“Ah, I think so? It’s past the 30-day mark,” he muses and ducks back behind the curtain, rinsing off his hair.

“Perfect. So I just pick a dentist? Or do I just go to yours?” You look at the bands on your fingers and admire them for a moment as you hum.

“You can probably see mine.”

“Do you think your dental insurance covers Invisalign?”

The water turns off, and Richard pulls the shower curtain back aggressively, “No.”

You shoot him a quizzical look in the mirror, but you can’t help but smile at him, “They don’t cover it?”

“You’re thinking of getting rid of my favorite thing? I adore it. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” he spoke passionately as he approached, wrapping his arms around your waist. His damp chest was warm against your back. You shiver as the water from his hair drips on you, as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“It’s how people remembered me—the woman with the tooth gap. I was made fun of all the time. I rarely smiled with my teeth until I met you.” You sigh, reaching for your lip liner and contouring the edges.

“Honey, your gap is beautiful. It’s the first thing I noticed about you,” Richard lamented, kissing and nibbling your shoulder, his mustache tickling your shoulder. You giggle and jolt, almost ruining your lipliner. “Sometimes the things we see as imperfections are the very things that make us unique. I love it so much. Perfection in the imperfection,” he whispered huskily. You can feel Richard press his body into you, his hand kneading and caressing your hip, and you give him a look in the mirror when you realize how he’s already hard, “Do I have to show you how much I love that gap?”

You gasp as you feel him slide a hand down your sleep shorts, “Richard–! You’re ridiculous.”

“Mm, but you love it. Finish doing your lips,” he murmurs kissing your neck and groans when you shift your legs apart a little further when his fingers slowly start to circle your clit, and he can feel the way you respond to him, “Your gap is perfect. You have a smile that lights up my world, and that gap just makes everything about you so special.”

His hand just cupped you, letting you do your lipstick before starting his ministrations again, when you put the lipstick back on the counter, “Richard, you have work soon.”

“Look in the mirror,” he whispered nibbling on your earlobe, “Just relax, let me show you.” slowly pulling your sleep shorts and panties down, his hands caressing your thighs, your ass, ghosting up your shirt to feel your stomach, “Part your lips for me.” You swallow hard, your breath catching as he calls you a good girl. He reaches up to your chin and holds it, his thumb ghosting at the corner of your mouth, but careful not to ruin the fresh lipstick, “You drive me crazy, baby. This smile…this mouth… Look at the little gap. It’s everything.”

“Nuh, Uh. " Your breath hitches as he slips a finger inside, and you whine—his finger retreats to add a second digit. You reach back to grip his curls as he presses his fingers deeper, rubbing slowly, searching for the spot that makes you shake.

“Look at you. I want you to see what I see. Do you know how many times-,” he groans and whispers low in your ear as your other hand grips the edge of the porcelain sink, pressing back into him, “you would send those photos to me at work to tease me right before I come home? I’d always think about your mouth, those lips. That little gap I’d see? I think about it all the time. It’s so you. Your laughter, smile, and sensuality—it starts, lives and breathes in that gap.”

You whine, head falling back on his shoulder as he nibbles and kisses the exposed skin, his fingers pumping in and out, and your breath catches, “You have a thing for it, don’t you? Or do you just really want me to watch?” 

His pointer moves from chin to your open mouth, his finger is careful not to ruin the lipstick as he presses the finger against the gap and groans, “I love the way it feels, that little dip.” Richard starts to rub you faster, and you gasp, grinding against him, “How I can feel your breath through that gap. I swear I could spend hours worshiping that little gap.” he moans like he can’t wait for another second to taste your lips. He parts his lip, letting his tongue press against the gap before deepening the kiss. Richard makes you whimper with shaky knees as he presses closer to the counter for stability. It’s lewd, it’s sensual, his tongue is pressed up against your gap, groaning at how it feels. You had no idea he loved the little imperfect detail about your mouth and how personal it was to him as he cradled your jaw in his hand, a gentle touch compared to how his fingers coaxed out your moans.

Your name is a ragged groan against your ear as Richard breaks the kiss and has your body pinned, trembling and shivering with need as you feel him press against you. You mewl and your hand leaves his hair to grab his hip, thigh, ass, whatever you can reach to get him closer, “You are insatiable, Richard. Show me how crazy it makes you. I need you.”

“I know… I know you do. You’re so tight,” he groans, and Richard can see the gap as you chuckle breathlessly, his mustache tickling your skin while his lips trace your neck with lust-blown eyes meeting in the mirror. “Look at mi corazon, how beautiful you look like this, my wife.”

The hand moves from the sink to the edge of the counter to grasp at it as his fingers leave you, only to have his cock press against your entrance. Your brows furrow at the stretch as you look at him in the mirror, eyes locked as he slowly presses in, as you push back to meet him. His hands roam slowly and teasingly over your waist and stomach, just enough to make you squirm. Richard’s warm hand finally settles on your hip, the other rubbing up your back, trying to figure out this new position.”Oh my god, Richard.”

“Yeah,” his eyes darken as he presses his hips forward to thrust into you. “Feel how much I love you? Feel how much I love that gap?”

“Fuck, baby…I feel it. What if—” Your breath starts to quicken, and biting your lip, your chin drops to your chest as he sets the pace, “I do it anyway?”

The hand caressing up your spine entangles in your hair as he grips it from behind, needing to tenderly pull you back and feel all of you against him, “I’ll have to worship that smile of yours every night until you admit you never needed to change a thing.” He lets go of your locks to cradle you against him by your throat, a loving grasp, slowly moving up so his thumb could caress your bottom lip, and he murmurs ghosting over the shell of your ear, making sure you’re looking at his reflection, “But sweetheart, I’d miss my favorite part. Every single time you smile, or when you bite your lip when you’re trying to keep yourself from moaning.” 

“Mmmhm, Richard.” You hum and feel his hand, fingers intertwining with yours over the counter, shifting against him for more. He keeps his eyes locked on yours as he kisses your neck, biting, sucking, soothing his with his tongue as the side of his thumb slips between your lips once again, grazing against the gap. 

He shivers as you press a kiss to it, your tongue flicking against his thumb. He’s moving faster, voice dripping with desire, “Love how you say my name. Look at you, look how perfect you are mi corazon.” Richard can’t resist, he’s kissing you again, his hand leaving yours on the sink to rub your clit. “Oooh, that's it. That's it, there we go honey,” he grunts against your lips as you tighten around him.

“Maybe I’ll keep it—” you whine breathlessly, feeling yourself start to tremble. Your grip on the counter tightens as you press back into him, “just for you.”

“Oh, mi corazon.” That wrecks him. His grip on you tightens, and his movement becomes more erratic. His voice drops to something raw as his only focus is on your body, sending shivers down your spine. “Just like this. Keep it just like this. Always. Look in the mirror. I want you to watch how good you look when you come for me.”

Richard builds you up, continuing to whisper filthy and worshipful things in your ear as you both watch yourselves in the mirror. When you both finally fall apart for each other, his arms wrapped around you as Richard kisses your neck.

He looks up at you panting, and you feel him smile and chuckle as you both come out of your lustful daze and focus on the smeared color and the mess your mouths made of each other. “I guess I ruined your lipstick. I didn’t mean to–”

You smirk and look back at him. “You got a little carried away.” You turn to the mirror again and feel the heat rise to your cheaks, the lipstick smeared across your mouth, leaving little traces of color on your teeth from where Richard worshiped your gap.