Hotel Secrets, Silent Needs

Natalie lay on the bed, the silk of her wedding dress clinging to her skin, lost in the remnants of the night before. Her mind replayed Christian’s words, the casual confidence laced with an undeniable tenderness, a promise of pleasure both physical and emotional. The cliché of making love on the wedding night felt strangely significant now, a foundation upon which they were building something far deeper than just a shared bed and mutual lust. The luxurious hotel room, once merely a temporary haven, now felt charged with the electric energy of their union.

“Chris, can you help me get this dress off please?” Natalie asked, turning her head slightly, her movements deliberate, inviting. The back of the dress featured delicate buttons instead of a zipper, a small detail that heightened the anticipation. Christian, ever attentive, rose smoothly from the bed, his gaze never leaving her. He moved with a measured grace, approaching her with a reverence that felt both comforting and exciting. As he began to slowly unbutton each button, a shiver traced its way down her spine, a delicious awareness of his touch, his presence.

“Can you believe it, we’re finally married!” she murmured, a genuine laugh bubbling from her lips. The words felt light, airy, yet held within them the weight of their commitment. Christian smiled, a slow, captivating curve of his lips, and continued his task, his movements fluid and unhurried. Natalie turned her head again, meeting his eyes, a fleeting connection that sparked a sudden surge of heat. The look in his hazel eyes held a depth of understanding, a silent acknowledgment of the nervousness that still clung to her despite the intimacy of the moment. He got down to the last button, his fingers brushing her skin with a tenderness that made her breath catch in her throat. “I’m finished, is there anything else you need me to do?” he inquired, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her body.

“Well you can unhook this side for me; I’ll do my right side,” she replied, her voice barely a whisper. With a swift, practiced movement, she unhooked her sleeve, revealing the delicate lace of her white undershirt. The fabric felt cool against her skin, a welcome contrast to the heat building within her. As Christian’s hand reached for the hook, she took his, guiding his fingers to the discreet fastening at the back of her dress, just above her hip. The problem wasn’t the difficulty of the task, but the vulnerability of feeling so exposed, so completely reliant on him. “Do you feel it?” she asked, her voice laced with a nervous tremor, hoping for a reassuring response.

“Yeah,” he confirmed, his touch firm and gentle as he worked to undo the hook. The small, almost imperceptible click of the release sent a wave of anticipation through her. He helped her slide the dress free, the layers of silk cascading down around her like liquid moonlight. The scent of his cologne, a blend of sandalwood and musk, filled her senses, intoxicating and grounding at the same time.

As the last button came undone, Natalie rose from the bed, smoothing down her undershirt. Christian already had his tuxedo jacket hung up and was stripping off his dress shirt and pants, revealing a taut, muscular torso beneath. She grabbed the bag her sister had given her, filled with a collection of lingerie, and headed to the bathroom to change. The anticipation intensified with each step, her senses heightened by the knowledge of what awaited her.

Christian had been with Natalie for three years, and he knew her better than anyone else should. He knew that she was particularly nervous about tonight, and he could see the tremor in her hands as she prepared. He wanted to dispel her anxieties, to reassure her that he wouldn’t force her to do anything she wasn’t ready for. He didn’t want to pressure her, but he did want to awaken her desire, to ignite the passion that simmered beneath the surface.

Natalie emerged from the bathroom dressed in a Victoria’s Secret pink lace tank top and matching shorts, the vibrant color a playful contrast to the seriousness of the occasion. Christian, noticing her attire, took off his pants revealing his briefs, and then removed his undershirt, showcasing his tanned, sculpted chest and the definition of his muscles. He scanned her from head to toe, taking in her beauty, her nervousness, and the sheer vulnerability she radiated. Seeing her quietly walk to the other side of the bed and slip in, he felt a surge of protective instinct, a primal urge to shield her from any potential harm.

“Natalie,” he called softly, moving swiftly to join her, his movements graceful and deliberate. Just as she was settling into the bed, he slid in beside her, his hazel eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. “Hmm?” she replied, her voice barely audible, attempting to downplay her nervousness.

“I’ve been with you too long not to know what’s up with you,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire. He moved closer, his breath warm against her ear, and brushed his lips lightly against her cheek. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through her, igniting a fire within her that she hadn't realized was still burning. “This is the hardest thing I could do but it’s for you,” she mumbled, her voice trembling slightly, admitting her discomfort.

