White Gown, Crimson Night

I’ve dreamed of having a wedding for as long as I can remember. Beautiful brides, dressed in white, kissing handsome men in tuxedos as their friends and family celebrate them. Now at 30, I often find my mind drifting to the wedding night. I can’t help but imagine…

Our wedding was beautiful, and the reception was a lot of fun. As we left the hotel elevator, hand in hand, a wave of exhaustion washed over us, but also a thrilling anticipation for what awaited. We were still clad in our wedding attire, our hair disheveled from the passionate kisses we’d shared throughout the evening. We arrived at the door to our room, continuing our embrace, the scent of lilies and champagne clinging to our clothes. Your hands moved to touch my breasts, but you hesitated, savoring the moment before you finally settled your fingers there. Inside, the room was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. As we were through the door, your kisses grew more insistent, deeper, more demanding. You backed me up against the wall, my back pressed firmly against the cool plaster, and pulled me close, your arms wrapping around my waist in a possessive embrace. One hand cradled my face, gently pulling my hair back from my eyes while the other traveled upward, cupping my breast in a possessive grip. The guttural moan that escaped my throat was a clear invitation, a silent plea for more. You gently began kneading my breasts with both hands, your thumbs digging deep into the sensitive tissue, sending shivers of pleasure through my body. My hips began to sway involuntarily, responding to your touch, my breath catching in my throat. The rhythm was intoxicating, primal, a perfect expression of our desire. As I lay there, lost in the moment, the thought of your kisses and caresses turned me on completely. I ran my hands up and down my body, tracing the curve of my hips, the swell of my stomach, the sensitivity of my thighs. The scent of your cologne, a mix of sandalwood and spice, filled my senses, heightening the experience. Finally, I could take no more, a desperate need overwhelming me. I begged you to help me out of my dress, my voice barely a whisper. You gladly obliged, fumbling slightly with the buttons as you worked, your fingers brushing against my skin, sending another wave of heat through me. Finally, I was free from the waist up, my large breasts still trapped within the long, white corset-like bra. But you gently pushed one cup down, exposing the nipple, a blatant invitation that you couldn’t resist. Your face morphed into one of pure, unadulterated delight, like a child opening his birthday present. You rolled the nipple between your thumb and forefinger while kissing me deeply, your lips tracing the contours of my skin. Then, you dipped your head and kissed it again, a lingering, passionate kiss that left me breathless. Your kiss started out short and gentle, but as my body responded, it grew more fervent, more insistent, until you wrapped your arms around my waist, pulling me closer and closer. Before I knew it, you were sucking on my hard, pink nipple, your lips working frantically, drawing out every last drop of pleasure. A moan escaped my lips, a mixture of pleasure and desperation. I took my tits out of my bra and rolled and pinched my nipples, letting out a sharp gasp as you continued your assault. Down below, I felt a distinct and familiar wetness, a sign that my body was already responding to your touch. Thinking of you, my future husband, made me so horny that I couldn't help but crave your attention. I imagined you taking control, pushing me further, letting me feel the full extent of your lust. I couldn't wait to experience your hot breath on my breasts and your sweet lips on my nipples.

As you finished with the first breast, you kissed me on the lips before pulling down the other bra cup. This time, you were more sure of yourself, your movements confident and deliberate. You could tell by my moans that I appreciated your work. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain. The room seemed to spin around me, my senses heightened, my body responding to every touch, every kiss. You continued your assault, your hands working with increasing speed and intensity. There was no holding back, no hesitation, just pure, unadulterated desire. As you didn’t know it yet, I was already dripping wet. I wanted to take this further, but I was not about to let my wedding night lingerie go to waste. Breathless, I stopped you and asked for some help unhooking my bra. You gladly obliged, but fumbled a bit with the buttons, a playful display of your excitement. Finally, I was free from the waist up. My large breasts remained imprisoned in a long, white corset-like bra, but your fingers pushed one cup down, exposing the nipple. Your face looked like a kid opening his birthday present. You rolled the nipple between your thumb and forefinger while kissing me. Finally, you dipped your head and kissed it. Your kiss started out short and gentle, but you wrapped your arms around my waist. Before I knew it, you were sucking on my hard, pink nipple.

By now I was kneading my breasts, and my nipples were stiffening. I took my tits out of my bra and rolled and pinched my nipples. Down below, I felt a distinct and familiar wetness. Thinking of you, dear future husband, makes me so horny. I can’t wait to experience your hot breath on my breasts and your sweet lips on my nipples.

After you finished with the first breast, you kissed me on the lips before pulling down the other bra cup. This time you were more sure of yourself. You could tell by my moans that I appreciated your work.

While you don’t know it yet, I’m already dripping wet. I want to take this further, but I am not about to let my wedding night lingerie go to waste. Breathless, I stopped you and asked for some help unhooking my bra. Then I gathered a few things from my suitcase and locked myself in the bathroom.

