Filling her void [m/f] [virgin] [oral] [penetration]

Megan’s head rested against the bathroom wall. So many emotions. So many thoughts. 22 and married! The thought was almost a surprise. Commitment in marriage wasn’t even supposed to be a thought until she was at least 25; at least that’s what she wanted. But she loved him, too much. The thought of being separated from her lover was as painful as not having one. She looked at herself in the mirror. The thin, blue nightie she wore elaborated her curves and her panties hid her innocence. She is beautiful, he told her that hundreds of times. She wouldn’t believe it. To her, he could have had a better woman, not her. In denial, she’d call herself too thin and point out that her breast were disproportional to her body. She wouldn’t accept the fact that she was, in fact, absolutely beautiful. Everything from the hair on her head down to her toes displayed absolute perfection in his eyes. He wanted her to know it but she couldn’t see it.

She looked one more time into the mirror. What I am complaining about? She asked herself intently. She looked up and down her body and tried to accept that he loved her regardless of what she thought about herself. She moved silently to the bathroom door and cracked it open. There he was. He stood there waiting for the one that he loved and the one that HE had proposed to. It was his decision. Megan thought of her past and felt unworthy. He was always so nice, so kind. He had always put her first. She feared that it would go away, that after a mere few weeks, everything would change for the worst. She never dealt with uncertainty well. But she loved him. She wanted to show him what her love meant. She had always said it prior to this day but finally she could show him. She could finally transmit those feelings that had been so hard to describe in words.

Megan forced herself through the door. She walked slowly into the spacious room. Nervousness shot through her body like lightning. She tried to distract herself by looking around. The tall, white walls, the gorgeous and large bed with its satin red bedspread, him. She met eyes with him. He was leaning against a pillar, although imperfect, the ecstasy she felt when first meeting him returned. He grinned and stood upright. Could it be that he truly loves me? Could it be that he wants me for…. me? Her pessimism taunted her. His eyes passed from her head down to her toes. He’s judging me! A small smile of embarrassment crept onto her lips.

“You’re beautiful,” he said. He began approaching her.

“Liar,” she responded playfully… But she believed he was. She never felt beautiful nor in her eyes was she ever beautiful. Every time he or anyone else said it, she would blow it off. But what if, what if he really meant it. What if, to him, she was gorgeous? Hope flooded her body. She advanced towards him and fell into his arms. He rubbed his hands down her back. She looked up into his eyes. Although eyes have no capacity to speak, his said something to her. Through his eyes she could feel his feelings for her. She felt the love, the devotion, and the utmost respect and honor he had for her. A tear almost left her eye. Can this really be? She slowly gave in to the reality of his feelings for her. She felt a cold touch along her cheek. His hand. He touch it softly and wiped his thumb along her face. This was it. She closed her eyes. She wanted to feel it. His lips touched hers.

Never before has so much emotion circulated itself through her body. She gave in completely. She wanted him. Her arms went around his body lovingly. They exchanged kisses. Each one more passionate than the last. His other hand grasped the other side of her face. Their lips touch with such sweetness and passion that she couldn’t control herself. She grasped his shirt and pulled. With his left hand he assisted her in removing his shirt. The shirt landed nearby as she continued her advance. Her hands stroked his chest. He wasn’t the most toned man nor did he have the body of a model. But it was his body. The body of the man she loved. His kisses began to relocate. She lifted her chin upwards and felt his lips go down her neck. A loud breath escaped her lips. His affection made focus on her neck. She wanted to scream but held herself back. Her body began to tingle, she wanted more.

His hands began to wander from her head down past her neck. His right hand went down her back then slip up between her skin and her nightie. His cold hand gave her goosebumps. His left hand made its way slowly to her chest. It grasped her breast. YES! This is what she wanted. For once in her life, all former rules, all the dos and the don’ts of her religious went out the window. She let out a small hum of pleasure. With no more bounds, she couldn’t hold herself back. Her hand drifted from his chest to below. She gripped him. It was firm and larger than she expected. It was firm for her. The thought sunk in. He wanted her in every way! Her passion and his intensity increased. He massaged her breast while his other hand pulled off her nightie. Her breasts were now exposed and he didn’t hesitate. He began planting kisses on her chest. His tongue slid down her right breast and began to love her nipple. She flinched in ecstasy. He began to suck. A rush of pleasure went to her head. She gripped harder and began to stroke him. She had enough! She needed him!

