We waited. Somehow, we waited. Maybe it was a miracle that we managed not to tear each other’s clothes off during our five-year courtship, but it’s amazing what good communication and willpower can do. We simply decided we would wait, and that’s what we did. Of course, that made the longing more intense.
The wedding day was wonderful–perfect, really. We got to the hotel where we would be spending the night before departing for our honeymoon. We had some quiet time together, and then we gave each other a knowing glance. It was time.
I helped her out of her wedding dress (those things are really elaborate; lots of pins and flaps and complications). She helped me out of my tux. It’s kind of a blur remembering all the undressing, but soon enough, she was lying naked on the bed. I surveyed her; the love of my life, smooth and soft and feminine, waiting to receive my naked body.
I was just about bursting out of my tight silk bikini briefs. There was a large spot of pre-cum in front. I finally removed my last article of clothing and showed her every inch of my body for the first time. My penis was incredibly hard and alert.
I lay on top of her and we melted into each other–kissing, caressing, nibbling, feeling, shifting. Not a stitch of clothing on either of us. Just the complete nakedness we had both been fantasizing about for years.
After some fairly quick foreplay, she began to lubricate me, her gentle fingers coating my aching penis with clear gel. Then she lay back down and with one hand guided my manhood to her. I felt the tickle of her pubic hair, and then a hot softness that almost made me want to pass out. I was afraid to breathe. I didn’t want to finish, and yet I wanted to rush ahead and experience everything at once.
She guided me into the folds of her womanhood, me taking impossibly slow breaths to try to control my arousal. Only, for two virgins, it’s not as intuitive as you’d think. I had never felt penetration; she had never been penetrated. We were guessing at how it was all supposed to feel. I nestled myself among her wet folds and moved ever so gently.
I don’t know how long it lasted; it doesn’t matter. The act was utter selflessness, each of us giving our virginal, naked bodies to the other in an act of humility and love. The room seemed to disappear around us. The tightness in my groin built. Finally, I cried out and released myself into my wife.
There was a stream of emotions that followed, with laughing and kissing and shifting. We soon discovered that I hadn’t penetrated her but instead had been nestled up among her labia. And we laughed some more, because we knew we’d figure it out next time.
Next time came the following night, after some travels. We decided she’d go on top this time, using her body weight to ensure penetration. Once we were naked and lubed up, she draped her gorgeous, naked body over me and stood up my penis with one hand. Then, she spread her legs wide and aligned me with her opening.
I felt the head of my penis glide past her outer lips and into intense warmth. I looked down just in time to see my shaft disappear into the center of my wife’s body. Once inside her, the sensation was unmistakable; I was surrounded by her slick, feminine snugness. Our pelvises found a common rhythm. I felt her insides moving against me. I was fully engorged down to the base of my manhood.
Her enormous breasts draped down on me, and I devoured her nipples, which by now were like marbles. I stroked her hair fiercely, ran my hands down her back, and rested them on her buttocks. Moments later, when my time came, I clutched her buttocks and thrust myself as deeply as I could into her.
By now, she was climaxing too. I gasped and shot every ounce I had into the deepest recesses of my wife’s beautiful body. There were no barriers; no condom, no shot, no pill, no parents about to come home, no worries about what would happen if she got pregnant. Just two fertile young bodies giving themselves fully to one another.
We spent the rest of the week experimenting with each other. Different speeds, different angles, different touches. And in less than two weeks, we made the most beautiful baby girl either of us has ever seen.
No amount of “experience” could have made these first attempts any sweeter. We didn’t need special moves to impress one another. It was enough to be ourselves, and to offer ourselves.
Every time we make love now, it’s a little better–different, but better. And every time we make love now, there’s that possibility that we will make a new life. To us, it’s all a blessing. And it was well worth waiting for.
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