Moonlit Bonds & Silent Echoes

It was a full moon, casting an ethereal glow upon the room dedicated to the newly married couple. The space was intentionally dimly lit, with floral wallpaper adding a touch of romance to the scene. The purposeful dark-colored bed sheets felt cool against my skin, a stark contrast to the blush rising in my cheeks – a natural flush this time, not the artificial kind. As I moved my fingers through the wind chime hanging above the bed, I could sense his gaze upon me. Twelve years together had cultivated a strange telepathy between us, a silent understanding that transcended words. As I slowly turned around, I saw him standing right behind me. Tall, broad, and undeniably handsome. The three-year-old D I remembered had been handsome too, and the memory still held a certain allure. He was looking at me intently, and I could read the unspoken emotions in his eyes – a potent mix of longing and regret. D was, is, and will always be my knight in shining armor, a man who pillow fights with me, watches romantic comedies with me, and cries just as much as I do. He’s my best friend, has always been. That night was different, though. I've always been an overt person, uninhibited and bold. The only one in my class to not go weak in the knees because of stage fright, but I was trembling nonetheless. Goosebumps erupted across my skin, my hands were moist, and my eyes were brimming with tears.

When he didn’t make a move, I took a step closer, staring into his eyes and asking, “Finally?”

His eyes twinkled, and he replied, “Yes. Finally.”

I backed up a little, lowering my head and speaking softly, “You deserve better than me.”

I could see the look of exasperation in his eyes. Continuing, as he settled down on the edge of the bed, his face was gleaming with anticipation. “You are a prince; I am just an ordinary girl. You are the most handsome guy I have ever seen, and I am just like any other girl you would see.”

He promptly stated, “I will not.” His tone was a mixture of exhaustion and frustration. He rose from the bed and pinned me against the wall, ensuring it didn’t hurt me. My breasts were pressed tightly against his chest, a sensation that made my knees weak. I shivered, my eyes closed, and he locked my hands with his, holding them above my head against the wall on both sides.

I said, “This. The way you touch me, the way you look at me, I don't deserve this. I am not worth it. You could get so many girls better than me.”

I could see his eyes were red with tears. I hushed, fearing his pain. He brought his face closer and whispered in my ears, “I want to make love to you now.”

I quivered and, with trembling lips, whispered, “Enough, D, just enough. Why can’t you see? I am not worth this paradise. Your arms. You. I am not even in your range of people. I mean, look at yourself; you are marvelous. And me? My entire body is covered in marks. I have a darker complexion, a result of years spent under the relentless sun, and a scattering of scars from childhood mishaps. They tell a story of resilience, but perhaps they also contribute to the reason why you find me imperfect.”

Before I could finish my sentence, he took my lower lip into his mouth and pulled me closer, crushing my breasts against his chest. He kissed me passionately, his hands roaming as if searching for something desperately desired, igniting a fire deep within me. I tried to pull away, but I couldn’t bring myself to break the mesmerizing kiss. His hands were tracing the outline of my bra, sending shivers down my spine. I pushed him away, desperate to regain control, but the pull was too strong. My body was already succumbing to the intoxicating heat of his touch. I was crying, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

“Why are you doing this to me?” He held my hands, bending slightly and whispering softly, “Because I need my wife so badly. I have ached for you, each inch of me (pun intended). I want to show you that my love is above all this crap, because tonight I am not going to make love just to your body, I am going to make love to your soul.”

With that, he picked me up, laid me on the bed, and came over me. I resisted his touch, but my desire for him was overwhelming; I needed him inside me. I desired him, all of him. He held my hand and made me sit upright between his legs, positioning them on either side of me, and my ass touching his crotch. He removed my bangles, slowly kissing the length of my arms. I could sense his erection, through the thin cloth of his cotton Indian attire. It was hard as a rock. I could feel my lady place moisten. He reached for the hook of my bra, and I held his hands, he breathed heavily into my ears, “Don’t stop me tonight, not tonight.”

