Sweet Release on our Wedding Night

After the wedding reception is over, the new couple heads to the hotel to spend their first night together. The sexual tension in the limo is palpable, but both Andrew and Emily restrain themselves, telling themselves that since they waited two years already, an extra half-hour will not hurt. The couple arrives at the hotel, find the honeymoon suite, and then enter it. Emily is in her wedding dress, Andrew in his tuxedo. Once across the threshold, they close the door softly and lock it, remembering to put out the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign. Andrew and Emily embrace and then kiss passionately.

Their kiss lingers for almost a minute. Andrew and Emily then slowly pull their lips apart and gaze into each others’ eyes. The silence sparkles with the magic of unspoken passion. Emily reaches behind herself to begin undoing her dress, but her husband’s hands stop hers. She has waited two and a half years for this night, two and a half years of torturously lonely nights and cold, quiet mornings. Each night since they had started dating she had acted out this scene. Each night she had crossed the threshold, kissed her husband, and then they had undressed and consummated their marriage.

At this moment she wants one thing and one thing only: to give herself fully to the man she loves. Her desire flashes like crimson flame in her eyes and upon her lips. Even her skin, the color of the purest milk chocolate, reddens ever so slightly as her body readies itself for sweet sexual release. Now, to be denied her husband’s body is too much. To have him now, to feel him inside of her for the first time, she would do anything.

Andrew sees her longing and understands but does not relent. He bends down on his knees, reminding Emily of when he had proposed to her so long ago. He breaks the silence as he speaks. “Emily,” he says, “I have waited my whole lifetime for this evening. But before we go any further, I must say a few things. I give myself now to you without reservation, without restraint. Everything that is me is now open to you and exists to serve you. My body will be yours tonight and forevermore. More importantly, my mind and my soul will be yours as well. If ever you need anything or desire anything or wish to speak about something, I want for you to see me as your first choice in all endeavors, the answer to all your questions. To be with you is not to be tied down, but to be freed; I relish the freedom of our life and love together on which we are about to embark.”

Andrew moves to unzip Emily’s dress, but this time Emily stops him. “Just wait your turn, Mister Cooper” she says.

“If speeches are to be made, then certainly you aren’t going to be the only one speaking? I have a few things to say myself.” With this, Emily starts to remove her dress. After it is removed and gently hung up she kneels down in front of Andrew. She grimaces a bit, then removes her shoes. She is left kneeling in white lace stockings, white lace crotchless panties, and a white corset. Andrew smells the musky odor of her vagina. Her mouth is on the same level as the juncture of Andrew’s legs.

“I have waited my entire life for this day, and this evening as well. I have truly been blessed to know you. To marry you is a blessing of which I am truly unworthy. I am grateful for the chance. I pledge to submit to you in every way, as is right before God. My body stands before you as a banquet on which you shall ever feast and never be sated. My heart and my soul lie bare to you, that you may see me in all my shame and splendor, all my beauty and disgrace. I am ready to be whole. Please make me your wife, Andrew. And let our rapture praise God.”

Emily stands up and smiles, holding her raised forefinger to her pursed lips. “Shhh.” She begins to undress Andrew slowly, unhurriedly, setting his tuxedo and underwear aside. She then takes Andrew by his hand and guides him to the bathroom. She proceeds to draw a bath with hot water, just to her liking. She pours in some bath oil whilst the bath fills up, creating many bubbles. She turns towards Andrew and looks at him intently.

He nods, and then begins removing her lingerie. Off comes her corset, her panties, her garter and her stockings. Emily then steps into the bathtub and sits down. She playfully tosses some bubbles at Andrew. Meanwhile, Andrew picks up a bar of hand-made soap and dips it in the water. He then proceeds to caress Emily’s entire body with the bar of soap and his hands. While she sits, he starts with her neck, arms, back, stomach, and breasts. He then motions for her to stand, and he lovingly lathers up her legs and feet, and then proceeds to the secret garden between her thighs. The bar of soap covers every inch of it, and he even slips it inside of her a time or two. Andrew then motions Emily to turn around and bend over, after which he proceeds to wash her buttocks.

Andrew then turns the water back on, and with the showerhead he rinses all of Emily’s body. He then begins to lick and kiss every inch of her wet body. He takes his time to stray into her garden of love and spend some time kissing her clitoris. She starts to get very aroused and presses herself against her husband’s face. He stops after a minute, however.

Emily then steps out of the shower and Andrew dries her off with a towel. She puts on her bath robe. Andrew then steps into the tub; the water is  just now cooling down to his preferred temperature. He sits down, and Emily begins to wash him as he had just washed her. She lovingly washes his body, then kisses him from head to foot, stopping briefly to take his penis in her mouth and suck it gently, though she does this only for a minute, before continuing on.

After he is rinsed off, Andrew steps out of the shower and Emily dries him, and then wraps his robe about himself. Andrew proceeds to the bedroom, where he prepares the bed by arranging the pillows and drawing back the covers. Meanwhile, Emily prepares herself by using some lubricant on her vagina. She then walks from the bathroom, taking the last steps she will ever take as a virgin. Andrew is sitting in a chair next to the bed, still in his robe; he stands up as Emily draws near, stepping behind her. He slowly removes her robe, tossing it onto the chair. He then removes his own robe.
Emily lies down in bed, her head on a pillow, her legs spread wide. Andrew gets into bed after her, positioning himself right above her. His penis is already completely erect. Right as Andrew is about to penetrate Emily, he stops, and then puts his hands upon her hands. “Let us pray,” he says, “Lord, as Emily and I become united in marriage, please bless us. Please bless our passion for each other, and may our bodies become one, we will praise you through our love and affection for one another.”

With this, Andrew slowly lowers himself onto Emily. His penis gradually enters her vagina, which provides little resistance. A couple of seconds later he is fully inside of her. Emily exclaims slightly at the new sensation, similar and yet quite different from the feeling of his fingers or her vibrator being inside of her. Andrew leans forward a bit and kisses Emily, deeply and passionately. During their kiss he pulls his penis out a bit, and begins a pattern of slowly thrusting into her.

While he is thrusting, they continue to kiss passionately, and Andrew uses one of his hands to variously play with Emily’s nipples and stimulate her clitoris. Andrew is ready to orgasm after only a few minutes, so he stops thrusting, and Emily, sensing this, stops squeezing her vagina. He continues to kiss her and caress her, and when Emily is close to orgasm, he starts thrusting again. They have almost simultaneous orgasms–Emily screams with pleasure as her husband grunts and squirts his semen into her. He then gets off of her and they continue to embrace and kiss, lying side by side, feeling whole for the first time. And thus begins many decades of marital and sexual bliss for Emily and Andrew.