About 15 minutes later, I emerged to find you lounging in the flannel pajama pants I bought for you. I’m wearing a long ivory satin robe.

You can see that my earlier enthusiasm is giving way to nerves. You stand up and guide me to the couch. There’s nowhere I’d rather be than in your arms, and you know it. The nerves I am feeling fade as you kiss me and cuddle me close. I know you’d like to remove my robe, but I appreciate your patience. I remind myself that I am with the man I love. With every kiss, I am more and more relaxed, and slowly the passion starts to build again.

Your hand goes to the ribbon holding my robe closed. As you tug, it falls open and displays a nightgown of the sheerest lace. The top is a pushup design that leaves my breasts about to spill out. The long, see-through skirt below reveals a barely-there thong. I hear you moan as you take in my almost bare form.

You push the robe from my shoulders, pupils widening. Reaching down, you inch your hand up under the skirt of my gown and along my inner thigh. As you find your target at the intersection of my legs, you feel how drenched I am and smile. You kiss me deeply as your hand strokes my pussy through my panties. Your fingers find their way under the g-string and rub over my feminine folds. It doesn’t take you long to find my clitoris and to start stroking it as I whimper in pleasure.

My hand is now inside my panties, rubbing my slick slit and moaning as I imagine it’s your fingers. I unhook my bra then return to pleasuring my clit with one hand while the other rubs and squeezes my breasts. I pull on the nipples, pretending the tugging is you sucking them.

You pull me closer, and we arrange ourselves with me seated between your legs and my back to your chest. You kiss my neck as your hands continue to pleasure me.

Your growing erection presses against me. I wiggle my round bottom against it, making you growl. I shift to the side so that our lips can lock and our tongues spar. Feeling bold, I slip my hand between your legs to your erection. I stroke it through the flannel. Your hands play with my breasts, kneading them and tugging on the nipples as you kiss the side of my neck. I shiver in delight and continue to stroke your ever-hardening penis.

When you are fully erect, you turn me around and kiss me on the lips. Then you stand, help me up and lead me to the bed.

I lift my arms, and you finish undressing me. I help you with your shirt and pajama pants, blushing as I do. You hold me close and kiss the side of my forehead, then help me into the bed. I shiver at the touch of crisp cotton sheets on my bare body.

We kiss and cuddle some more until you shift on top of me. Then my legs wrap around you, and your penis stimulates my clit as we rub our bodies together, up and down. Back and forth it rubs, sending me closer and closer to the heaven that beckons. When I can take no more, you stop and look into my eyes.

“Are you ready?”

I nod and help you position yourself at my entrance.

My pussy tingles for you and my breathing is getting rougher and rougher. I keep rubbing myself and thinking about you. I wish you were here with me as I moan and wiggle on my bed.

The tip of your cock pushes at the virgin entrance of my pussy. You whisper sweet reassurances in my ear, telling me I am beautiful and how much you love me. You push forward, gently but firmly. You are only a couple of inches in, but there is a pinching, stretching feeling. Noticing my wince, you pause to make sure I want you to proceed. I nod again, and you keep going until you are all the way in. You settle, letting my body become accustomed to your size. “You feel so good, so tight,” you murmur as you kiss my neck. Slowly, you begin to move inside me.

I insert first one finger, then two as I imagine you inside me. It doesn’t feel as good as you will someday, but until you are here, it will have to do. I wiggle them, then begin to work up a rhythm while losing myself in the thought of you inside me.

At first, your strokes are shallow and tentative. But soon they are bolder and faster, and I move my hips in sync with your rhythm. My moans grow louder and wilder as you find my g-spot. In and out, over and over. Your balls slap my bottom, and I sigh at the sheer pleasure of your whole body colliding with mine.

I’m convinced I can’t take any more, but you pump even faster and then still. The brink of pleasure, which was just out of reach, I finally crest and topple over. As I cry out in ecstasy, I feel your whole body shudder. A warm liquid fills me as my contracting muscles milk the last of it from your softening cock.

As I envision being joined with you, my pleasure spirals higher and higher. As it reaches its crescendo, I cry out. Thinking of you, my love, has brought me such bliss, but I know it pales in comparison to the real thing.

Neither of us can move for a couple of minutes as we revel in the wonder of what we’ve experienced. You pull out of me with reluctance and roll over onto your back. I snuggle in close to you and rest my head on your chest. My long, curly hair is even wilder than usual, and you smile as you see what your passion has done. I plant little kisses on your chest. Your hand rubs my back in a lazy pattern.

After a minute you sit up on one elbow, and we look at each other, then kiss. You catch my chin in your hand and ask if you’ve hurt me.

“No, love. It did sting a bit, but it was worth it. You’re worth it.”

“Good,” you reply, planting a soft kiss on my hairline.

You get up and lead me to the bathroom where we clean each other up a bit. We return to bed and drift off in each other’s arms, naked and ready for more lovemaking later that night.

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