Forbidden Fruit, Forgotten Fire

Pete and Holly had spent nineteen years in a deeply satisfying marriage, punctuated by nineteen years of intense, passionate sex. Their wedding had occurred on a bright June morning, and they had both given each other their first virginity that very evening, a deliberate act of commitment and shared vulnerability. However, maintaining abstinence until marriage had proven challenging. They had been captivated by each other from the very beginning, and their courtship and engagement spanned nearly two years, allowing for ample opportunity for premarital encounters. They could have easily succumbed to temptation, yet they both held steadfastly to their spiritual convictions and the influence of their upbringing, desiring to honor God while navigating the undeniable pull of their mutual desires. The heat and passion simmering between them felt almost too intense to contain.

Both Pete and Holly had experienced previous courtships, gaining experience in the art of kissing and making out, even venturing into the realm of second base. But they both possessed an innate sense, an instinctive knowing, that they had found their “one.” They realized that a measured approach was necessary, a gradual escalation of their physical relationship. Initially, they limited themselves to hugs and hand-holding for the first four months of dating, followed by cheek-to-cheek kisses. It wasn’t until month eight that they finally allowed themselves the intimacy of a full-blown lip lock, marking a significant turning point in their evolving connection.

Their physical relationship was about to become even more intense, pushing their limits of self-control. It all began one fateful night, a truly magical evening that would forever be etched in their memories. Just three hours prior, Pete had gotten on one knee and proposed, and Holly had joyfully exclaimed, “Yes!” To preserve the anticipation and heighten the excitement, they decided to return to Holly’s apartment, a place where they could indulge in the pleasures of candlelight and passionate kisses. However, the sparkling diamond ring Holly had received on her finger had ignited a fire within her, unleashing an unprecedented wave of sexual desire. Barely ten seconds after entering the apartment, they retreated to the couch for some intense, all-consuming making out. The pace quickly escalated, their ambition to maintain control fading rapidly.

Pete had observed Holly’s stunning breasts during a brief encounter just a few days before their engagement. The memory served as a potent reminder of the beauty he was about to claim as his own. Tonight, the newly engaged couple paused their passionate embrace, and Holly reached under her shirt, unfastening the bra straps and pulling it through her sleeve. Pete knew that this act would only intensify his arousal, but he was already experiencing a peak level of stiffness.

They resumed their kissing, and after a minute of fervent tongue dancing, Holly grabbed Pete’s hand and placed it gently on her left breast, resting it on the outside of her t-shirt. It was the first time he had felt her exquisitely perky breast without the barrier of a bra, a sensation that sent shivers of pleasure through his entire being. It was a moment of pure bliss, a testament to the intimacy they were cultivating.

A silent, heartfelt prayer ran through his mind, a sincere expression of gratitude for the incredible woman he was about to marry. The prayer felt somewhat awkward, yet undeniably honest, reflecting the depth of his love and respect for Holly.

Their kissing and fondling continued, with Holly straddling Pete’s left leg. Without much deliberation, she began to lightly grind on his leg, her breathing quickening in response to the escalating sensations. Holly then leaned forward to kiss Pete again, her thigh deliberately pressing against his midsection, seeking to stimulate his hard cock. The pressure was exquisite, a tantalizing anticipation of what was to come.

“Mmhh. I don’t know if I’m allowed to say this out loud… but… wow your dick is so hard right now,” Holly whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of excitement and disbelief.

Pete’s hand never stopped rubbing her breast through her loose t-shirt, savoring the exquisite sensation. “First of all, are you really surprised? THIS is the sexiest moment of my life, fiancé! Which reminds me, we are getting married, so yes, you’re allowed to talk about my dick if you want. He he. In fact, you can say the words pussy, tits, balls, ass, cum, fuck, cock, orgasm…”

“Wow! You are turning me on right now,” Holly replied, continuing her grind on his leg while kissing him passionately. She pressed her thigh firmly against his hard-as-steel boner, intensifying the pleasure.

Then she pulled back slightly and said, “Can I ask you a question?”

“Yes… ANYTHING!”

“How long will your erection last?”

“Inside your pussy?”

