Ezra

When we got home, Vincent and I both climbed out of the car, the air around us buzzing. We made our way into the bedroom and I excused myself to the bathroom before Vincent even had a chance to say anything. I changed out of my dress and into one of his long sleeve teeshirts and a pair of spandex shorts.

I was slightly panicking, I knew when I go out there Vincent will be patient and understanding, sitting on his hands until I direct him otherwise, but I didn't want that, I wanted his hands on me.

I opened the bathroom door and see he sitting on the edge of the bed hunched over, resting his forearms on the top of his thighs.

As soon as he heard the door open, he sat up straight, shooting me a smile and motioned for me to claim my place on his lap, and I did so immediately.

I sat in his lap straddling him, my arms immediately going up to his shoulders and holding on. This position was giving me major déjà vu from our wedding night, but this time was different. We were different.

This time I wouldn't be crying and miserable, worried about what my dad or Alice may think. I would be in love with my husband, who has been more than patient.

Vincent spoke first, "You said you wanted to talk?"

He continued rubbing small circles on my thighs, while I hummed out an "Mhm," while he peppered my face in chaste kisses.

I kept one hand on his shoulder, reaching my other hand to play with the hair on the base of his head, making Vince hold onto me tighter, pulling me closer.

"You gonna make me guess?" He chuckled out, stopping his kisses, which made me frown at him in return.

"Remember what you made me promise last night?" I asked.

"Mhm." He hummed back.

"I'm not ready for the real thing." I confirmed, "But, um, I don't, I've-"

Vincent decided to free me from my excessive rambling, "What does my sweet wife suggest we do then, hm?"

I paused for a moment and he began slowly placing sloppy kisses against my jawline, "Should I tell my beautiful wife how much I love her, hm? How fucking hard she makes me? How about how much I want to bury my face between her thighs and never come back up?"

I let out a shaky breath, "Yeah I think that's fine."

Vincent smiled at my joke, and looked down at me, "Trust me?" He asked, and I nodded.

"Always." I answered before he stood up with me in his arms, and tossed me on the bed and climbed on with me, "I'm going to make you feel so fucking good baby, yeah? I just want to hear you say it."

"Yes."

"Not good enough." He demanded, and I instantly knew what he wanted, our conversation from earlier playing in my mind.

"Yes, daddy." I blushed saying the words, but Vincent's visceral reaction made it worth it.

"That's my girl." He praised me, and goosebumps peppered my arms at his words. Vince must've noticed my reaction as he spoke out, "Does my little wife like to be praised, hm?"

I smiled lightly at him and that was all the confirmation he needed as he took his hands and slowly drug them down my body. He stopped at the bottom of my shirt, asking for permission to take it off, and I nodded my head while holding eye contact as Vince lifted it up and over my head.

His eyes traveled down my chest, staring for a good minute until he leaned down and licked a streak all the way up my sternum, hardening my nipples more than I thought possible.

Vincent's eyes traveled back up to mine, "How long have you had these piercings done?" He questioned, squeezing my boob in his gargantuan hand.

"Almost a year, why?"

Vince didn't miss a beat before pulling one into his mouth, sucking on it gently at first but harder after a few seconds, while kneading the other with his giant hand, rolling my piercing in his calloused fingers, making me gasp at the contact.

He switched sides, giving the same treatment with mouth and hand working in tandem, and he lightly bit down on my nipple, making me flinch, before checking in, "all good?"

I went for a verbal response, but a breathy moan fell out instead which made Vincent chuckle out an "atta girl," so I opted for a thumbs up, which satisfied him as he switched to my other nipple, biting down again before sucking harshly, switching between pleasure and pain, making me wetter by the moment.

He started kissing down my stomach, tongue swirling in my belly button, before he brought his hands to the top of my underwear, running his finger slightly under the band pulling up, then letting it smack back down. He started kissing around my inner thighs, then moved to place open mouthed kisses on my panties, right where my opening was.

"Your fucking dripping out of these panties, baby, let's take 'em off, yeah?"

"Please." I was breathing heavy, needing some kind of friction, gasping as he took his large knuckle, and began rubbing it up and down my clothed opening, teasing me.

"Vincent!" I breathed out.

"Oh alright." He rolled his eyes with a smile, as he looped his fingers under my underwear and pulled them down my legs, his eyes never leaving mine. I was completely naked, laying in front of him as he stared down at me intensely, but I didn't feel self conscious in the least.

"Vincent, take off your shirt." I asked him, and he sat back on his heels and responded a, "Come up here and take it off yourself."

I did as I was asked, leaning up and unbuttoning every single button on his shirt as he watched me intently. I pushed off his shirt and ran my hands over his broad chest feeling the way his muscles tensed and relaxed at my touch, reaching out to touch the silver chain that hung around his neck, giving him a kiss on the collar bone.

I didn't know I could be turned on by a fucking chest

So I decided to boost his ego a little, "Vince, I think I'm going to come just looking at your chest." I smiled up at him, and he pushed me back to the bed, "I've been thinking about my face in between your legs for months, thinking about how good you taste, what face you make while you cum." He spoke in a deep voice, "Now, spread your legs." He demanded, which I instantly complied with.

He reached out and anchored my legs around his shoulders and neck, and without another warning, Vince stuck his head between my thighs and licked a long stride from opening to clit, making me inhale a large breath of air. He then reached out for my hand and directed it to the back of his head, where I threaded my fingers through while he worked his jaw, making me squirm.

I held on tight to his hair, pushing his face further into me while moving my hips in sync with his face.

This won't suffocate him, will it?
fuck it, this is a way he would want to die

"I'm gonna put a finger in, okay baby? Just relax."

And sure as shit he slid a finger in with no resistance from my body, before he lightly pulled it out and sank it back in.

"You're doing so good baby. Taking daddy's finger so good, huh?" Vince praised, which made me lightly moan in response, while stifling a giggle. I knew this fucker liked being called daddy

Vince put his mouth back on my clit, and added another finger, which made me feel a burning sensation for a couple seconds, but quickly washed away. He hit a spot that made my whole body clench, "Do do that again" I demanded, which caused a chuckle from him, and focused on the spot, making me moan a little louder this time.

"Good girl. So wet for daddy, huh?"

I could feel a tingle all throughout my legs all the way down to my feet, my abdomen feeling super tight, and I reached my hand to grasp onto his wrist, warning him that something was happening, "Vincent, Vince, something is-" I cried out, gripping onto his hair like my life depended on it.

"Don't fight it baby, relax into it."

My whole body went rigid, I felt like I was going to pee myself, "Vincent I need to-"

"I know baby, you're okay. You're doing so fucking good, about to come on daddy's fingers."

holy fuck I could hear him say that all day

A couple seconds later my whole body tensed and felt like a string snapped, I let out a moan and sure as shit, I finally was pushed over the edge as an intense and blissful feeling washed over me for several seconds.

Vincent laid with me for a couple minutes, telling me how good I did, before he got up and disappeared for a minute. I was too exhausted to see what he was doing, but a second later he came back over and hovered over me, cleaning me with a warm washcloth whispering sweet things to me, which had me blushing in response.

He threw the wash cloth in the hamper, and got me a new teeshirt out of the drawer, throwing it directly in my face which made me grunt. I put it on as Vincent took off his pants, leaving on his boxers, and flipped off the lights and laid next to me in bed.

I couldn't help but giggle and ask, "Daddy, huh?"

"Fuck off."

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My first time writing a spicy scene! Any thoughts?