Note from the author:

This is my first story. Part two is the descriptive sex, and part one is the preparation we took to have such satisfying sex consistently. Part two couldn’t have happened without part one.

                          – El Toro

Preparation

My wife and I are in our late 20’s/early 30’s. We have our insecurities, but overall we feel very confident and sexy with our intelligence, bodies, looks, energy, and who we are as people. My wife is has been pursued all her life by men. She’s from a country noted for having some of the sexiest women in the world. There, women have naturally voluptuous curves, tanned skin, beautiful hair, and sexy faces due to the mixture of races. The culture is a festive one where females embrace their bodies and femininity, giving them a proud, confident, and seductive nature. My wife is more than that, though. She’s attended and taught at the highest levels of education and holds a high degree of responsibility as a leader and an achiever. She’s the epitome of a Proverbs 31 woman. 

I grew up in martial arts such as wrestling and boxing. These gave me confidence and self-awareness that many other men haven’t developed yet. In no way do I think I’m better than someone, but on the flip side, I don’t feel others are better than me either. Living with an authenticity like that has helped me grow immensely as a man, and develop a healthy maturity to express emotions, communicate with vulnerability, and more. Beyond the internal, since I’m almost always in training, my body is usually noticeably fit. It feels weird to say all this about myself, but the truth is I recognize I am very blessed, and I have never had problems attracting women.

My wife doesn’t need me to be satisfied and happy, and I don’t need her to be satisfied and happy. Ironically, that’s precisely why we are so hot for each other. We take responsibility for ourselves and are continually trying to grow in our own emotions, strength, soul, and faith. Remaining committed to being whole as individuals help us to choose each other from a place of desire rather than desperation. 

It wasn’t always that simple, though. My wife had different sexual partners before me. Although there were some pleasurable times, those experiences weren’t the depth and satisfaction she yearned for. I chose to wait for marriage, and to say that was one of the most difficult decisions I ever made was an understatement. As someone who fully embraces his manhood and trains in testosterone-filled combat sports, the desire to release my masculinity into a real woman was beyond anything I can describe. Looking back, I believe telling others that I had chosen to wait put a target on me. I’ve had beautiful women offer themselves or their friends to me. Other women openly told me they fantasized about me, and others would see how far they could seduce me before I would stop them. I had some very heated moments but always found a way to keep our clothes on and avoid direct stimulation of any erroneous zones. Waiting definitely made the sexual build-up very intense. 

When my wife and I first started dating, I told her that waiting was one of the things I planned to do. Having experienced unsatisfactory sex in the past, she did not believe it was wise to wait. She felt sex was an essential part of the courting process before making a long term commitment like marriage. I agreed that sex is a vital part of marriage, but my belief was, and still is, that sex is an area we can grow and evolve. I told her that I believed the best thing to do was to learn to communicate with total vulnerability, authenticity, and clarity. We would then use that as a foundation for our sexuality. She was hesitant but loved me enough to wait for me.

The hundreds of hours of authentic, vulnerable pre-honeymoon conversations served us tremendously. It helped us to identify and share root issues and fears. Pre-marriage mentoring with others and individual counseling sessions gave us a chance to confront and address insecurities one by one. The night of my honeymoon, I fully expected the sex to be a let down because of my inexperience and believed my penis would not be satisfying or big enough for her. I kept on imagining someone from her past, someone who was everything I am not, wildly pleasing her, and me being utterly pathetic. What if I prematurely ejaculated once I saw her naked, took too long to recover, and barely lasted 29 seconds once we did have sex? I could see her disappointed smile and already hear her sadly saying, “It’s okay.” I could already feel the shame. 

To my surprise, it turned out she was scared too. She also had fears of me judging her body, felt afraid of me being disgusted by her past, and though her performance might not meet the standards of what I thought sex with an experienced woman should be. Truthfully, we both were also scared of our partners’ body not being as pleasing as we’d hoped. The intense, emotional, real, and heart-wrenching work we put in before marriage gave so much growth. This growth, in turn, gave us immense peace and confidence that no matter what sexual problems we may run into, we can address them. With this hard-earned security, we were able to drop our defenses and approach our honeymoon and sexuality with playfulness, laughter, and excitement. It went from “I hope I’m good enough” to “Let’s see what this adventure holds.” Finally, the day came.

Fulfillment

We had a honeymoon suite in the heart of a major cosmopolitan city known for its skyscrapers. I started the night off literally searching “Baby making music” on YouTube, which turned out to be an awesome playlist of early 2000’s R&B hits. She excused herself to prepare emotionally for what was about to take place while she took a warm shower. I started playing with the lights, taking off my clothes, and praying. Finally, that moment came when I heard her call. 

“Baby, I’m ready,” she said.

I walked into the bathroom and saw her wrapped in a white bathrobe. I warmly smiled, and we prayed together. 

“God, help our marriage and sex life to be so hot. Help us to desire each other for the rest of our days and help us to have an amazing time tonight. Amen.”

“Amen.”

We started to kiss. I could feel her breath and hear mine. My hands caressed her boobs over her white robe, and she started rubbing my penis over my shorts. With that, I stepped back, looked her in the eyes, smiled, and lowered my shorts. My erection sprang up, and her eyes immediately got very wide.

“OH, WOW!!! I was not expecting that!” she said.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m so happy!” She shouted with giddiness and a huge smile. Her face then turned more observant and attentive as she continued to study my erection. 

“…Actually, I’m also a bit scared. You are big—like, really big. Not too big, but definitely big. It might be a little uncomfortable getting you in me at first.”

She reached out and grabbed my shaft, pulled me in by it, met my eyes with hers, and smoothly said, “I’m really going to enjoy this,” with a gentle squeeze.