“No, you perv! [Laughing] Seriously, I can feel you on my leg, and you are so big and so hard. Does it just go away?”

Pete squirmed uncomfortably, “Well sometimes, but usually no. My hard-on doesn’t go away until I… well, until I cum.”

Holly seemed to become even more animated, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “So when does that happen?”

“Well, it only happened a couple of times here – like a week ago when we were making out and I was pressed against the couch cushions. [Chuckling – “Oh yesss”] But it mostly happens when I… you know, when I… um, masturbate.”

“It’s okay! I already told you I masturbate! So does this happen at the end of all our dates?”

“YES! I definitely jerk off after spending time kissing you. But lately, I’ve been jerking off before I go to sleep EVERY night… whether we see each other or not.”

“Are you thinking of me as you jerk off?” Holly slowly began grinding her jeans on his leg.

Pete kept rubbing her shirt-covered tits, lost in the intoxicating sensation. “Of course! Oh my gosh, Holly! You don’t know how hot you are. These boobs are amazing. Your smile is radiant. Your hair is perfect. I can’t wait for you to be my wife. And I can’t wait until I get to fuck your pussy.”

Holly replied, “Mmmm, ohhhh. Kiss me now!” They made out with fierce intensity, the temperature in the room rising with each passing moment. The feeling of both their bodies pressed together was an unholy delight. The desire to lose control and indulge in their shared lust was overwhelming. The heat built to a fever pitch, culminating in a climactic release of pent-up energy. Holly then said, “I want to try something, but you have to come lay on the floor with me.”

Pete eagerly followed like a devoted lapdog. She laid him on his back, and she straddled him, sitting directly on his hard cock (straining within his khakis). “I want to kiss like this.”

They continued their passionate makeout session, but this time, Holly slowly began grinding her pelvis directly into his lap, further stimulating the sensitive area. She had never experienced such a concentrated level of pleasure, the sheer hardness of his cock contrasting sharply with the warmth of her body. Even through the layers of clothing, there was an undeniable sexual energy that pulsed between them, a testament to the deep connection they shared. They had never felt so close physically and spiritually.

Pete felt a familiar tingle beginning to swell within the head of his dick, a sign that he was nearing the brink of climax. It was an exquisite sensation, a perfect prelude to the inevitable. Holly then asked, “Does this feel good to you?”

Pete responded, “Oh my. Keep going. Don’t stop.” It was a euphoric moment of unparalleled pleasure, a new bond forged between the newly betrothed couple.

Holly, without pausing her rhythmic grinding, said, “You can touch them. Go under my shirt.” Pete didn’t hesitate, eagerly complying with her request. “Oh, Pete. Keep doing that. Oh yes!” Holly moaned loudly, lost in the throes of pleasure.

Pete started to join in, losing himself in the shared experience. He knew that his cock was filling with cum, and he was thrilled to witness Holly’s equally intense reaction. They both reached the peak of their arousal simultaneously, releasing a torrent of semen into the room. Pete quickly joined in, letting go of all inhibitions and embracing the moment. He moaned as cum began flowing freely, creating a wet spot on the outside of Holly’s jeans. The intensity of their combined pleasure was palpable, creating a powerful wave of lust and desire.

They continued kissing, and then Holly said, “Now you don’t have to drive home with a hard dick!” They both erupted in laughter. “I like making out with you, fiancé!”

“Mmm. Yes. This is the greatest day of my life.”

“And just wait, Pete. The best is yet to come. I’m going to ROCK your world!”

And she did, continuing their passionate encounters and dry humping sessions long into the night. Their shared intimacy grew stronger with each passing day, as they discovered new levels of pleasure and connection. Even though they were concerned about losing all control, they wisely decided to extend their engagement from five months to eight, savoring every precious moment of their blossoming love. The memory of their first dry hump would forever serve as a reminder of the electrifying night that cemented their bond and propelled them toward a future filled with passion and fulfillment. They fondly recall their initial hesitations and the gradual escalation of their physical relationship, always mindful of their spiritual convictions while embracing the undeniable pull of their desires. They knew that their journey together was just beginning, and they were eager to explore the depths of their love and lust, one intimate encounter at a time. They never knew the depths of their own desires until that fateful night.

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