STONE'S DIARY

Chapter 37.)

As the wind blows, her soul goes stiff. The warmth of his body is a reminder that they'll forever be bound. The soft whimper is his hint that he's handling her the way she needs. His hands wander her body and the second it rests on his name inked in perfect cursive, a jolt of energy ruptures through her.

He was her weakness, the mention of his name was enough to make her cum. Christmas seemed to have become their holiday as her soft cries filled the room.

The way he took his time with her kept her high off him. Love; it was a drug to her.

The once vicious winds seemed to have settled down with the cadence of her heartbeat. In a sense, she was becoming entwine with the world and its creation as he took his time realigning the stars as he planted vitality inside her.

The cold has left her body as his warmth filled her up for the third time. It was then when her soft eyes met his mesmerizing ones that she realized just how much he needed her. How much he cherished her, how much he adored, and worshiped her.

He loved her but furthermore admired her. Her simple beauty, her strength to constantly overcome the harm that has been thrown her way.

Her determination in life was his push to always do better, to always go harder than the last day. His life was centered around her, as long as she was happy, he would be happy. She did so much for him and he felt it was his responsibility... his honor to repay her for the time used.

The world could end tomorrow but as long as he had her, he would go out a happy man.

They were growing together, learning together, and making sure the other was always on the right side of life.

As the anticipation built up inside her, her hand went from clawing at his back to pushing against her name inked on him as his hips rolled gradually inside her.

She was confused by the way her body was reacting with his. There was no way these were normal orgasms, not the way she felt as if a piece of her soul was fleeing her body and going into his.

If this was what their honeymoon would be like then Lord knows she wanted no parts of this voodoo that she swore he had on her.

How was it that she couldn't hear herself but could hear the love from him with each climax? His groans seemed to overpower hers making her feel like a mouse hiding in the corner from the neighbor's cat.

How did he strip her of her soundbox? Was that even possible in the world?

Just as quick as the thought popped in her head, a deep-rooted rumble came from below and left her already divided lips as the notes of her love filled his ears as he replenished life inside her once again.

The shock was written all over her face but that was his form of rewarding, knowing that he was doing something right.

Intertwining their hands, Yae'Shawn held her hands above her head and leaned down towards her face as he halted his movements just to gaze at her.

He could try all he wanted to but if his dick said 'cum' then that's exactly what would happen. Her beauty was intoxicating, it was enough to take him over the edge and before he knew it, he was filling her up again.

"Fuck," he mumbled closing his eyes. They were definitely in for some trouble soon but he was prepared to take the heat, he couldn't help himself when it came to her. He's tried but she had a way of bringing him to his knees.