 Her turn. She gave me a seductive and lustful look, let go of my erection, stepped back, and dropped her fluffy robe. I have seen naked women in the past, but with no exaggeration, she has one of the most magnificent sets of breasts I’ve ever seen. I used to have the stereotype that bigger boobs or certain cup sizes were the most attractive. Within seconds, I learned that shape and perkiness are what truly made breasts beautiful for me. Her hardened nipples were flawlessly sized and placed, her boobs the perfect ratio of round, bouncy, and protruding for her fit body. Her vulva was smooth, and the curve of her butt more than my hands could ever hope to grasp fully. My eyes wandered her head to toe. She is an absolute 10/10.

 “THANK. YOU. JESUS!” I yelled in a playful but literal way, arms raised and with an exuberant smile. She radiated both relief and sexiness at my reaction to her body.

We took some time exploring each other, with me starting to suck her nipples and her beginning to play with my penis head and testicles with her hands. I turned her around, pressing her up against a wall and myself against her. We took in all the new feelings of our fully nude skin touching where it hadn’t touched before. 

“Come on!” I yelled with a smile, running from the bathroom to the bedroom and diving on the bed like I was Superman. 

She giggled, walked towards me, and lay down next to me. Her perfect and natural curves were irresistible; I couldn’t get enough of them. My heart pounding, we kissed, and I slowly crept my fingers to her vagina. I started rubbing softly while looking into her eyes, which were quickly filling with lust and desire. I lightly kissed her lips, then her neck, her nipples, back to her mouth, then down to her stomach, teasing between her inner thighs. Finally, I gently kissed her perfect, wet slit, and her whole body jolted. She was so turned on. As my tongue explored her swollen clit and smooth vagina, her body arched while her fingers ran through my hair. Moans of pleasure rang through our suite. Her legs shook, and her body convulsed. She had totally surrendered to the moment. 

From there, we knew it was time, and I got on my back. She grabbed my shaft, lathered my penis in lube, and slowly started stroking it. My heart nearly pounded out of my chest. The sensations of her soft hand gliding on my penis, from its tip to its base, were almost more than I could stand. She gently sucked and kissed it, then maneuvered her leg over to straddle me and ease herself on. With immense carefulness and precision, she guided my penis to her opening and slowly lowered herself. But she couldn’t get it in; it was too big for her. We took a break, relaxed, she fingered herself to loosen things up, and we tried again. We made progress the second time, but it was uncomfortable. Once more, we took a break, took time just to be friends and assure each other there are no judgments, no expectations. I orally pleasured her to relax and excite her, and she got back on. This time, it worked.

“Uuuhhhhh” she moaned as her eyes rolled back with pleasure. 

“You good?” I asked.

She nodded yes in a very satisfying way, with a slight pant in her breath. 

Then she started riding. It was a slow back-and-forth grind at first with lots of eye contact, then more up and down movements. Faster, harder, faster, harder. Her boobs bounced as I switched my hands from her rear to her boobs to her hips. She leaned forward with both hands on either side of my head, boobs in my face. I grabbed her hips and started thrusting up with the intensity of an engine on full blast. Her moans grew more drawn out and louder. Mine too. We were going at it 100%. We took a quick pause, kissed, then I led her by the hand to the couch where we partook of each other in the missionary position. To this day, it’s still one of our favorite positions because of how much our bodies touch. I felt the inevitable build-up within a few pumps.

When I felt like I was nearing my end, she started shaking in ecstasy from orgasm, digging her nails into my back. I did it. I pleased my woman in the most erotic of ways, and now it was my turn. I straightened my arms and pushed my upper body up so I could see her boobs bounce while I thrust my way to the finish line. Finally, my moment came, and it was rope after rope of pure rapture. This was paradise. This is Eden.

The immediate moments after, my wife started crying from all the emotions she felt, the intensity of the orgasms, the closeness to me, the happiness of the day, the joy, the love. We hugged and prayed, thanking God that our sex life was already this incredible. It’s hard to explain, but that state of mind was almost beyond sexuality. Once we were able to come down from that, we started to notice our more carnal desires for each other later that night.

“Can I share a fantasy I’ve always had?” I asked her.

“Yes,” she said inquisitively.

“Well, we don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I often fantasize about finishing on your face. It feels like such a power move. Would you be okay with that?”

“You can finish anywhere you want,” she replied with a smooth voice and slow grin. 

As things began to get heated again, a carnal passion took over. She felt so incredibly sexy, so turned on, such a rush that she had an animal-like response. Without word or warning, she authoritatively flipped me over, got on top, grabbed my throbbing penis, and started sucking me off with a reckless abandon. It was unbelievable.

I remember taking in the surrealness of that exact moment: My first sexual experience is this sexy, intelligent, accomplished, perfect-bodied, perfect-faced, perfect-skinned Latina who is thirsty for my ejaculation. It was beyond my wildest fantasies.

She transitioned off the bed and onto her knees to continue giving me oral as I stood over her. While one of her hands twisted up and down on my shaft with the lubrication of her saliva, the other massaged my testicles, and her head smoothly bobbed and twisted on my penis head. I gently guided her speed with my hand on the back of her head. At the point of no return, my breathing quickened, my scrotum got tight, I pulled her head back by her hair and roped my semen all over her face, watching it drip to her chest. She smiled, blew me an air kiss, and got up to clean herself off. I stood there unable to move from the shock of the erotic bliss, contemplating if that actually just happened. 

I consider myself the most blessed man alive for giving my virginity the way I did to the woman I did. We are best friends who are helplessly in love and carnally attracted to each other. God, the woman, the wait, the commitment, and the growth make our union what it is. This story was only one of the many ways my wife has been able to help release the years of sexual tension, build-up, and curiosity I’ve had—but those are stories for another time :-).