My Man (18+) ✔️

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Vincent woke up feeling victorious – he was a newly married man after all. He rolled over and looked at Inessa with a grin on his face. Her eyes were closed, but her chest was rising and falling in a steady rhythm. There was something so peaceful about the way she slept, and Vincent couldn't help but feel grateful for the way their paths had crossed.

As he leaned in to kiss her cheek, he noticed that her face scrunched up in discomfort. "What's wrong, love?" he whispered, hoping she wasn't feeling unwell.

"I'm sore," Inessa murmured, shifting slightly. "I thought I'd wake up feeling relaxed, but I feel like I ran a marathon."

Vincent couldn't help but feel a little guilty at Inessa's discomfort. He had been so caught up in the moment last night that he didn't notice if he was being too rough. "I'm sorry, babe," he said, holding her close. "I got a little carried away last night."

Inessa groaned, but he could see her lips twitching with amusement. "A little?" she asked, teasingly. "More like a lot."

Vincent chuckled, shaking his head. "I can make it up to you," he said, leaning in to kiss her neck. "A massage, some champagne, anything you want."

Inessa's eyes sparkled at the suggestion, and she smiled. "I wouldn't mind that," she said, snuggling up to him. "But maybe later. Let me wake up a bit more first."

Vincent smiled, content to lay with her in comfortable silence. But he couldn't keep his hands to himself for long, and soon he was peppering her face with kisses. Just as things were getting heated, Inessa's phone rang.

Vincent groaned inwardly, feeling annoyed at the interruption. "Who is it?" he asked, hoping it wasn't some emergency.

"It's Zariah," Inessa said, picking up the phone. "Hey, girl. What's up?"

Vincent frowned but didn't say anything. He could hear the joy in her voice as she spoke to her friend, and he didn't want to ruin her mood. But as she chatted on the phone, Vincent couldn't resist the temptation to kiss her neck again. Inessa gasped, and Vincent felt her fingers digging into his shoulders.

"Inessa, what's going on?" Vincent whispered, trying to conceal the jealousy in his voice.

Inessa giggled, biting her lip. "Nothing," she said, trying to stifle a moan. "Just chatting with Zariah."

Vincent wasn't convinced, but he couldn't stay angry with her for long. He leaned in to kiss her, his hands roaming over her body. Inessa moaned again, and this time Vincent heard the pleasure in her voice. He knew he was going to have to make it up to her all over again.

After Inessa hung up the phone, Vincent couldn't resist the temptation anymore. He picked her up and carried her to the shower, and they repeated the night of last night. This time, though, he was more gentle and attentive, noticing when Inessa's breath hitched and when she moaned.

He had almost forgotten about Zariah until her phone rang again, but this time Vincent was determined to make sure his wife got the attention she deserved. He urged her to take the call, even as he continued to love her in the way she deserved. Her moans grew more intense, and he knew he was pushing her to the brink, but he didn't care.

"You're amazing," he whispered into her ear as she struggled to contain herself. "I want you to feel good."

Inessa let out a scream of pleasure that Vincent was sure Zariah must have heard through the phone. He kissed her again, deeply and passionately.

Later, as they lay in bed, Vincent couldn't keep his hands to himself. He lifted Inessa up and carried her to the kitchen, where he made love to her once again, this time against the counter. Inessa's cries of pleasure echoed off the walls.

Vincent couldn't believe how lucky he was to have found someone like Inessa. She was a force of nature, always surprising him and pushing him to be better. He had never felt this alive before.

A/N

I think I'm getting carried away with the smut...

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