[FM] Our first

We have now been married for almost five years, but this is the story of my wedding night, and the first time I’ve been with my man (or anyone, for that matter). We were 21, younger, dumber and in love.

Having a religious background, my man and I had never been together in the four years we had been dating. It wasn’t always easy, and there were more than one occasion where we would let things escalate, but it would never go past a few brief moments of grinding. Suffice it to say, there was plenty of tension built up, with very little release.

In addition, this was a time when I was not used to masturbation. I’d done it a few times, but I would immediately feel guilty, and found no pleasure in it overall. Thankfully, this has now changed.

Enter our wedding night.

It had been a long day, filled with both emotion and stress, as weddings go. Thankfully, it all ended well, so I was ready to put it behind me, and focus on what was about to happen. We drove to a very romantic hotel, with a room I hand-picked for us: huge bed with veiled drapes, a luxurious bathroom with a large tub, and well-adjusted ambient lights.

As soon as we walked in the door, he pressed me up against the wall. “Temper, temper, dear; I’ve prepared something special for you! Give me five minutes in the bathroom.” I bought the perfect set of lingerie, and was so excited for him to see me in it, for the first time! Black and ivory lace, smooth thigh-highs and a garter belt. (This look has yet to fail me)

As I was getting ready to leave the bathroom, my heart was pounding. What was about to happen was so new, so exciting, and nothing had prepared me for it. I stepped out, and stopped in the door frame. He was across the room, as our eyes met. He gave me a quick scan, head to toe, and started towards me. I was shivering, as he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me next to him, locking his lips onto mine.

One of his hands reached up to my breasts, as the other one began to touch and squeeze my ass. I’ve always loved having my ass touched, and this was making me so wet. He lifted me up, and carried me to the bed, all the while kissing me and squeezing my cheeks. As he laid me down, and got on top of me, I could feel his cock against my pussy, touching it through the lace. Oh, what a rush!

The touching and kissing continued, as he slowly undid my bra, to reveal my tits. He stood up for a quick moment, to take in the sight, and came right back down. He knew what I wanted as well as I did, so he started kissing my nipples and pushing my tits together. My head was tilted backwards, and my back was arching with every new flick of his tongue.

His hands made their way down to my hips again, as he slowly started to pull at my thong. He got up, and lifted my legs on his shoulders. We locked eyes for a moment, and then he slipped my thong off. It had taken me hours to prepare my pussy and make sure it is perfectly smooth, and I could now see it was worth it. His eyes lit up, as he reached his fingers for it, for the first time.

I reached over and undressed him, and rubbed some lubricant on his already throbbing cock. I guided him to my pussy, and he rubbed my clit with his cock a few times. Then, he pushed his cock against my pussy..nothing happened. He tried again, a few times, and it would still not go in. I didn’t say anything, but it began to hurt.

He immediately stopped and, without a word, started to kiss my feet and calves, holding each of them against his face. He got off the bed and pulled me to the edge, continuing to kiss down my legs, to my thighs. Blood was rushing to my crotch, as he got closer and closer. He kissed my inner things, and ran his tongue over them. Then, he traced my hips, and kissed my stomach. He was slowly making his way towards my pussy, and I could already feel my juices dripping out of me.

He paused for a second.

I wish I could explain the feeling of that first contact…his warm, wet tongue parting my lips and moving up to my clit. I was over the moon! A shiver came over me, and I let out a soft moan. He somehow knew what he was doing, when not even I did. The slow, steady motions of his tongue over my clit had me grabbing the bed sheets, and I remember thinking to myself: “I can’t believe this is happening!” It was more sensual and erotic than anything I could have ever imagined.

My body was squirming and moving harder, but he never dropped the pace. His hands grabbed my hips and held me down, as his tongue kept making my pussy drip. I couldn’t hold it in any longer, and I started cumming, wrapping my legs around him and pulsing in the rhythm of my pussy. I was trying to push his head away, but he gave my clit a few more flicks, making me flinch every time.

Finally, he unwrapped my legs and got up, laying next to me; I couldn’t make a move, as his fingertips were tracing my curves.

That part of the night had come to a very happy ending.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9wq4vx/fm_our_first