I reluctantly allowed him, and he removed my blouse quickly but cautiously. He turned me around to look at my heavy breasts, my eyes closed. He said, “These are better than I had imagined in my dreams.” I knew I blushed to a bright pink because he kissed my cheeks. Within fifteen minutes of kissing and drooling over my entire body, I was left in a black bra and panty. He removed his shirt, leaving the boxers on him. He made me lie down on my back, linking his hands with mine, and came over me, kissing my lips with a passion I had never even imagined. I tried my best to respond, feeding off his desire and pleasure. He kissed my neck softly, amazing me at the change of his ways. Quickly and appropriately, he kissed my collarbone, sending shivers through my entire body. He cupped my breasts in both his hands, and kissed my nipples through the bra, causing them to harden more, and me to moan more.

I was breathing heavily, he fiddled with the hook of my bra and removed it. He feasted on my boobs, sending waves of pleasure, constant waves. He played with my nipples, kissing them, nibbling at them very lightly so as to not hurt me. He kept asking me if I liked it, and I just kept moaning louder. He kissed my belly and rubbed his tongue over it causing me to chuckle a little, he did it some more, and I laughed. He came back to kiss my smiling lips. He whispered, “You look so beautiful when you smile.”

He returned to his job, and I caught a glimpse of the tent formed in his boxers. I thought of a trick I had read somewhere, and slowly brought my left leg near his boxers. Using my flexibility, I tugged my toe into them and pulled at them, they came right down. He looked amazed but recovered from the shock and removed them. His cock sprang up in attention; I watched it amused.

He smiled at my reaction and asked, “Twelve-year long wait worth it?”

I nodded desperately. He tugged at my panty, and I bucked up my butt to aid him, closing my eyes. Suddenly I covered my mound with both my hands. He fought away my hands, and I blushed like I never had before. I could feel my cheeks burning. And something else too. He kissed and lapped his tongue all over my love hole, and the moisture fueled the fire further. I was dripping wet. He continued to explore, and I could feel my orgasm building. He rubbed my clit with his thumb only to push me over the edge completely. And in no time I was swallowed by a massive orgasm. The hugest I had ever had. My body clenched, toes curled, and I pulled his hair making him groan a little, as I came all over his face, spurting my love juices.

He looked at me with a very familiar face. One which he makes after he has triumphed in something, and I knew he was thinking about the many times I had claimed that I will never moan loudly no matter what he does to me. I didn’t know it would be this intense. He repositioned himself almost instantly making me chuckle. Now his thrusts felt heavenly, they made me drown in pleasure. He maintained a steady pace, his expressions of pleasure driving me crazy. As I moved my ass to meet his deep thrusts, I could feel myself losing track of time and space. My senses had stopped working though I could see him making love to me. His beautiful cock explored my depths. I could indulge in the sloshy noises that my wet pussy made while being pounded. I could smell the alluring aroma of sex all around me, but I swear it was just this. I knew nothing else. Time stood still for those moments.

He had laid himself on me very lightly so that he could whisper sweet things into my ears each time we were one. His warm breath on my neck sent numerous sensations of pleasure throughout my entire body. He had never taken his eyes off me when he came up for air occasionally throwing back his head and moaning indicating his pleasure. His speed was more than fast now, and my moans were more than just loud. We were in pure ecstasy. Being one flesh. I could feel my entire body tense and at once I orgasmed. Arghhhhh was all I could manage but he had already slowed down, considering he would have felt it too. The walls of my pussy wrapped around his cock milking it, and with three deep thrusts he emptied his seed into my depths. He groaned and said how much he loved me, how beautiful I was, and how this one hour was the best he had lived.

His cum felt warm, and I felt filled, taken, owned, complete. I felt bliss for the first time. I started crying, his face turned from one of pleasure to one of panic. He pulled out his tool and took me in his arms. He looked so worried it broke my heart, and I stopped crying at once.

Before I could explain anything, he said, “I am sorry. I know I have been harsh. I lost my sanity. I am so sorry, just don’t go away from me. Stay please. Just be in my arms every night. I will never touch you again until you tell me to and…”

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