First Blush: Virgin Hearts Entwined

The scent of lilies and fresh linen hung heavy in the air, a fragrant blanket over our newly wedded bliss. Valentine’s Day, a day for hearts and roses, had transformed into a day of raw, unadulterated pleasure, a perfect beginning to our honeymoon. Edward and I, two souls just embarking on this wild, unknown journey, found ourselves sharing two adjoining rooms, each meticulously prepared for the other, a silent acknowledgment of the intimacy to come.

As I finished shaving my legs in the opulent, oversized shower, the cool water cascading over me, I slipped into a black lace bikini, a garment chosen specifically for its provocative allure. The sheer fabric clung to my curves, hinting at the delights that lay beneath, a tantalizing invitation for my soon-to-be-aroused husband. I called him in, my heart pounding with a nervous excitement, the anticipation of the shared experience bubbling within me.

The moment he entered, his eyes, dark and intense, locked onto me, assessing, appreciating. I arched my back slightly, a playful gesture of submission and dominance, and took my place on the plush, king-sized bed. “Sit down,” I commanded, my voice low and husky, laced with a hint of invitation.

Then, I began my dance, a slow, deliberate seduction designed to ignite his desires. I bent over, my rear end brushing against his face, a cheeky peek at the pleasure that awaited. It was a tease, a promise of the depths we were about to explore. The rest of the dance was a slow build, a building crescendo of anticipation. As I moved, my member, still pristine and unblemished, rose slightly from his pants, a silent challenge, a declaration of readiness.

I gently laid him down on the bed, pulling off his shoes and socks, stripping him bare of any barriers between us. Then, with deliberate slowness, I began kissing every inch of his exposed skin, tracing the curve of his muscles, the smoothness of his chest, the heat radiating from his core. The sensation was electrifying, a current running through my veins, feeding my mounting arousal. My own member warmed and swelled, a powerful reminder of the pleasure that awaited.

I started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the sculpted lines of his abs, each curve a source of both pleasure and anticipation. My fingers traced the contours of his torso, sending shivers down his spine as he groaned softly. My hole was hot and wet, a clear invitation to pleasure. I leaned in, kissing along his pant line, then slowly, deliberately, I unfastened his pants, allowing him to see the raw vulnerability beneath.

“What’s under here?” I whispered, my voice husky with desire, as I slid the trousers off his legs, exposing his pale, smooth skin. “Why don’t you find out?” Edward teased, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. I rolled him over, taking off his boxers, a final layer of restraint removed. He sighed, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as I kissed him all over his backside, savoring the heat of his skin against mine. The sexual tension in the room was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. I felt a surge of primal energy coursing through me, threatening to overwhelm my senses. Slowly, I turned him over, my member waiting patiently for its release.

Edward reached for me, his hand finding my bottom, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he lifted me onto my knees, my rear end held high in the air. The anticipation was almost unbearable. As he got on his knees, facing me, he began to explore my body, his hands gliding over my skin, seeking the perfect spot. I guided his hand, gently pushing my member towards his eager grasp. It felt incredible, a connection so intimate, so powerful.

As he began to pump into me, I moaned, lost in the throes of pleasure, my body writhing with each thrust. The pressure was intense, exhilarating, sending shivers down my spine. Without thinking, I started to hump him, letting out a primal scream of pure joy. He hit my G-spot, and my body jolted violently, my breath catching in my throat. I was almost jumping up and down on his seven inches, unable to contain the overwhelming pleasure.

“Your turn to be in control now,” I gasped, my voice barely audible. I kneeled with my butt in the air, letting out a low growl of dominance. Edward responded instantly, getting on his knees and continuing his exploration, seeking the most intense sensations. I reached back, guiding my member to his eager mouth, and as he started to lick me, a wave of pleasure washed over me.

We released our fluids simultaneously, a torrent of warm, passionate release that filled the room with a primal scent. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect culmination of our desires. As we lay there, exhausted but exhilarated, we caught our breath, savoring the aftermath of our shared experience.

“Let’s go shower,” I panted, my body aching with pleasure. I wanted to explore new sensations, to push the boundaries of our newfound intimacy.

I turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature to a soothing warmth. Then, we both jumped in, embracing the clean, refreshing water. As I massaged his balls, my fingers tracing the sensitive skin, I could feel him hardening again, responding to my touch. Slowly, I put his manhood into my mouth, sucking on it with a desperate hunger, lost in the sheer pleasure of the moment. It was heaven, pure and unadulterated.

“Harder!” he almost yelled, his voice strained with desire. As I continued to pleasure him, my body responded in kind, arching and twisting in anticipation. When I was done, I played on the bottom of the shower, the water spraying over my stomach and my butt lifted into the air, allowing him to fully appreciate my form. He dove down, licking around the brim of my hole, savoring every inch of my exposed flesh. I knew another orgasm was coming, and I welcomed it with open arms.

As it hit, he groaned, a sound of pure ecstasy, and put his tongue into me, deepening the pleasure. The rest of the night was a blur of passionate encounters, each more intense than the last. We explored every corner of our bodies, pushing each other to new heights of pleasure and intimacy. Thanks be to God, we had found our perfect match, a connection that would last a lifetime. We had both been virgins, embarking on this journey together, and now, lost in the depths of our shared desire, we knew that we had found something truly special, something that would forever bind us together. It was a night of unparalleled ecstasy, a perfect beginning to our forever.

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