“Okay—yeah I am nervous. I mean it’s not the same when we were fooling around before we were married…now we actually are and I’m nervous that I won’t do things right or do something stupid—I’m just self conscious about it,” she confessed, her words tumbling out in a rush. Christian gently took her hand, his fingers interlacing with hers, a silent reassurance. “It’ll be like us fooling around but actually going the full way no stops. But I’ll give you time and you don’t have to be nervous because nothing you do to me is stupid—I’ll take my time with you Nat, when I make love to you my heart will be in it and I want yours to be too. Don’t hold back anything just because this is our first time.” His words resonated with sincerity, stripping away her anxieties and replacing them with a sense of trust and anticipation.

“Every time I think about it I want to please you but—” she began, hesitating, before pausing, realizing his unwavering gaze. “Don’t worry about me—my only focus is to please you,” he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. “All you want to do is please me, wow, Christian that’s deep.” She laughed, a genuine, joyful sound, as he pulled her closer, burying his face in her hair. “That’s what happens when you love someone—I honestly don’t even care about me, just you.”

As she slipped further into the bed, Christian reached for her, his touch igniting a slow burn that spread through her entire body. He began to unbutton her lace tank top, his movements deliberate and sensual, revealing the smooth expanse of her skin beneath. He held her captive, his hands gently guiding her body as she moved with increasing abandon. The anticipation built with each passing moment, the air thick with unspoken desires.

Suddenly, she whimpered in pain as Christian entered her. This feeling was new to her, a strange blend of pleasure and discomfort. Her body tensed involuntarily, responding to the unfamiliar sensation. Christian focused his attention on her caringly, adjusting his position to ease the pressure. “Nat–” he whispered softly, his voice a low murmur against her ear, his breath warm against her skin.

“Don’t worry about me Chris, don’t stop,” she replied with a reassuring tone, her voice trembling slightly. Christian explained to her that he wanted their first time to be very special and he wanted her to enjoy as much as he would. Christian tried his best not to hurt her in anyway, knowing that she was a virgin, he was eager and willing to do as much as possible to see to it that it wouldn’t hurt her.

“You just whimpered I don’t want to put too much stress on your body..,” Natalie inhaled deeply as she placed her hands on his face. “Relax nah mon. I’ll be fine and you know I’m a virgin so of course it’s going to hurt me, it’s my first time! Now dun mek mi haffie tell you again, don’t stop keep going. I want to feel you inside me Chris.” She replied, moving her hips up against him. Christian smiled softly as he tenderly kissed his wife. They laid on two towels on the warm sand of the private beach. Natalie woke up early to watch the sun rise on the beach, her getting up awoke him and he went with her.

Christian grabbed her butt with one hand as he guided himself inside her as they kissed. Almost instantly Natalie broke the kiss letting out soft moans. Christian’s breathing began to increase along with his heartbeat. He loved the rush that went through his body as he kissed Natalie and that rush was a lot better now that they were finally making love. Instinctively Natalie closed her eyes as she moved her hips up against him. She’d dreamed of doing this for quite some time and to actually experience it with the one man she loves most was amazing to her. “Uh..oh Chris..” She moaned as their rhythm became faster and Christian’s breathing now more audible as he thrust further inside her. Even though Natalie was tight she felt herself loosen against him. Her back arched upward as she literally screamed in utter pleasure. It wasn’t as bad as she thought, it did hurt and it was a bit uncomfortable but besides the comfort and pain she felt pleasure and it felt good. Right after her Christian moaned he leaned his weight on his hands as he laid above her. Natalie wrapped her legs around his waist smiling a bit mischievous. “Yeh see mi awl-right.” She murmured in Jamaican it was hard not to talk that way when they did anything sexual. Christian chuckled pecking her lips lightly. He laid next to her looking at her eyeing her petite body. She was so small in comparison to him. She was only 5’2 in height and probably one-hundred and twenty pounds max. He was a whole foot taller than her and a hundred pounds heavier. So the feeling that he had to be gentle with someone as fragile as her ran through his mind every day. “I’m glad I waited, you were worth everything,” he admitted as she instantly looked up. “And you know what?” he asked pulling her closer to him. “What?” she repeated. “I’ve never had an orgasm like that, ever.” He replied smiling. “You do something to me Nat.. I love you.” Natalie blushed a bit speechless. “I love you to Christian.”

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