Bending down she pulled off his jeans along with his underwear. He erected upwards. Although she disliked oral, she wanted to prove something to him. She grasped his shaft and slowly slid it into her mouth. He moaned loudly as he did not expect this to happen. Her tongue moved the length of his penis while deeply in her mouth. She felt him twitch and kept going. She began to move her head back and forth, sliding her lips along the length of his organ to provide him with pleasure. She brought up her hand and began to massage his sack. Her freshly manicured nails tickled him but she knew he liked it. She kept going but waited. She wanted him to do it, she wanted him to take her.

He bent down and lifted her into the air. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he began to intensely kiss her. His mouth was open and she felt his tongue show the deepest form of love. He carried her to the bed. Her excitement increased as she knew what this meant. Love. He dropped her on the bed and climbed on top. The kissing did not cease. While the intensity of their lip-dance continued. His hand found her. Above her panties he began to massage her womanhood. She was all wet. His hand rhythmically touched her and heightened her drive. His lips left hers and began to kiss down her neck and chest. He continued down her waist and began to remove her panties. She leaned her head back and groaned.

With her beauty fully revealed he began to slide his tongue along her. She immediately flinched and moaned. The pleasure was too great! He sucked on her clitoris and slid his tongue gracefully into her. She loved it. She moaned louder. He sat up. It was time. This was the moment she had wanted to experience. For years she was told that this needed to wait but now the wait was over. She could now lay with the one she loved. He applied lubricant to himself and positioned himself. She was fully aroused, she wanted him in her. This is how she wanted to show her love, this is how she wanted her night, and every night thereafter, to end. He began to penetrate her wetness. It hurt but it felt great at the same time. She felt a tear followed by a sting as he inserted the rest of himself into her. It hurt more than expected but she liked it. She was now a woman. She released a painful yet pleasurable moan.

“I love you, Megan,” he said as he began to push himself in and out of her. She couldn’t respond with words. A large moan of pleasure escaped her as she closed her eyes and arched her back. She felt the shaft slide in and out of her. This is love and this is how she wanted to show him. He kissed her neck to heighten her sensations. She arched her back even more and dug her nails into his back as the intensity increased.

“OH JEREMY!” The phrase screamed out of her. She couldn’t control it. Jeremy. She thought about the name as he filled her up with every inch. This is the man that I married. This is the man that I want for eternity. This is the man that I make love with! Jeremy! Realization struck her. She had been so selfish. For so long she had ignored what others had told her. Now was the time for her to listen. She was told that she was beautiful nearly every day since the day that they met. He was proving his feelings for her in bed. He was showing his commitment by loving her in the most passionate way. Her nails dug deeper as his thrust intensified. He began to moan rhythmically. So close! She was going to make him cum. She felt no greater pleasure than knowing that it was her and no one else that was going to help him reach this level of pleasure. She began to moan with him. The penetration increased. Soon she would feel a warm blast within her, she wanted it. She began to move her hips to assist. His eyes rolled back as she felt his shaft pulsate within her. Immediately, waves of warmth filled her bosom. The moaned together as they shared this moment of climax. She continued to move her hips as to absorb every drop of him. The sensation overwhelmed him and he pulled out and laid himself on his back breathing heavily.

A grin crept over her face. She rolled over onto her side and place her cheek on his shoulder as they rested. I have just had sex with the man that I love. The words “I love you” left his mouth. All selfishness left her. It was time to escape to reality. He married me. He LOVES me. I need to accept this for I have all eternity to spend with this man. One last smile emerged from her face as she began to end the first night of eternity…

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