First Day Apart: A Virgin's Desire

The insistent chirp of the alarm ripped through the pre-dawn silence, jolting Anne awake. Ron lay beside her, a solid, comforting presence beneath the soft cotton of their bedsheets. His hand, still resting lightly on her breast, sent a shiver of anticipation through her. It had been a whirlwind of passion since their wedding, a dizzying cascade of shared intimacy that had left her body both sore and exquisitely alive. The thought of facing the day, after the intense pleasure she’d just experienced, felt almost unbearable. She needed to relieve herself, and quickly. The urgency was a sharp, insistent pulse in her lower abdomen.

With careful, deliberate movements, Anne eased herself out from under Ron’s arm, pulling the covers up just enough to conceal her nudity. The cool air against her skin was a welcome relief after the heat of their recent encounters. Slipping out of bed, she padded towards the bathroom, her steps quick and silent. The familiar scent of lavender soap filled the small space as she washed, trying to suppress the frantic thoughts swirling in her mind. The idea of having sex before Ron left for work had been a desperate, impulsive desire, but now, the prospect felt even more urgent, fueled by a potent cocktail of lust and the lingering pleasure of their previous session.

Returning to the bed, she curled up next to Ron, spooning her body against his, seeking warmth and comfort. Their wedding night attire, a beautiful, lace-trimmed bridal gown and a silk tuxedo, felt utterly ridiculous now, remnants of a different life, a time before they'd succumbed to their mutual desires. The memories of their wedding night, filled with awkwardness and hesitant touches, seemed like a distant dream compared to the raw, uninhibited passion they’d discovered in the days that followed.

Ron stirred, turning over to face her. A genuine smile spread across his face as he pulled her closer, holding her against him in a warm, affectionate embrace. He pressed her breast against his chest, his touch gentle yet insistent, and then, his lips sought hers in a passionate, lingering kiss. Anne felt a wave of heat rise within her as his mouth explored the curve of her lips, a delicious anticipation building with each passing moment. His manhood grew erect against her, a silent testament to the power of their connection.

Without hesitation, Ron shifted her onto her back, positioning himself above her. He began to fondle her breast, his fingers light and teasing, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. Anne was still on the pill, and her breasts had swelled slightly in response to their recent intimacy, making them particularly sensitive. But Ron’s touch was gentle, a deliberate act of care and affection. He continued kissing her other breast, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her areola before stopping to suck the nipple. The sensation was electrifying, a sudden jolt of pleasure that sent waves of heat surging through her body.

As Ron sucked, his hand slid down her tummy, searching for her feminine lips. Anne, aware of the potential consequences of their actions, drew her knees up to her chest, spreading her legs slightly to make it easier for him. His fingers immediately found their mark, sliding up to the sensitive spot at the top, and as he stroked her clitoris, she felt it begin to erect, a thrilling anticipation building within her. The thought of the bathroom, and the relief it offered, was a distant, almost irrelevant consideration.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Ron slid his fingers down her tummy, descending to her vagina. The entrance was slick with feminine lubricant, a testament to their passionate encounters. Anne’s muscles tightened involuntarily, responding to his touch. It was a potent reminder of the pleasure she had just experienced, and the longing that burned within her for more.

Ron rolled onto his side, lying between her legs. He paused for a moment, simply looking at her, taking in the naked beauty of his new bride. Anne felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment, but it was quickly overridden by a wave of desire. Then, he scooted down to the foot of the bed, his face close to her vagina. The proximity was both terrifying and exhilarating, a potent mixture of vulnerability and power.

He paused for a moment, taking in the sight before pushing himself up and kissing it. Anne guessed what would happen next, and she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted it. She’d heard stories of couples engaging in cunnilingus, but she’d never experienced it herself. Her mother had always warned her about the dangers of touching herself in that particular way, calling it naughty and unseemly. But now, as Ron leaned in close, the thought held no power over her.

Ron’s tongue slid up her lips, exploring the sensitive flesh with gentle persistence. Then, he moved down her throat, entering her vagina where his tongue began to move in and out, warm and wet against the opening. The sensation was both shocking and intensely pleasurable, a primal surge of desire that left her breathless.

Anne pulled his head back up, determined to regain control of the situation. She pushed him away, her fingers instinctively reaching for his head. But he was too quick, pulling her back into his embrace, his lips pressing against her. The pleasure was overwhelming, a torrent of sensation that threatened to consume her entirely.

As she struggled against him, she felt his arousal building, and with a groan, she came—and came, and came—the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. It was a release of pent-up desire, a culmination of all the pleasure she’d been denied.

When the waves of pleasure subsided, Anne lay there for a moment, panting and weak, before regaining her composure. She glanced up at Ron, who was watching her with a look of genuine tenderness. Lying there, naked and exposed, she felt a strange sense of vulnerability, but also a deep sense of satisfaction. All she could think about was the feeling of his erection inside her, the exquisite pleasure that had washed over her.

Ron began pulling himself up over the end of the bed, positioning himself above her. As he felt her erect clitoris against his lips, she reached down and guided it to her vagina. The combination of wetness and sensitivity made it easy for him to enter, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him tighter against her.

On his elbows above her, Ron began his thrusts, his chest sliding lightly across her breasts. He enjoyed the sensation of barely touching her nipples, savoring the exquisite pleasure he knew she was feeling. The thought of their shared intimacy, their mutual desire, filled her with a sense of contentment and fulfillment.

As Ron’s thrusts grew more intense, Anne squeezed her muscles, constricting her vagina to amplify the sensations. Each time she squeezed, he responded with a sharp intake of breath, a sign of the incredible pleasure he was experiencing. He continued to push himself up, reaching deep inside her, and she responded with a silent moan of ecstasy.

Finally, the alarm blared, shattering the intimacy of the moment. Ron had to leave for work, a sudden disruption that pulled him away from her embrace. With a whispered, “I love you,” he slipped out of bed and headed to the bathroom, preparing for his day ahead.

Anne lay there for a few more moments, savoring the afterglow, before joining him in the bathroom to pee and wipe off the backflow. It was a bittersweet moment, a celebration of their passionate connection tinged with the sadness of separation. As Ron went to the bedroom to finish getting ready, she couldn't help but feel a pang of longing, a desire for him to linger just a little longer.

Dressed in a casual shirt and jeans, Ron returned to the bathroom door, turning to face her one last time. He admired her beauty, taking in the nakedness of his new bride, before turning to leave. But Anne couldn’t let him go without one final, passionate kiss. She jumped up and grabbed a robe, rushing to catch him at the door.

Before opening the door, Ron turned and accepted her goodbye kiss, pulling her close in an affectionate embrace. Then, he pulled the top of the robe back open, baring her breast, and stood there, admiring its softness and the erect nipple in his hand. As he slid his other hand down her front, opening the robe completely, he prepared for another round of pleasure.

Anne came again, unable to resist the pull of his touch. The pleasure was overwhelming, a powerful surge of desire that left her breathless. As Ron finished his thrusts, he released her completely, his body relaxing against hers.

Exhausted but content, they lay there for a moment, enjoying each other's warmth, before he whispered, “Tonight.” A silent promise of another passionate encounter, another shared moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure. And as he left for work, she knew that their love story was just beginning.

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