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You’ve been planning this day for weeks now and today is finally the day. Unfortunately, Sylus is still the busy businessman he is and, although it was his birthday, an emergency meeting was called for on the morning of his birthday, and the day spent with you on his birthday had to run short. Nonetheless he promised that he’d be back that evening –which was perfect for you to plan a little surprise for the remaining hours of his day.
You finally finish off the birthday cake that you had decorated so diligently, carefully placing the candle on the cake, before you go and slip into the dress that Sylus chose for you on a shopping date last weekend —the dress he fucked you in, inside the store changing rooms, before buying it for you.
You hear the door chime ring as Sylus is finally home, his brows furrowed as he steps through the door threshold. Sylus has his blazer tossed over onto the rack as he walks through the house in pursuit of finding you. Walking over to the kitchen, he notices the lights are on, only to find you standing there with a cake in your hand and a single candle bouncing on its wick in front of you, bringing warmth to the contours of your face. The creases of his brows soften at the door threshold, and the corner of his mouth turns up into a warm smile, quickly turning into a pleased grin, seeing you smiling innocently in that white dress with short, puffy sleeves.
“Happy birthday, Sylus,” you break the silence in a soft tone, with it only being the two of you in the house. He steadily makes his way over to you with his long strides as you lean back on the kitchen island and bite your lip in anticipation of his next move.
Sylus brings his head down to your level, with one hand resting on the kitchen island next to your waist, and it’s only just the beautifully decorated cake between you. “Thank you, sweetheart. Although I didn’t expect all this—”
“It’s still your birthday, and I still had things planned for you,” you call out with a smile, slipping past him to stride into the dining room, the single candle flickering in front of you.
You place the cake down on the dining table and soon enough, Sylus soon appears at the door of the room with his steady pace as you pull out a chair. As he makes his way towards you, he raises a brow once he notices the little pieces of decoration and heart confetti dispersed across the table. You motion with your head to sit down in the chair you’ve just pulled out for him, and Sylus smirks to himself as he sits down at the table in front of the cake. As Sylus looks up at you in admiration, you grin as you take a short breath in to sing Happy Birthday standing next to him.
Suddenly, a hand clasps around your wrist, and you’re pulled down onto his lap, leaving you stunned at his quick move. Sylus’ arms snake their way around your waist and you’re sitting snug in his embrace, facing him, as he smiles at you with endearment.
“I was going to sing you Happy Birthday,” you chuckle, as Sylus’ smile grows wider.
“Go ahead. Sing,” he prompts you playfully. You ready yourself to sing once again and feel the need to try a little harder this time, as you’re put on the spot with Sylus’ amused gaze piercing into you.
You look down shyly, as you begin, “Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday, dear Sylus!
Happy birthday to you!”
As you look up to meet his gaze to lightly clap and cheer, Sylus leans in closer with a smug grin, and soon his lips are pressed onto yours.
He takes his time and kisses you slow but with intent, like he’s been starved all day for this. You reciprocate with your hand up to cup his face, whilst gripping onto the shirt on his shoulder with the other. Sylus pulls away and can’t help but land another peck on your lips quickly before he looks at you studiously, leaving little space between you, his hand fitting perfectly around your waist. “Thank you so much, sweetie,” Sylus hums in a low tone, “I wasn’t expecting to come home to all of this, but I know now that I needed it,” he expresses, as he rests his forehead on yours. Your hand creeps up from his shoulder and into his hair as you lightly play with it.
“It’s your birthday. I wanted to do something special for you,”
“I love it. All of it. I love you,” he looks at you with a devilish grin, causing you to giggle. He comes in once again for a kiss.
“You should blow out the candle! It’s already burnt down halfway!” you interrupt him as you push him away at his chest. Sylus is briefly taken aback from the realisation, and looks down as he lightly scoffs to himself; the irony of the house burning down from his own temptations for you amused him more than one should admit. He leaned over towards the cake and blew out the single flame with a quick puff. The room is filled with the smell of melted candle wax, bringing in a sense of comfort and intimacy between you, as the smoke dances away and disappears into the air from the crisp, burnt wick.
“Better?” Sylus asks, smirking in amusement.
“Mhm!” you nod, “And now for some cake,” you sound determined as you turn towards the cake, before Sylus turns your head back gently with his finger by your jaw, to meet his gaze.
“I’ve got my sweet treat right here,” he claims in a low, almost whispered voice, his gaze intense and flicking between your eyes and lips.
“Bu–” Sylus cuts you off as he plants his mouth onto yours, swallowing every word that was to come out of your mouth. He gives you no room for dispute, and soon you can’t help but give in to his tempting request. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him in close. Everything around you begins to fade as you lose yourself in his arms and his lips compete with yours. They are hungry and demanding, yet soft and soothing, causing chills to run up your spine.
Little sparks of pleasure shoot up from your torso as you feel a hand slip under your dress and creep up your legs. Sylus groans into your mouth as he feels your supple skin of your thighs under his fingers. You sense his eager grasp and instinctively pull your legs apart slightly as you give him way and he begins to breathe heavier —so do you, as his fingers dig into you as an acceptance of your invitation.
Sylus’ fingers eventually make their way between your legs, and suddenly he pulls away from your lips as you gasp. He looks at you in slight surprise, as you both catch your breath.
“You’re not wearing anything underneath,” he breathes out with lust growing in his eyes, as his chest rises and falls with yours.
You look down, avoiding his intent gaze, “No. I’m not,” you repeat to him in a low voice, his fingers continuing to slowly stroke your folds, making you squirm in his lap and pull your legs out wider.
“So, you planned this too,” he claims in a low voice, as his lips are close enough to tickle yours.
