Honeymoon First Night

Honeymoon First Night

Honeymoon First Night – I have known her for over 11 years now and am comfortable with her; with my feelings and my body. And yet, I haven’t been this nervous, waiting in our bedroom for her to arrive.

And no, I haven’t as much as laid a finger inappropriately on her, yet. Partly because we are from that part of the world where premarital sex is frowned upon. And mostly because I didn’t get to that stage, for the first four years just watching her was a treat. The next six years we connected emotionally and last year we became intimate, I mean verbally intimate. It was amazing. She is so perfect with an amazing body.

I have spent hours on her pics, ogling and sometimes touching myself. And these pics weren’t even obscene. I would get an instant hard on if I see her breasts, doesn’t matter if she has a snow jacket on or an apron for that matter. And with all this in the picture, now in a few minutes I would be seeing them for real. I am not sure if my blood pressure would dangerously rise… really.

And then she arrived for that honeymoon first night together, all my inner voices disappeared, my brain was stuck on processing how beautiful she looked in that dress. Her lips moved, she probably spoke. I nodded. After like 20 seconds, I came to my senses.

The girl of my dreams is right beside me on the bed, and all I did was to watch. As a masterpiece of a great artist, I was admiring her curves. Her eyes were addictive and looked like she could read all my thoughts. I don’t know how long I was sitting staring at her, but I could see her getting restless.

I touched her hand around the elbow and pulled her close to kiss her on her neck. I could feel the blood rushing to my brain, and I was feeling light headed. The kiss on her neck turned to a nibble and then a bite. I could feel her breathing hard as she turned towards me and I pulled her closer. Within a snap, I removed her top, and she was in her bra. I always imagined myself being really slow, passionate in enjoying this moment with my girl. In reality, I couldn’t control myself, I was like a hungry hound. I started kissing her cleavage and went downwards to her bellybutton where I kissed and sucked. Her twitching when I did this turned me on even more.

By now, I was partially over her, with my hands holding her hips firmly and kissing every inch of her exposed skin. I was then rubbing my face over her bra; she suddenly raised her upper body, which I later realized was a cue to unhook her bra. I didn’t even get a look at her gorgeous breasts; I just plunged my face into her mounds of soft, warm skin. She moaned hugging me. I was high.

I then sucked her hard erect nipples; I was in a state of euphoria. I rolled my tongue, fiddled her nipple, biting gently, her nipples on my face and eyes. I did everything like that was the end of the world. While I was busy sucking her nipples and biting her breasts, she cupped my crotch over my pants and squeezed me. I was rock hard already, and she unzipped me. The instant she touched my penis, I felt a little dizzy and squeezed her breasts. While, I kissed her lips and put her flat on the bed, she was still stroking my penis.

Her lips were very soft; I sucked them too. She cupped my balls, this time, pressing them. I fondled her breasts, gently this time and was pinching her nipples. She moaned, mumbled and stroked my penis. She was holding it very firmly and stroking slow but hard. I reached my peak the instant she touched my penis, and within ten strokes or so, I came, pressing her breasts and her hips hard. I would have been embarrassed if I knew it was going to happen, maybe I am, even today, but at that moment, I felt happy that I completed what I was doing without interruption. She was still playing with my limp penis with cum all over.

I moved her to the side and slid my hands into her skirt;  She was so wet. And rubbed my fingers over her soft, warm skin. I am not sure if she came at that point, but she arched her back and started to moan. I spread her legs, lifting her skirt up and kissed her. The delicious scent of her wetness was a treat. I kept licking into her making her moan and ended with a bite on her vulva. All that moaning made me hard again, I was dying to get inside her.

She was lying on her back, spreading her legs to receive me. Her skirt is still on, which made her, even more, sexy. I kissed her and pulled her legs up to my waist. I wanted to rub my tip over her first, but as soon as it touched her wet vagina, and I felt her juices on my tip, I had to thrust in with all my lust. She moaned in pain, grabbing my ass with her nails leaving a mark.

I could feel the walls of her warm wet pussy; I pumped in hard and very fast. This time, I hit the 2-minute mark, before I came inside her. It was the best feeling of the night. I felt like we are one body. Like dancing an intense Tango. It was only then I spoke for the first time that evening; I said, “I love you so much,” not in lust, I just felt so happy she is with me, and she mumbled, “me too.”

I woke up the next morning, with her stroking me. I smiled and hugged her, engulfing her completely with my arms and chest. She said she didn’t know how else to wake me up.

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