First Night After Forever

The last of the guests had departed, leaving behind a lingering scent of champagne and forced smiles. The rented house felt strangely empty after the whirlwind of the wedding reception, a stark contrast to the vibrant chaos that had filled it just hours before. Tomorrow, we’d drive to Charleston, South Carolina, for our honeymoon, a practical choice given our shared desire to save for a down payment on a home. It wasn't a cruise or a luxury resort, but it was ours, a beginning crafted with careful consideration and a healthy dose of shared responsibility.

Honestly, I hadn’t envisioned this day arriving so swiftly. Life with chronic sickle cell disease had thrown countless curveballs, and the thought of a conventional life, let alone a wedding, felt like a distant, almost impossible dream. Yet, here we were, bound by vows and the promise of a lifetime together, a testament to the improbable strength of our love. You’d chosen me, despite the challenges, despite the constant worry, and you'd committed your body to me, knowing the battles ahead. It filled me with a profound gratitude and a fierce determination to reciprocate that love fully, to make every moment with you a sanctuary of joy and fulfillment.

As we stepped inside, both utterly depleted, you suggested we retreat for the night, and I readily agreed, but a pang of disappointment quickly followed. The potential for a flare-up, exacerbated by the day’s exertion, hung heavy in the air. But the thought of postponing the intimacy we’d both eagerly anticipated after so long, felt like a betrayal, a denial of the connection we’d forged. Sensing my hesitation, you surprised me with an offer: “Let’s do it, if you want.” My heart quickened, a mix of excitement and trepidation swirling within me. I wanted to, desperately, but the thought of pushing my body beyond its limits, especially after a stressful week, was daunting.

Determined to approach this moment with intention and care, we turned to the wisdom of others. We delved into *The Great Sex Rescue* and *The Good Girls’/Married Guys’ Guide(s) to Great Sex*, meticulously studying their advice on pleasure for both partners. The books emphasized the importance of mutual satisfaction, a concept I wholeheartedly embraced. I wasn't interested in a haphazard approach; I wanted to ensure that our lovemaking was an experience we could both savor, a shared exploration of our desires. Maturity in the bedroom, as we both understood, was key, and I wasn't about to let our wedding night be anything less than extraordinary. Besides, I valued your boundaries, perhaps even cherished them, and I wouldn't dare push you in any way, shape, or form. The thought of holding back, knowing what was to come, felt like a selfish act, a denial of the powerful connection we shared.

You thanked me, your voice laced with genuine appreciation, and leaned in for a sweet kiss on the cheek. "You're so considerate and wise," you whispered, a playful smile gracing your lips. "That's why I chose you for my husband." Then, you offered a delightful little wink, a mischievous glint in your eyes. You declared that you would indulge one of my fantasies tonight, in lieu of sex, and I felt a surge of anticipation.

“Take your shower first,” you instructed, reaching for my hand and gently guiding me towards the bedroom. The mattress seemed to welcome us, offering a soft haven from the demands of the day. I settled at the edge, my senses heightened, a nervous flutter in my stomach. As you moved to pull down my pants, my own arousal surged, an involuntary response to the touch of your hand. The release of tension was palpable, a physical manifestation of the desire that had been simmering beneath the surface.

Whispering, “Enjoy,” you began by cupping my balls with your right hand, the gesture both intimate and provocative. Your left thumb and index finger formed a gentle cradle around the shaft, while the rest of your fingers delicately danced along the length of my penis, building anticipation with each caress. The heat intensified, spreading through my body like wildfire. As more fingers joined the dance, the pressure increased, a thrilling crescendo that left me breathless. You leaned forward, your lips brushing against the base of my member, and began to lick with a slow, deliberate rhythm.

The world around me seemed to fade away as my senses sharpened, every nerve ending ignited by the exquisite pleasure. My heart pounded in my chest, a frantic drumbeat accompanying the escalating sensations. My breathing became shallow, desperate for air, as my body responded instinctively to your touch. Time ceased to exist, replaced by the pure, unadulterated pleasure of the moment. It felt surreal, almost dreamlike, as if I were suspended in a state of bliss. I had never experienced anything quite like it, not even in my wildest fantasies. This was beyond anything I could have imagined. The trials, the abstinence, the constant worry—it had all been worth it for this single, perfect moment.

As the climax approached, I braced myself, unsure of what to expect. But you, sensing my impending release, merely winked, a playful invitation that only intensified my desire. The wave of pleasure crashed over me, a torrent of sensation that left me gasping for air. My muscles contracted violently, my body convulsing with involuntary spasms. It was an intense, overwhelming experience, a complete and utter surrender to the pleasure you were providing.

When the wave subsided, you opened your mouth, revealing the pool of my cum within, before swiftly swallowing it whole. The act felt both intimate and primal, a connection forged in shared pleasure. Then, you opened your mouth once more, sticking out your tongue to show me that the semen had been consumed. A sexy smile played on your lips as you leaned closer, your eyes filled with a mischievous delight. "Thank you for the tasty treat," you said, your voice a soft murmur against my ear.

My own face betrayed my shock at what had just transpired, but you remained unfazed, brushing your teeth before gracefully slipping under the covers and resting your head on my chest while gently caressing my crotch. The sensation was both comforting and electrifying, a perfect blend of tenderness and stimulation.

“I love you, my husband,” you whispered, your voice filled with genuine affection.

“And I love you, most precious wife,” I replied, feeling a profound sense of contentment wash over me.

As I drifted toward sleep, still reeling from the intensity of the experience, I made a silent promise to myself: tomorrow, if not the next day, I would devote myself fully to providing you with every ounce of pleasure I could muster, ensuring that our lovemaking was an endless source of joy and fulfillment. The memory of that first blowjob, a testament to your generosity and unselfishness, would forever be etched in my heart. It was a perfect start to our marriage, a foundation built on trust, desire, and a shared commitment to exploring the depths of our intimacy.

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