Vessel pressing down on your lower stomach, his other hand helping to keep your legs spread as he pushes inside you, a wide smile on his face, completely overjoyed with himself.
“Big stretch, my love. You can take it. Good girl.”

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Vessel pressing down on your lower stomach, his other hand helping to keep your legs spread as he pushes inside you, a wide smile on his face, completely overjoyed with himself.
“Big stretch, my love. You can take it. Good girl.”
Another Vessel thought: you’re both sitting together, close enough that your knees touch. His face is cradled gently in your hands as you lean in, peppering soft kisses along his cheeks, the line of his jaw, the tip of his nose. You tell him how grateful you are to have him in your life; how deeply you admire him, how highly you think of him, how he deserves the entire world and more.
He gets all shy about it, of course. That soft, almost disbelieving smile tugging at his mouth. His lashes flutter closed, warmth blooming across his cheeks as he leans into your touch, nuzzling into your palm like he wants to stay there forever.
Oh, sweet Vess.
Sitting on the floor between his knees, your cheek resting against his thigh, looking up at him through your lashes before you take him into your mouth.
Oh, sweet Vess.