Honeymoon Part 1

My husband Michael is possibly the sweetest, most considerate man on earth (most of the time). But, unfortunately, this trait isn’t always admired by everyone, which led to him being taken advantage of and bullied for much of his adolescent and teenage years. This is what brought us together, which is why he was able to forgive the jerks who did such horrible things to him so easily. “If it hadn’t been for them, I never would have had the balls to speak even to you to ask you for a pencil, so I’m quite grateful for this,” he tells me whenever I bring it up.
But first, a bit of back story. Michael was born and raised in Sydney, Australia. He moved to Texas when he was fourteen. He had this ADORABLE fringe for bangs, but his hair was a moderate length in the back, and dirty blond. He had braces, and he was SO pale. I remember the conversation topic in class once, “How could you have lived in Australia for FOURTEEN years and be SO pale?”
Not only was he smart, but quiet, which caused me to feel an instant draw towards him. But, being on the more shy side of the spectrum myself, I admired him from afar. Until one day, in the first month of our sophomore year in high school. I had left my last class of the day slightly late, asking for some clarification on homework instructions. I heard some jeering near my locker, and as I approached, I saw a crowd of boys surrounding another. It just so happened that they were in the way of my locker, so I shoved my way through, wishing I hadn’t. The poor boy was almost passed out, clutching his ribs as he lay on the floor. I picked him up and put his arm around my shoulder. I took him to my house and had my aunt help me clean up his blood covered face. He then walked home once he fully regained his consciousness. We started to hang out more, and we became a couple. Eventually, about three years later, we got married. Young, too. I had JUST turned twenty, and he was still two months away from doing the same.
Now, we were both still virgins when we married. Shortly after we started dating, a friend invited us to church. We both have relationships with God now, and at that time we agreed that it would be the best thing for us to wait until we married. At this point, the only issue I faced was the wedding night. See, having been bullied for a majority of his life, Michael was not the most confident when it came to his body. Unfortunately, this hindered his desire to join as one flesh. So, when I tried to make the first move after he smoothly carried me through the door of our honeymoon suite, he got really nervous, and I realized that I’d have to take a MUCH different approach.
We had decided to get something to eat, so we ordered some room service, and rented a movie. As we watched the movie, I saw my chance and grabbed it, moving my hand over to lightly rub his upper thigh. I could feel his body tense in response to my touch, but he didn’t do anything to stop me, so I took that as my cue to continue. I moved my hand up his leg until I reached his crotch, my breath hitching when I felt how hard he had already gotten. I pressed my hand harder as I palmed him, drawing a whimper from his throat. He pressed up into my hand, tipping his head back, eyes closed and mouth slightly open.
I got down onto my knees in front of him and unbuckled his belt. My heart was pounding in my chest. I pulled his pants off, followed by his briefs. He pulled off his t-shirt as well, leaving him completely nude, his faced flushed crimson. My eyes widened at the sight of him. I took his thick length into my hand and slowly pumped him. He let out a sigh of relief, closing his eyes and tipping his head back. I looked at the swollen head and couldn’t stop from giving it a quick kiss, flicking my tongue out to collect the pre-cum that had beaded together. He took in a gasp, his eyes shooting open at the sensation. I took him into my mouth, unbuttoning my jeans as I swirled my tongue around his length. He tangled his fingers into my hair, not pushing or pulling, just looking for some contact. I bobbed my head and pumped his length with one hand. His moans started to get louder, as his hands started to push gently against my head. His breathing had picked up, coming in loud, heavy pants.
“Oh, Oh Lexi, I think I’m gonna—” His words were cut off by a squeak, followed by a loud moan, and he shot his warm come into my mouth. I looked up at his face, flushed red, eyes closed. I swallowed all that he gave to me, climbing back up onto the couch and curling up next to him, laying my head on his (bare) chest. I looked up at him to find him already staring at me, a look of almost awe on his face.
“What?” I asked, feeling slightly self-conscious.
“N-nothing, I just,” he whispered, “I’m just trying to figure out how I got someone like you to marry me.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” I asked as he was starting to confuse me.
“Well, I mean, you, you’re, like, perfect, and I’m just…me,” he ducked his head slightly, seeming almost ashamed.
“Yeah. You’re you. That’s WHY I love you!” I responded, my voice barely audible.
“R-really?” He asked, his beautiful green eyes peeking out from behind his fringe.
“Of course! BUT the fringe has helped you some!” I laughed, drawing one from him as well. “Now, we have a long flight tomorrow morning, so for now, let’s get some sleep, yeah? Does that sound good to you?”
“Sure,” he smiled slightly. He lifted me in his arms, carrying me over to the bed and laying me down. He got in on the other side, pulling me into his side. I buried my face into his chest as he nuzzled my hair gently.
“I love you, Alexandra,” he whispered sleepily.
“I love you too, Michael,” I murmured, feeling my self quickly slip into a deep sleep.

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9 replies
    • Lexi Thomas says:

      Thank you so much! ALL of you, for your nice comments. My wife is probably the greatest gift God could have given me, and this night that she wrote about is one of the highlights of my life (so far). I posted the part two for her, since our son Nick has been keeping her VERY busy. She hopes you all enjoy it as much as you seemed to have enjoyed this one ;D

      -Michael Thomas

  1. lntplay4fun says:

    Touching story, I can feel the love in your story.
    We (L & T) have been married for 20 years, I love my soul mate. We end many of our messages with LuvU4U. We see the goodness in the other and try hard to express that often.

  2. naughty husband says:

    Alexandra, you are a wonderful wife. Michael is a lucky husband I would say. God bless you both. More than a turn on, for me its a heart warming, sensual story filled with love and care.

  3. Drew&Holly says:

    Such a sweet and loving story, Alexandra! Drew and I loved reading it together. Sex within a marriage is such a wonderful way to let your spouse know how much you love them, as you let your beloved know how you feel about him. Many blessings to you and your beloved Michael in your life together!

    God bless,
    Holly

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