Making Love To The Soul

It was a full moon, and we tied the knot right under the sparkling moonlight. Afterwards, we retired to theScreen Shot 2015-02-27 at 6.57.19 PM room devoted to the newly married, intentionally dimly lit, flowered. And the purposeful dark coloured bed sheets made my already pink cheeks from the artificial blush turn a darker shade, a natural one this time. As I moved my fingers through the wind chime, I could feel his gaze on me. I could sense it because 12 years together had created a sort of strange telepathy between us. As I turned around slowly, I saw him standing right behind me. Tall. Broad. Handsome. The three-year-old D I remembered had been handsome too. He was looking at me intently, and I could read exactly what his eyes held. He was also remembering the three-year-old girl, who had told him with utmost conviction that she was going to marry him then. D was, is and will always be my knight in shining armour. A knight who pillow fights with me, watches romantic comedies with me and cries just as much as me. He is my best friend, has always been. That night was different. I have always been an overt person. Uninhibited. Bold. The only one in my class to not go weak in the knees because of stage fright, but I was trembling that night. I felt goosebumps. My hands were moist, and so were my eyes.

When he didn’t make a motion, I took a step towards him, staring into his eyes and asked, “Finally?”

His eyes twinkled, and he said, “Yes. Finally.”

I backed up a little lowered my head and spoke softly, “You deserve better than me.”

I could see the look of exasperation in his eyes. I continued as he sat down on the edge of the bed. His face was gleaming. “You are a prince; I am just an ordinary girl. You are the most handsome guy I have ever seen. And I am just like any other girl you would see.”

He promptly said, “I will not.” His tone a mixture of exhaustion and frustration. He got up from the bed and pinned me against the wall, making sure it didn’t hurt me. My breasts were pressed tightly against his chest. The feeling made me go weak in the knees. I was shivering. My eyes closed, he had locked my hands with his and held them above my head against the wall on both sides.

I said, “This. The way you touch me. The way you look at me, I don’t deserve this. I am not worth it. You could get so many girls better than me.”

I could see his eyes were red with tears. I hushed seeing it. He brought his face closer and whispered in my ears, “I want to make love to you now.”

I quivered and with trembling lips I said, “Enough D, just enough. Why can’t you see? I am not worth this paradise. Your arms. You. I am not even in your range of people. I mean look at yourself,” I said staring at him, “You are marvellous. And me? My entire body is covered with marks. I have a darker complexi..”

Before I could complete my sentence, he took my lower lip into his mouth and pulled me closer, crushing my breasts against his chest. He kissed me passionately, his hands roaming as if searching for something they desperately desire. Igniting a fire deep inside me. I tried to pull away, but I could not bring myself to break the mesmerising kiss. His hands were tracing the outline of my bra. I pushed him away. I was crying.

“Why are you doing this to me?” He held my hands, bent in a little and whispered softly, “Because I need my wife so badly. I have ached for you, each inch of me (pun intended). I want to show you that my love is above all this crap, because tonight I am not going to make love just to your body, I am going to make love to your soul.”

With that, he picked me up, laid me on the bed, and came over me. I resisted his touch, but I needed him so badly on the inside; I needed him inside of me. I desired him. All of him. He held my hand and made me sit upright between his legs so that they were on the either side of me, and my ass was touching his crotch. He removed my bangles, slowly kissing the length of my arms. I could sense his erection, through the thin cloth of his cotton Indian attire. It was hard as a rock. I could feel my lady place moisten. He reached for the hook of my bra, I held his hands, he breathed heavily into my ears, “Don’t stop me tonight, not tonight.”

I reluctantly allowed him, he removed my blouse quickly but cautiously, he turned me around to look at my heavy breasts, his eyes widened, mine closed. He said, “These are better than I had imagined in my dreams.” I know I blushed to a bright pink because he kissed my cheeks. Within 15 minutes of kissing and drooling over my entire body, I was left in a black bra and panty. He removed his shirt, left the boxers on him. He made me lie down on my back, linked his hands with mine, and came over me, he kissed my lips with a passion I had never even imagined, I tried my best to respond. He kissed my neck softly, amazing me at the change of his ways. Quickly and appropriately, he kissed my collarbone sending shivers through my entire body. He cupped my breasts in both his hands, and kissed my nipples through the bra, causing them to harden more. And me to moan more.

I was breathing heavily, he fiddled with the hook of my bra and removed it. He feasted on my boobs sending waves of pleasure, constant waves. He played with my nipples. Made tiny circles on them with his tongue. Kissed them, nibbled at them very lightly so as to not hurt me. He kept asking me if I liked it, and I just kept moaning louder. He kissed my belly and rubbed his tongue over it causing me to chuckle a little, he did it some more, and I laughed. He came back to kiss my smiling lips. He whispered, “You look so beautiful when you smile.”

