Vincent

Spit Take

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I woke when I felt the covers and bed shift around me. I frowned, keeping my eyes closed, turning the other way, annoyed and still tired, my stomach slightly cramping. Vincent moved beside me, putting his arm around my waist. For a second, I almost went back to bed, exhaustion hitting me, but Vincent's hand slipped up my shirt.

My hair was brushed off my shoulder and over my neck, warm lips meeting the skin on my neck. Vincent pulled me closer against him, my ass against him. I felt his boner underneath me and my face got warm. It made me feel so assured that he was already hard when I basically did nothing. Sure, it could've been morning wood but still.

He carefully moved my body so I wasn't on my side, turning me so my back was on the mattress. He continued the assault on my neck. The way he was kissing me, his hands up my shirt slightly touching me in a teasing way, distracting my mind from the soft throbbing pain in my stomach. He pulled back from my neck to look at me.

"You're so beautiful," he complimented and I felt so enamored at the moment, "you don't need makeup," he continued, kissing my cheek.

I had washed off all my makeup last night in the shower. I never really thought about it before. I was still a teenager and I still broke out so I ran to my makeup whenever I needed to cover up. In fact, I had a breakout on my temple and upper cheek. The one on my upper cheek had started to dial down but the acne on my temple was still evident.

"Thank you," I nodded.

He pulled up my shirt so it was exposing my stomach. "How well do you know your body?" he asked me.

"Good," I nodded.

"Bene," he agreed, "well, I don't. Do you mind?" I shook my head and he leaned in to kiss me. It was slow and soft, simply exploring my mouth, slipping his tongue in. Once he did that, I broke the kiss, not wanting to gross him out with my morning breath.

"What?" he asked, offended.

"I haven't brushed my teeth yet this morning," I explained.

"I don't care," he brushed off, leaning back in to kiss me. My eyes fluttered close as he gently pressed his lips against mine. He was running his hand over my stomach as his other cupped my face to deepen the kiss. After some time, he parted. "Did you like that?"

"Yeah," I whispered.

He nodded. "Learn this," he instructed, going back down, "just follow but don't copy."

I shook my head in agreement as he focused back on me. He ran his tongue over my lips before taking them. I liked it a lot. He did it before, right before he took my virginity, except it wasn't that sensual. I think it was a lot more intimate because of how slowly he was doing it to teach me.

He pulled back, looking at me and my flushed face. I don't know if it was his intention but I was starting to get turned on down there.

"Get it?" I nodded. "Do it to me," he commanded and I leaned in, repeating his actions. I never had a guy teach me to kiss but I liked it. I don't even think he was trying to teach me to kiss, I think he was just trying to expand my tricks in the kissing department.

"Good girl," he complimented, "good student," he smiled as I laughed. "You're good with your tongue. Let me show you this." Vincent leaned into me. Apparently, I didn't do something right because he pulled back. "Put your tongue in my mouth."