Awesome Together

My wedding day was not very grand or flashy, just a small ceremony at my parish. Antonio and I had gone to the same church since we were in middle school, but we never really talked until high school. Both of our families came from Trinidad and Tobago and visited there together every summer since our junior year. In middle school, I decided, for religious and non-religious reasons, that I would wait until marriage to have sex. When Antonio and I started dating, he already knew this about me, and he agreed.

After the wedding, we got into our Uber on our way to the hotel. We had talked about sex and our expectations during the pre-marital counseling sessions and on our own.

“So, what do you expect our first time to be like?” Tony asked over Facetime one night during our engagement.

“Um, what do you mean?”

“You know… when we have sex,” he said while lifting one eyebrow and with that slight smirk that I fell in love with.

“I think we will be okay. Like, I don’t expect to finish or anything. It will happen eventually.”

“Alright… Well, I want you to know that I’m gonna try my best. What do you like?” He said in a slightly slower and deeper voice.

“When I’m on my own, I usually rub my clit in fast, small circles, and when I’m wet enough, I put a couple of fingers in and out, pressing on my G-spot.”

“Okay, that sounds easy enough,” He said, blushing.

“You will be great, I know it,” I responded.

“Well?” he said.

“What?” I answered.

“Aren’t you gonna ask what my expectations are, Kiki?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. That should have been the first thing on my mind.”

“I’m just messing with you,” he said, chuckling.

“Ha, ha, very funny. But for real, what do you expect?” I said.

“Well, if you must know, I have thought about this a lot, and when I say a lot, I mean a lot. So, you’re on the bed, and I’m playing my late-night rendezvous playlist. I was thinking we start with the bases, you know. A kiss first, then…” he said, not looking at the camera.

“We can’t go skipping bases, that’s the law,” I said.

“I guess what I’m saying is that we should get in tune with each other’s bodies first before going all the way, you know?” I guess I looked worried when he looked at the camera again, because he said, “Kiki, baby, what’s wrong?”

His concern made me start crying.

“Kiki, please don’t cry. I’m sorry. Did I say something?”

“No, it’s not you. I guess I’m not as prepared as I thought I was,” I said, wiping my face.

“Baby, you know I love you, and I would never want you to do anything that you don’t want to do. We don’t have to do anything, as far as I’m concerned.”

When we went into our hotel room, Tony sat me down on the bed. I was looking down. He kneeled so that his eyes were meeting mine. They were so beautiful, a deep brown. “We don’t have to do anything at all. Matter of fact, I don’t want to do anything, so don’t go getting any ideas,” he said with that smirk again.

I smiled as two thick tears rolled down my face, and I said, “Where did I find you? You are such a Godsend. I love you, and I want to have sex with my husband.”

He looked baffled. “But you’re crying, baby.”

I started to take off my dress. “I’m crying because you are such an amazing man, and I am very lucky finally to be married to you.” Standing up, I let the dress fall to the floor and stepped out of it, which left me in my lingerie. “I was mad at myself for being nervous and scared that I would mess it up, but now I know there is no reason to be scared because you are doing this with me.”

He got up and kissed my tears. “You are the most amazing woman I have ever met. I’m scared that I won’t be able to please you. What if I finish too early? What if I can’t get it up at all?” His head was in my lap. He was crying.

“Tony, look at me!” He looked up immediately. I wiped his tears with my thumbs. “It doesn’t matter. If any of that happens, there are tons of things we can do that we haven’t done before.”

He took off his jacket and sat on the bed next to me, finally noticing what I was wearing. “Wow.”

I smiled as he leaned slowly toward me, and my eyes closed as his lips touched mine. He wore the cologne that I had said I liked on him. He had worn it on our first date but stopped, saying that he “didn’t want to tempt me.”

He pulled back and smiled with knowing eyes. Tony kissed my neck with small wet kisses, which usually sends me into a fit of laughter, but this time it was different. This time it sent waves of heat down my body.

I began to unbuckle his pants while he unbuttoned his white shirt. I took in his figure. A dancer like me, Tony was in shape, but not chiseled. I think his average body made me less self-conscious about mine. Once he was in his boxers, I noticed his bulge. I remember make-out sessions during our engagement, where we had to cool off for a couple of minutes to fix his problem (erection). We used “problem” as our code word for when we got too aroused.

Antonio started to fumble with my bra. I let him try for about a minute, but my breasts needed some attention, so I reached back and unclasped it in one motion. He stopped and looked at me, astonished.

“Years of practice,” I giggled, wiggling my eyebrows.

He began to kiss down my neck again, making his way to my breasts. As he licked and sucked on my nipples, I started to breathe faster and let quiet moans escape my lips. He looked up at me to see if he was doing it right.

“Do you like that?” He nearly whispered the words in a deep voice I had never heard come from him.

“Yes,” I sighed.

He continued a little faster for a moment, then moved down. Then he slid my lacy panties down and spread my legs. I had never seen his face like this—brooding yet determined.

“I’m gonna make you cum,” He declared.

I gasped at the fire that his words ignited. He used his thumb to rub my clit in circles, putting on more pressure than I expected, and I kind of flinched. He stopped and looked up.

“I like it,” I said, and he started again.

I felt the pressure build in my body, almost at the edge, but he slowed down and locked eyes with me. When Tony’s other hand started to wander around my vulva, I took his fingers and slowly slid them in. At first, his fingers were facing down toward the bed, so I told him to turn them up toward the ceiling. Then he found it—my G-spot. It started in one wave that washed over my belly. My orgasm lasted about 10 seconds. His lips began to curve into a wide grin.

“I did it. I did it,” Tony said, bouncing up and down on the bed.

I started laughing. There’s the goofball I’d married. I got up and pushed him down on the bed, running my hands down his chest before pulling off his boxers.

“You don’t have to,” he said.

“When are you gonna learn that I do whatever I want,” I said, holding his thing in my hands. I have always wanted to do this to him. Time to see if it’s as sensitive as they say. I rubbed it up and down a few times before I put my mouth around it. He let out a deep grunt, and as I bobbed my head up and down, his moans got higher pitched.

“I’m about to-”

I licked the tip, then rubbed him as fast as I could. I let a glob of it go in my mouth because I was curious about the flavor. It tasted like dish soap that someone chucked a ton of salt into. I looked back up at him.

“Where in the world did you learn to do that?” he said.

“You know I like to do my research. I read my share of MarriageHeat stories,” I said with a smirk on my face. Then I got up and sat on his lap to kiss him again. Now we were able to do this without holding back.

“Are you ready?” I said after a while.

“Yes, ma’am.” He lay me back down on the bed and pushed me up so that my head was on the pillows. Then he got up and went into another part of the suite.

When he came back, he held a bottle of lubricant. He got back on top of me and rubbed some on himself and me. “Can you help me in again?” he said.

I guided him into me, and it slipped right in. It hurt for a second, but I soon adjusted to the size.

Tony slowly rocked his hips back and forth, looking into my eyes. He got in a good eight thrusts before he finished. He had this stupid look on his face. I tried not to laugh, but it was too funny. He pulled out, and I snickered as I walked to the bathroom to pee. Afterward, I came back and lay in the bed next to him.

“We were pretty awesome,” he whispered into my ear as he held me.

“Yes, we were.”

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  1. Southernheat says:

    Thank you for sharing this sweet story! It brings back memories of all our first together. Those were special times! Thirty three years married and he can still take my breath away ! Hope you write more stories

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