“I don’t know, maybe I forgot to wear something in a rush,” you smirk with the cheeky lie.
“Oh really?” Sylus plays along, “But you’re already so wet, baby,” he hums, and his fingers play with your folds with a little more pressure, causing your breath to hitch.
There was nothing more left for you to say other than a breathy, “I am,” as your eyes roll back and his fingers persist in teasing you.
He lets out a deep chuckle as he witnesses you slowly begin to lose the ability to form coherent sentences. He continues to stroke your wet core as he looks deep into your eyes, like a predator laying out his trap to capture its prey. You clasp onto him by hooking your hands around the back of his neck as he continuously and persistently works his fingers on you, occasionally teasing your clit, causing your breath to become shaky. His gaze pierces right through as you stare back at him with eyes of plea.
“It’s okay, baby. You’re okay,” he reassures you, as you let out quick, short whimpers wanting more, “I’ll take good care of you, don’t worry,” just as Sylus says that he lifts you up by the waist, giving you way to hook your leg around to straddle him with your dress bunched up at the hips. He pulls you in and crashes his mouth onto yours. This time, this kiss is hot and searing; tongues almost fighting to claim territory of each other, determined to take each other in until there’s nothing left of either you.
Your head begins to blur, causing you to instinctively push Sylus away slightly, gasping for air. He sits back and studies you, his eyes dark and hungry as catches his breath. Your cheeks are flushed pink, and your skin is pricked with a dewy glow under the ambient, dim light. You sit there straddling his lap as you bite your lip from the feeling of his gaze on you, your hands resting on his chest.
“You look so fucking adorable, baby,” Sylus affirms, as he brushes your hair away from the front of your face. You look up at him and wrap your arms around the nape of his neck, shyly smiling at his satisfaction with you. You lean in closer, lightly brushing your lips against his.
“Is there anything else that you’d like on your birthday?” you tease him in almost a whispered tone. Sylus pulls you in again for another deep kiss and you wrap your arms around him tighter. Suddenly, he lifts you up by gripping your ass with both his hands momentarily, before placing you back down again, bringing you in to be closer to him, and your bare, wet pussy on his hardening, clothed cock. He looks at you deep in your eyes as he teases your thighs with the tips of his fingers.
“Grind on it, baby.” His voice was calm, deep, and demanding.
With no delay you begin to push your hips back and forth on him as you clasp onto his shoulders for support. Sylus sits back and watches you intensely, as you work into him persistently, his length growing and getting harder, your breathing getting heavier. Waves of pleasure run through you, from your wet core, through to your torso, and soon you can’t help until your fast breathing start to become desperate moans. Rubbing your clit into him as you chase your orgasm, your moans become louder and more pleading to reach you end.
“Ah—! Fuck— ”
“Fuck! You’re doing so well, sweetie!” he encourages you, as he’s breathing heavily and squeezing your thighs, “Such a good girl for me, baby.” His praise shoots sparks through you and you feel pleasure intensify twice as much, having you gasp and moan louder.
“ Ha— S-Sylus! I’m so close!” you call out.
“That’s it, baby, keep going,” Sylus groans out as he’s gritting his teeth, gripping onto the meat of your thighs harder, the corner of his mouth raising up into a proud grin. Soon, pleasure spills over you, as you throw your head back and gasp sharply, reaching your high. You fall back onto his chest as Sylus’ hands creep up to your waist and you catch your breath. You look at him with your eyes dazed and your hands resting on his chest, like a small kitten and Sylus lowers his head onto you for short pecking kisses, rubbing the back of your head as you kiss him back. Sylus suddenly picks you up by the waist places you on the table in front of him, pushing everything else before you out of the way. You look down at him endearingly with your hands on his shoulders as Sylus does the same, looking up at you as he rubs your thighs, pushing your dress up. He grips the fabric and pushes it up at your hips. Cold air hits your sweet spot and Sylus looking right at it, looking hungry and clenching his jaw, causing you to blush as you hide behind your hand. “I’ll take it from here, baby,” Sylus claims in a low, raspy tone.
Sylus dives in between your legs and he devours your sweet core with no warning, causing you to gasp hard as you lean back onto the table on one hand, the other is in his hair. He groans into you as he brings his hand around your ass, kneading it and almost pulling you in closer towards him like it wasn’t enough. He laps you up continuously, viciously, as he hears you moaning uncontrollably, as if the more he goes on, the hungrier he gets for you.
“S-Sylus!” you gasp, as your breath tries to keep up with his insatiable appetite for you. You moan involuntarily as Sylus continues to feast, groaning into you as he sucks away at your clit.
“Fuck, baby, you taste so good!” he gasps, giving you a short break before diving back into you pussy with his mouth, licking and sucking away at it.
“Fu-uck— Sylus! ” you yell, falling back onto you elbow as he throws your legs over his shoulders, biting onto your lip hard. That was no prompt for Sylus to stop.
He grips onto you and creates bruises on your thighs, and waves of pleasure crashes through you as you can longer focus on what’s around you. “Please! h-ah! ” You fail to get words past your lip as you hear Sylus give a sinister chuckle as he looks up at you from your wet core and continues to lap up everything. You can do nothing more than helplessly moan to Sylus’ tongue hitting your sensitive bud, lapping and sucking away. Your consciousness is no longer within this room as you’ve hit your high. Everything around you disappears as you experience your second orgasm – more intense and aggressive than the last. You come onto his mouth, and he groans in pleasure. Sylus looks up at you panting as you’re nearly collapsed in front him, your breath catching up with your surroundings. A satisfied grin emerges onto his face as your eyes finally meet his.