He returned to his job, and I caught a glimpse of the tent formed in his boxers. I thought of a trick I had read somewhere, and slowly brought my left leg near his boxers. Using my flexibility I tugged my toe into them and pulled at them, they came right down. He looked amazed but recovered from the shock and removed them. His cock sprang up in attention; I watched it amused.

He smiled at my reaction and asked, “Twelve-year long wait worth it?”

I nodded desperately. He tugged at my panty, and I bucked up my butt to aid him, closing my eyes. Suddenly I covered my mound with both my hands. He fought away my hands, and I blushed like I never had before. I could feel my cheeks burning. And something else too. He kissed and lapped his tongue all over my love hole, and the moisture fueled the fire further. I was dripping wet. He inserted his tongue and did his magic because I could feel my orgasm building. He rubbed my clit with his thumb only to push me over the edge completely. And in no time I was swallowed by a massive orgasm. The hugest I had ever had. My body clenched, toes curled, and I pulled his hair making him groan a little, as I came all over his face, spurting my love juices.

He looked at me with a very familiar face. One which he makes after he has triumphed in something, and I knew he was thinking about the many times I had claimed that I will never moan loudly no matter what he does to me. I didn’t know it would be this intense. He positioned his leaking member right at the entrance of my love hole; it felt so hard and so hot. How I wished it was inside me, but I was apprehensive about the virginal pain I would go through, so I shut my eyes and clenched the bed sheet tightly.

When he felt my body stiffen, D bent and kissed my forehead. He said, “I will never hurt you, not even by mistake.”

I opened my eyes and said, “Make me yours. Please.”

Hearing this, he entered me, very slowly. I could feel his hard cock passing my folds, and my vaginal tissues expanding making way. The pain I felt was excruciating, it brought tears to my eyes, and I bit my lower lip. Seeing this, D withdrew completely and started to shift. But I held his cock and guided it inside again. He looked shocked beyond words, but carefully tried again. He told me to relax a little and spread my legs. So I did, and it felt better. He thrust again pushing in deeper with each thrust. I let out a little scream as his final thrust broke my, till then protected and saved for right this moment, hymen. Blood covered his foreskin, and the expression of worry on his face looked too cute to resist. Though I was still in pain, I assured him that the blood was no big deal and told him to continue. He repositioned himself almost instantly making me chuckle. Now his thrusts felt heavenly, they made me drown in pleasure. He maintained a steady pace, his expressions of pleasure driving me crazy. As I moved my ass to meet his deep thrusts, I could feel myself losing track of time and space. My senses had stopped working though I could see him making love to me. His beautiful cock explored my depths. I could indulge in the sloshy noises that my wet pussy made while being pounded. I could smell the alluring aroma of sex all around me, but I swear it was just this. I knew nothing else. Time stood still for those moments.

He had laid himself on me very lightly so that he could whisper sweet things into my ears each time we were one. His warm breath on my neck sent numerous sensations of pleasure throughout my entire body. He had never taken his eyes off me when he came up for air occasionally throwing back his head and moaning indicating his pleasure. His speed was more than fast now, and my moans were more than just loud. We were in pure ecstasy. Being one flesh. I could feel my entire body tense and at once I orgasmed. Arghhhhh was all I could manage but he had already slowed down, considering he would have felt it too. The walls of my pussy wrapped around his cock milking it, and with three deep thrusts he emptied his seed into my depths. He groaned and said how much he loved me, how beautiful I was, and how this one hour was the best he had lived.

His cum felt warm, and I felt filled, taken, owned, complete. I felt bliss for the first time. I started crying, his face turned from one of pleasure to one of panic. He pulled out his tool and took me in his arms. He looked so worried it broke my heart, and I stopped crying at once.

Before I could explain anything, he said, “I am sorry. I know I have been harsh. I lost my sanity. I am so sorry, just don’t go away from me. Stay please. Just be in my arms every night. I will never touch you again until you tell me to and..”

I knew it was my turn to shut him up, so I cupped his face in my hands, kissed him, as passionately as I could. He reciprocated, our tongues dancing against each other. As I pulled away, I snuggled up to him and said, “Please do this every day of every week.”

He said, “What, every second of every day, okay?”

I blushed yet again, and he whispered, “I touched your soul tonight. You were right. You are not the most beautiful thing on the planet, your soul is..”

I pretended to be asleep because I had tears in my eyes again, this time, of happiness.

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4 replies
  1. Michael/Lexi says:

    This reminds me a lot of my wife and mine’s honeymoon…except she was the one who was more confident. This story was beautifully written. I enjoyed every word!

  2. Drew&Holly says:

    I am catching up on reading MH posts, and just read this while waiting for my love to get home and take me out for date night. What a wonderful, sweet, romantic story! There is something special and magical about that first time between a husband and wife, and I appreciate you sharing this with us. I will share this with Drew later tonight.

    God bless!
    Holly

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