You thought that Eddie, after his rehabilitation efforts, would be starkly a vanilla man.
Between his own self-loathing and his fear of relapsing by hurting you, you had expected nothing less than the missionary and some pillow talk.
Your relationship, however, is full of surprises.
Though he had once been a shrewd, violent man, much had changed. That including his ability to love on you hard enough to make you scream.
The first time it happened you wrote it off as sexual frustration. Eddie had made you near hysterical with his tongue before finishing You off with his dick, leaving you a fucked-out mess to be scraped out of bed in the morning. Your lips were sore from his for days.
The other times you had scrambled to assemble stories explaining it, even the times he outright told you he liked nothing better than to watch you cry and thank him. He never made you beg- that was his most critical trait. He worked hard to back your back arch and your hair damp with sweat.
You didn’t put much thought into it until he had gotten you pregnant.
Then everything before looked vanilla by comparison.
