Wedding Night

After so much planning and so much anticipation, the day has finally come. This entire weekend is passing by like a dream. I almost can’t believe it. We are married. I hold my new husband's hand, and we sit together at the head of the bridal table, enjoying the feeling of having all our loved ones spread out before us, sharing in our happiness. This is our moment. All eyes are on us. As much as I love this joyous reception, and the feeling of being surrounded by excited friends and family, all I really want…right now…is to be alone with him. Even if just for a few moments. I want him all to myself. I lean in and kiss him on the cheek.

His smell is intoxicating; sharp and rich. He really is a beautiful man; casually jaw-dropping. But extra attractive this evening, as he sits here, next to me, in a perfectly tailored wedding suit that he organized. I feel so close to him. So connected. We did all this together. It’s been a flawless celebration, and I couldn’t be happier. Well…there is one thing that I can’t stop thinking about that would elevate my sense of happiness…but…I know that I’ll have to wait until the festivities are over. Honestly, I’m having such a hard time being patient while his hand rests gently on my leg. I look into his eyes and I see that he feels exactly the same as I do. I feel absolutely gorgeous in my dress, but the layers of satin and lace are starting to feel heavy and impenetrable. All I want is to feel his hands all over me. The photographer appears at our side, snapping images with a blinding flash.

My husband turns towards me and presses his lips up against my cheek...

“I can't wait until tonight...”

He whispers into my ear. A shiver runs down my spine...

“Oh, me too, darling.”

His hand shifts up to my hip.

“I want you now.”

I tell him to meet me in the gardens. Then, I excuse myself from the table and slip away. Out in the darkness of the beautiful garden estate, I wait beside a woven trellis blanketed with pink and red roses. The gentle wind is cool against my bare arms, but I wait, knowing that he will be here soon to warm them up. A few moments pass until I see a dark figure approaching me at a slow jog.

“God, I love when you’re feeling adventurous.”

He grins at me as he arrives at my side...

“I didn’t expect to see your confident, kinky side on our wedding night.”

His lips meet mine in a passionate, needy kiss. The kind of kiss we’ve been craving all day...He groans into my ear. His hands wrap around my hips. I feel like I’ve been waiting forever to feel his hands all over me. I draw my hands across his body, moving downward towards his crotch.

“Mmm, you feel so good. Oh...yeah, baby. Yes. God, I’m so crazy for you. I love you...god, I love you.”

Just as my fingertips are massaging the bulge of his hardening cock, we hear the next round of speeches getting underway inside. We quickly gather ourselves together and chuckle our way back into the reception. It’s still going to be hours before we get to finally indulge in one another as husband and wife. We both can see the humor in this, despite the raw sexual frustration! The rest of the speeches go by painfully slow. I almost don’t hear any of the words because my mind keeps getting whisked away to our hotel room, where my gorgeous husband is sliding his glistening cock in and out of me. My husband looks over at me with a knowing smirk and I can tell that his head is being filled with the same catalog of filthy imagery as mine. We are both counting down the seconds until we can feel each other at our closest. The rest of the reception goes by in a blur of joyful dancing, fantastic food, and endless congratulations by friends and family.

Finally, after what feels like absolutely forever, we are back at our hotel. I stand in the bathroom of the stunning bridal suite, marveling at the delicate embroidery across my ivory dress. My heart is beating so fast as I slowly get ready for what the rest of this night will bring. I remove my dress carefully...drawing down the zipper slowly and letting the satin fall away from my skin. I place it delicately onto a chair, And retrieve the white lace lingerie set tucked away in my bag. My husband has no idea I bought this incredibly sexy bra and panty set, and I can’t wait to see his reaction when he sees me wearing it. I put it on with trembling fingers. Finally, I’m ready. And finally, we’re alone together. He smiles as I welcome him inside.

The air is electric with our desire. Neither of us says anything as we reach for each other’s bodies. His eyes roam hungrily over the curve of my breasts and the swell of my ass.

