way that he looked at her, ensured her that she was the only woman he had eyes for–even in a room full of people.

With the lustful gleam in his hungry eyes, she knew the minute they stepped foot into the room, he was bound to have her body bursting with bliss like last night.

Her body was like a drug that he loved to stay high on, an addiction that he simply couldn't kick.

"You better feed me afterward," Soleil pointed her finger at him, grabbing her purse as she started to get up from the table.

"Don't I always?" he replied, getting up as well. He held his hand out for Soleil, letting her intertwine their fingers as they started to head toward the exit. Soleil swung hands with him, as the other hand held her phone, continuing to read over the birthday messages from more of her friends.

As her eyes were reading over one message, a FaceTime call popped up on her screen. She immediately dragged her finger across the screen, connecting the call.

"Happy Birfday, TT Lei Lei!" Kinsley exclaimed in the camera, causing Soleil to start giggling.

"Thank you, baby! You're so sweet," Soleil thanked her, seeing Selah and Antonio in the background.