White Dress, Shy Secrets

The cab smelled faintly of rain and cheap air freshener, a bizarre combination that clung to the plush velvet interior. Outside, the neon lights of Las Vegas blurred into streaks of color, but my focus was entirely on the woman beside me. She was breathtaking, a vision in a flowing white sundress that clung to her curves like a second skin. It was our honeymoon, a whirlwind of champagne and promises, and I felt an overwhelming surge of desire the moment our eyes met. As we pulled up to our hotel, she transformed again, shedding the dress for a pair of silky, pale pink pajamas. She seemed hesitant, almost shy, and I knew I needed to be gentle, to coax her out of her shell.

I reached over, my fingers brushing against her thigh, a playful gesture that elicited a delighted giggle. "Are you okay, baby girl? You tired?" she whispered, her voice laced with amusement. “Just a little,” I replied, my own voice husky with anticipation. She scooted closer, blushing crimson as she rubbed my hand against her thigh, a silent invitation that I couldn't resist. This was the beginning, the delicate dance between anticipation and restraint that would define our entire weekend.

The room was opulent, a sprawling suite with a king-sized bed piled high with fluffy white pillows and a thick, plush carpet. She practically dove onto the bed, burying herself beneath the layers of bedding, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "Let me just take a quick look around," she murmured, her voice barely audible. I followed, intrigued by her reticence. We talked about everything and nothing – the eccentric dance music playing in the lobby, the handsome waiter who had refilled our champagne glasses, the sheer extravagance of it all. As we navigated the room, her hand crept up, gently tracing the line of my arm. It sent a shiver down my spine, a potent reminder of the raw desire that simmered beneath the surface.

She jumped onto the bed, pulling the covers up to her chin, her eyes darting nervously around the room as if searching for an escape route. I gently slid up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist, my fingers playing with the delicate lace of her pajamas. I leaned down, brushing my lips against her neck, the sensitive pulse point sending a jolt of pleasure through me. "You want to see our room, don't you?" I whispered, my voice low and husky. She nodded shyly, her eyes wide with a mixture of apprehension and excitement.

I lifted the covers slightly, revealing a glimpse of her exposed chest, her skin smooth and flawless. The sight of her, so vulnerable and exposed, ignited a fire within me. I quickly stripped off my shirt, revealing my own bare skin, the scent of my arousal filling the air. She watched, mesmerized, a silent plea for permission in her eyes. "Yes, you can touch me," I said, my voice firm and confident. She tentatively reached out, her fingertips brushing against my chest. Her touch was hesitant at first, then grew bolder, her fingers tracing the contours of my muscles, sending shivers through my body.

As I kissed her, her blush deepened, her body trembling with a nervous energy. Her small breasts, hidden beneath her dress, were a tantalizing secret, a silent invitation to explore. I gently pulled down her straps, giving me a better view, and continued to kiss her neck and collarbone, savoring the taste of her skin. The scent of her perfume, a blend of vanilla and roses, mingled with my own sweat, creating an intoxicating aroma. I wanted her, desperately, hungrily, and I knew I had to be patient, to coax her into surrendering her inhibitions.

The moment arrived when I felt her hand reaching for me, her fingers gently caressing my chest. It was a signal, a permission granted, a step closer to the pleasure we both craved. Without hesitation, I moved my mouth to her breast, gently sucking and nibbling, drawing out the sweetness of her milk. She arched her back against me, her body vibrating with anticipation, as I continued my assault, exploring every inch of her delicate flesh. "Mmmmmmm… so good," I murmured, lost in the sensation, as she lay back, enjoying my ministrations.

Slowly, deliberately, I unbuttoned my pants, the movement deliberate and slow, designed to heighten the anticipation. She watched with an expression of curiosity, her eyes wide with wonder as she took in the sight of my bare body. "You look big through your boxers," she said, her voice a breathless whisper, but her eyes held no fear, only a burgeoning excitement. It was an invitation, a challenge, and I readily accepted.

As I slid my shirt off, revealing my entire body, she gasped, her eyes widening in disbelief. She had never seen a man so completely exposed, so completely vulnerable. It was a shocking sight, but one that ignited a primal desire within her. She continued to watch, her gaze lingering on every curve and contour of my body, her mind racing with fantasies she had never dared to dream.

She reached out, her fingers gently stroking my chest, exploring the muscle beneath the skin. It was a hesitant touch at first, then grew bolder, her fingers tracing the lines of my pectoral muscles, sending shivers down my spine. I leaned into her touch, closing my eyes and savoring the sensation, as she continued her exploration, her touch both gentle and demanding.

As I continued to kiss her, her blush deepened, her body trembling with a nervous energy. She felt the heat of my breath on her skin, the roughness of my lips against her, and her inhibitions began to melt away, replaced by a primal urge to submit to my dominance.

The moment arrived when I felt her hand reaching for me, her fingers gently caressing my clit. It was a signal, a permission granted, a step closer to the pleasure we both craved. Without hesitation, I moved my mouth to her clitoris, slowly and deliberately, drawing out the exquisite pleasure she felt. She cried out in delight, her body arching against me as I continued my ministrations, exploring every inch of her sensitive flesh.

Her pussy grew hot and wet, a testament to the arousal that was taking over her body. She shivered and moaned my name, her voice a desperate plea for more. I couldn't stop, I needed her, and she clearly needed me too.

As she lay back, exhausted but satisfied, I noticed her panties were pulled down low, revealing her cute little pink bottoms. I watched, captivated by her vulnerability, her body relaxed, her mind lost in the pleasure she had just experienced. She asked me not to stare, embarrassed by her own arousal, but I couldn't help but admire the beauty of her body, the exquisite curve of her hips, the delicate softness of her skin.

I rubbed her clit again, this time pushing her legs open to lick her pussy, a slow, deliberate movement designed to prolong the pleasure. She squealed with delight, her body shaking uncontrollably, as I continued my ministrations, exploring every inch of her sensitive flesh. She was soaked, completely drenched in her own arousal, a testament to the intensity of our encounter.

I moved up and put my manhood in her hole, and she said ok she was ready but to be gentle. I pushed, she cried out in pain and she started to bleed I knew it was her hymen. She said to keep going I pumped slow the first few times, she was so tight. I came in about 6 pumps our first round. I was still hard and she wanted to go again. She told me to move slow. I pumped about 10 or 15 times and she became so moist, mmm, I was making her orgasm for the fist time. She moaned my name and started to cum, “Kane…Kane…Ohh!!” I pumped 20 to 30 more times and I came. She told me to cum inside her so I stayed in her while her pussy gripped me. I exploded and blacked out on top of her, she smiled when we came to, she was so happy and I was too.

As we lay there, intertwined in the aftermath of our encounter, I realized that this honeymoon was far from over. It was just beginning, and I knew that the pleasure we had shared was just a taste of what was to come.

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