Vincent
Fuck she tastes good. I knew she would. Even from the small kiss I’d stolen after we’d said our wedding vows. I know I’m moving too quickly. My plan was to slowly slide into being something more with her over time. I have five years to get her to fall in love with me. I don’t know why I thought for even a second that I’d be patient enough to try to ease her into this.
As her tongue moves against mine, I know kissing her this quickly wasn’t a mistake. She also has to be feeling this pull we have toward each other. I’ve seen her stealing peeks of me when she thought I wasn’t looking, but that’s pretty rare, since I’m always watching her.
Her fingers grip the front of my shirt as she deepens the kiss more on her end. She rises up on her tiptoes, her tongue slipping deeper into my mouth. The taste of strawberries and her fill my mouth. I’ll never be able to eat a strawberry again without getting a hard-on. Not that it matters. Whenever she’s near, I’m in a constant state of arousal.
I’m in my thirties. Control over my dick is something I’ve had for a while. But obviously that’s gone now that she’s entered my life. I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her more into me. My cock presses against her soft stomach. How am I going to sleep with her every night and not end up inside of her? Her soft, sweet body is too much to resist. It’s going to be absolute fucking torture to be so close to her and not be able to touch her.
“Vinny.” She moans into my mouth. A growl rumbles from me. I love that she’s already using a nickname and not being so formal. It tells me she’s getting more comfortable around me.
Without thinking, my hands go to her ass and I lift her. She wraps her legs around me, her mouth never leaving mine. I carry her out of the closet and back into the bedroom, where I lower her down onto the bed.
I release her mouth, my lips moving down her jaw and then her neck. I don’t have time for all the buttons on her blouse. With one hard pull, they give way, letting me see more of her. I had no clue slacks and a buttoned-down shirt that went all the way to the wrist could be sexy, but on her it is. She could make a paper bag look sexy as fuck if she wore one. But I’d much rather her naked.
It’s been maddening wondering what was under all those clothes. Even more so because I knew she’s kept it hidden away from everyone. That I’ll be the only one to see her this way. Her bra is next to go. She even helps me free it from her body so that I can suck one of her pert nipples into my mouth. So greedy. I move to the other, wanting my mouth to have tasted both of them before I descend further down her body. I should slow down, take my time, but fear pushes me onward.
At any moment, she could say this is a bad idea. In fact, I know those words will come from her after the orgasm I give her starts to fade. She’ll list a million reasons why we shouldn’t be doing this, having no clue that all along this is the purpose of it all.
I slip off the edge of the bed, dropping to my knees. Her pants are the next thing to go before I slip her simple white cotton panties down her legs and spread her thighs open to me. She’s fucking perfect. Her pussy glistens with the evidence of her arousal there for me to see. The hood of her little clit pokes out, begging for my attention. And I plan to give it.
“Vincent.” She breathes my name. My eyes travel up her body, and I hate myself for not taking my time to kiss the dip in her stomach above her belly button or the freckle under her left tit. But all that will have to wait. I’m too desperate for her.
“Don’t tell me to stop,” I all but beg. It’s fitting, since I’m on my knees already.
She licks her swollen lips, making my dick jerk inside my slacks. My balls fucking ache, but I don’t care. It’s well worth it. Her cheeks turn a shade pinker, almost matching her nipples now.
“I’ll make it good for you.” I push on when she doesn't respond, lowering my mouth to her warm, soft cunt. I flatten my tongue and firmly slide it between the lips of her pussy and right over her clit. A loud moan falls from her lips as she tries to spread her thighs more, but I’ve already got her spread open for me.
That’s all the answer I need. Not wanting her to ache and knowing she wants as much pleasure as she can get, I focus on her clit. In seconds, I have her coming for me. Her moans are the sweetest, sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard.
I draw out her pleasure, flicking my tongue back and forth over her clit before I dive deeper. My hands grip her ass, lifting her a few inches off the bed as my tongue slips down the folds of her sex and to her opening.
I thrust my tongue inside of her, burying my face as deep as I can. Her pussy flutters around my tongue. She’s so damn tight, and I know this is not something I can rush. I’m going to have to work her up to being able to take my cock.
She starts to wiggle against my face, and I know what she wants. I slide my tongue out, lowering her ass back to the bed so I can replace my tongue with a finger.
“Yes.” She moans when I thrust it inside of her, my mouth going back to her clit. Her hips move slightly, matching the movement of my finger as it goes in and out of her. I don’t think you’d notice she’s moving unless you had your face buried between her thighs like I do. I bet she doesn’t even know she’s doing it, but her body knows what it really wants. Fuck, do I wish I could give it to her right now.
In a heartbeat I could have my pants down and my cock inside of her, but I’m not some teenager trying to get my dick wet in the back of a car on prom night. No, Jules didn’t save herself all this time for that. I’m going to earn my right to slide my bare cock inside of her.
Her hand slips into my hair, her fingers grabbing ahold of me. She’s getting greedy for it now, wanting her orgasm. I give her what she’s asking for, hooking my finger inside of her to hit the perfect spot as I suck her clit into my mouth and let my tongue go to town.
It’s not long before she loses it. Her whole body locks up as she screams out my name. A growl rips from deep in my chest as I lose control. My balls draw up tight right before I come all over myself. I groan against her pussy as my own orgasm seems to go on forever. Jules’ whole body goes lax, melting into the bed.
I lift my mouth from her sweetness, coming to my feet. I stare down at her on my bed. Her cheeks are flushed, and her lips swollen. Her eyes are closed, her thick lashes lying across her cheeks. She breathes heavily, trying to catch her breath, her dark hair spread out on my white blanket. She’s a goddamn vision.
Fuck me. I’m a lucky bastard. Every inch of her is now exposed to me. The only thing left on her is her necklace and the ring I put on her finger. I lick my lips, tasting more of her. Never in my life have I ever wanted something as badly as I want her.
And I have her. My ring is on her finger, but it’s not enough. I want more. Her eyes flutter open as a settled smile spreads across her lips. Those eyes of hers come to mine.
“Don’t say it,” I manage to get out, my throat suddenly feeling tight.
“Okay,” she says to my surprise as she sits up. “But it is awkward to be completely naked while you’re fully dressed.” She covers her breasts with her arm as she closes her legs.
“Are you saying you want me to get naked?” I tease.
“I mean—” She stops speaking when an alert sounds throughout my house. “What does that sound mean?”
“It means my mother is in the building.” Her eyes widen.
“I should get dressed.” She springs to her feet in front of me, her arm dropping from her tits. I watch them sway before I grip her hips and bring her naked body flush to mine. “Vincent.”
“Vinny,” I correct. “It’s more intimate. I like it.” I fucking love it.
“Okay, yeah. That does make us sound more believable.” Her words are like a kick to my nuts. Hating how they sound, I do the one thing I know will make me feel better. I kiss her. Her body melts instantly against mine, and her lips parting for me are a balm to everything else I’m feeling. When I lift my mouth, her eyes flutter open, a dazed look in them.
My cock that never went down even after I came jerks against her. A little O forms on her lips as that sound goes off again. This time, I let her go, and she bolts for her closet.
I drop my head back and take a deep, calming breath. My mom better not mess up the very thing she’s been begging me to have: a daughter-in-law followed quickly by a grandchild.