The Older Man Part II

Chapter 8

Mr. and Mrs. Vincent Milano To Be

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CHEYENNE'S POINT OF VIEW

As soon as we were in the bedroom, Vincent eagerly worked to undress me. One article of clothing after the other was shed from my body at a rapid pace until I was naked and willing in front of him.

He let me remove his clothes from his body. I worked to undo every button of his shirt and couldn't help but admire the ring that resided on my left hand.

There was something about the way that a simple ring could change the entire perspective of something.

Vincent seemed to experience the same feeling I had because he placed his hand over mine that was halfway through the buttons of his shirt. He grazed the tip of his index finger over the ring. With gentility, he brought my hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to my ring finger.

I smiled at the gesture. I connected our lips in a kiss before returning to undressing him.

It didn't take long after his shirt was completely unbuttoned that he was fully bare. I took a mental note of how impressive his build was. It was no secret that he had gotten older since we first got together, but his age couldn't be pinpointed by his toned physique.

He had already grown physically aroused, and it showed.

Wanting to please him, I looked up to meet his eyes as I began to kneel down in front of him.

"No," he said in a low voice. He stopped me before my knees made contact with the soft carpet beneath us. With a light grip on my elbow, he lifted me back onto my feet.

My eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Did I do something wrong? I thought to myself. It wasn't until I saw him kneel in front of me that I knew why he had stopped me.

Something I noticed about Vincent throughout the duration of our relationship as that he had an appetite for pleasuring me. Any chance he had to feast on my arousal, he took without hesitation. I was never one to object to his oral fixation; it always benefited me, so why should I complain?

He pressed innocent kisses along the surface of my bare thighs. Gingerly, he made his way towards the unwrapped present between my legs. I parted my legs slightly to allow him access to what he desired.

He delivered a whisper of a kiss to the skin just above my core to tease me. I whined lightly, making him shake his head playfully.

His eyes locked with mine before I saw his tongue poke out from between his lips and come in direct contact with my arousal.

A moan came out of me before I could comprehend it.

Vincent held my hips in his hands as he ran the tip of his tongue beneath my petals. His warm breath fanned against the dangerously sensitive flesh. I tensed up slightly because of the consistent feeling of his breath brushing against me.

He noticed how I reacted to the simple gesture and smirked to himself.

He flattened his tongue and dragged it over my clit. After pulling a pitchy moan out of me with that, he blew a light gust onto the fresh saturation. He did that for a while to torture me. He reveled in the fact that he could turn my own body against me.