That Night
Today was the best day of my life. Sure, there was a fair amount of stress leading up to this point and more than a fair amount of money spent, but now all felt exactly right. I shake my head slowly as I wrestle with the knowledge that I awoke a single man and will lay down married to my dream bride.
Oh, that bride! She is perfect. The sight of her has driven me crazy from the first time I saw her back in Oxford to the ride in the elevator as we returned from dinner tonight. Maybe it is her infectious smile or her green eyes that light up when she laughs. Perhaps it is her amazing figure that begs for my attention, whether outlined in a bathing suit or hidden under something more. In my wildest dreams, I could not have imagined being able to slip up beside that body, that perfect girl, for the rest of my life. Blessed—that’s the only word that can describe it.
And now I wait with an expectation that I haven’t felt before. We have known each other for more than a year and a half, but the butterflies flying freely in my stomach would make you think this was our first date. She has gone into the bedroom of our suite to “freshen up.” I mean it’s our honeymoon night; anyone knows what that means!
But what do I do? Do I rip whatever she is or isn’t wearing off and feast on her body like I want to? Do I take it slow and savor every moment? Yes, that is probably the best way, but it is not going to be easy. It’s like seeing a present that you have waited for your entire life and trying not to rip off the wrapping to see your prize.
The door opens slightly, I hear my name, and then I am facing an angel. I follow her brown hair down to her vibrant, green eyes, and further south. A sheer white teddy veils parts she has promised to save only for me. As we embrace and our lips meet, I feel a different electricity between us. This is right; this is the way that it should be. Our tongues softly dance as our embrace tightens, and I pull her up against my body. I wonder what she is thinking as I feel her skin and her lingerie against my skin and underwear, underwear that is straining to control my excitement.
We move to the bed and throw back the soft, white comforter. As our hands explore each other for the first time as husband and wife, I feel something different. We were connected before, but we are now bound together, one flesh. A smile and slight moan escape her lips as I move my attention southward to her neck and then to the delicate straps of her lingerie. As much as I appreciate this wrapping, I am ready to remove it and see my bride, all of her.
The white material is slowly lifted up and over her head, leaving me spellbound. Perfection. Her breasts face me topped by dark nipples that have become more pointed under my gaze. I pause to run my hands over these peaks, savoring each curve and tip. Continuing down, I caress her side, her stomach, and stop before reaching that secret garden that is mine alone.
Her hips move upwards to meet my hands as I gently part her thighs and see her beautiful folds. Mesmerized, I am now aware that I am not the only one exploring. Her hand has wandered down my chest and is gently tugging at my underwear. Removing these, she takes me in her hand and runs her fingers softly up and down my length. How could anything feel better than this?
My bride pulls me on top of her as I run my length down her lips, moistened by our exploring. We continue this until neither can take it any longer. Slowly, gently I enter her and become one with my wife. Every push deeper is ecstasy. Fully joined, we look into each other’s eyes.
“I love you!”
As we establish a rhythm, each time we come together creates a tension that cannot be contained. I know that I am close, and her flushed face and rapid breath tell me that she is also.
“I need you,” she says.
“Let go,” I whisper.
Together we find our release. Stars flash before my eyes as I feel her contract around me, and I explode.
Panting, we stay in this position looking at each other and stealing kisses as we come down from the high.
“That was perfect!”
Yes, it was, Baby. Yes, it was.
Beautifully written thedon. I loved your analogy that her lingerie was like wrappings on a present that you’ve been waiting for your whole life. I also loved your descriptions of your bride. Isn’t it great to be in love? If you are a newlywed, just remember to nurture your marriage and that awesome sexual intimacy will just get better. But there’s no denying how the amazing wedding night feels!
Great Story. I remember "that night."
Great story, glad you guys love one another so much!
Reflecting back on "That night" is always monumental.
Wonderful, my wedding night and white lingerie came flooding back to me as I read this, that was 29 years ago. Still love unwrapping my present, every time.