“Wow, your new underwear is amazing. I almost don’t want to take it off. Almost...I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

He wraps his arms around my hips and holds me close. I sink into his embrace. I feel his hungry breath on my neck as he moves in close to take me. My body feels different. I am now a wife to this amazing man that I proudly call my husband. My other half. I can already feel his cock growing hard through the thin fabric of his trousers. He’s clearly as desperate for this as I am. I run my hands up and down his back and my heart races with anticipation. His lips are on my neck, and my whole body prickles with desire. A shiver runs through me. With his lips still placing soft kisses on my neck, he guides me back towards the bed. I sit down on the edge and he falls to his knees. Looking up at me, he smiles.

“ This will definitely be worth the wait.”

His lips press against the lace fabric covering my breasts. I need more. More of him. I unclasp my bra and give him full access to my breasts. He seals his lips around my nipples and they immediately harden between his lips. I shiver with arousal while his hands knead the soft flesh of my breasts. I...I love the way he teases my nipples with soft pinches and tweaks across my sensitive skin. He draws his lips further down my body. He drags his kiss across my stomach, taking his time, torturing me with his slow pace. His fingers grip the waistband of my panties and he slowly peels them down. I feel a sudden rush of insecurity, a worry that I might be…

“You are so fucking beautiful.”

As if he can read my mind. He wants me, exactly as I am. He has promised to love me, in all my states. My nervousness fades away as he parts my lower lips gently with his fingers. The sight of my wet pussy swollen with desire arouses him. I smile and brace myself for the pleasure I know I am about to receive. His fingertips rub slowly over my clit making me jolt with pleasure. I’m astounded by how good he can make me feel with such a simple touch. Then his finger presses slowly inside me. I feel myself stretching out as he penetrates me. Then I feel his tongue pressing against my clit. His fingers slowly pulse in and out of me, while he licks at me passionately with quick flicks of his eager tongue.

He moans into my center, as he becomes even more aroused by the pleasure that he’s giving me. I’m desperate for more. He pulls away and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. I can see the outline of his rigid cock growing hard in his trousers. He unbuttons his shirt and drops it to the floor. I think about how good it will feel when our bodies come together for the first time as husband and wife. I know that this is a moment I will always remember. He unbuckles his belt and lets his trousers fall to the floor. And then he pulls down his underwear to reveal his cock, stiff with pleasure for me.

I lean forward, drawn to it, and reach out to take it in my hand. I stroke him. Then I press my lips to the tip of his cock in a kiss. His eyes are wild with desire for me. With a gentle hand, he guides me back onto the bed. I lay back and spread my legs. I’ve been waiting for this for so long. He presses the tip of his cock against my entrance. For a moment, he holds it there. I look at him with hunger in my eyes. I can’t wait any longer. I need it. He enters me. This is the moment that I’ve been waiting for, the thing I’ve been longing for through all the magic of our wedding. He slips inside me with ease. And then he starts to thrust. His hips rock back and forth at a perfect pace. He knows my body so well, knows exactly what it needs. His cock hits all the right spots as he rolls his hips in a perfectly-timed rhythm. Every movement of his body brings me pleasure.

Every thrust of his hips, every kiss that he places on my neck, brings me closer and closer to the release that. I’ve been longing. He holds me tight. His skin is pressed against mine. We close the space between us entirely. His thrusting increases in speed and I can feel myself losing control. My orgasm is building. My skin feels like it’s on fire. Every quick thrust of his hips pushes me towards my orgasm. I know that I can’t hold it back much longer. I reach that peak, and the release is incredible...explosive...like fireworks.

My pleasure, still coursing through me powerfully, is pushing him over the edge too. I wrap my arms around him tight. And with two more powerful thrusts, I feel him coming to his climax. He rides out the waves of his orgasm, slamming his cock into me with each one. He finishes and his body starts to relax, though he keeps his cock buried deep inside of me.

He places kisses on my neck then rolls to lay beside me. He takes my hand in his and brings it up to his lips. With a grin on his face, he places kisses on my hand, kissing the ring that he had put on my finger just that morning...

“I love you.”

He tells me.