Our Wedding Night

We walked into the hotel and dropped our things in the corner. You had been teasing me for the past week that you peeked already and saw my lingerie. (My best friend bought me two sets and mailed it to you because that was faster than her mailing it to me.) After telling me that I could just skip the lingerie if I wanted because you had already seen it (I knew that you hadn’t yet), you went into the bathroom to shower.

I stripped out of my dress and changed into the navy blue set. The bra had see-through lace cups, and a velvet thong trimmed in matching lace. I lay on the bed as I waited for you to come out.

This wasn’t the first night we had spent together, it wasn’t the first time anything had happened, it wasn’t even the first time we had seen each other completely naked (something I regretted, but couldn’t change). It was the first time we would go all the way, though. I had never had sex with anyone, and as such, I wasn’t sure what to expect. I knew that although you hadn’t been with a lot of women necessarily, you weren’t exactly inexperienced. I just wanted to make you happy, and to make this night everything you wanted it to be. I wasn’t sure if I could do that, so my mind went back and forth from wanting you to hurry up and get out of the shower immediately, to wishing we could skip to Sunday morning. (We were married on a Saturday afternoon.) By then I felt like I would be more confident. I knew that you loved me and that no matter what happened, you wouldn’t change your mind. Still, I was scared for one reason or another that I wasn’t going to give you everything you had been dreaming of; that our wedding night might not live up to your expectations.

The entire time you were in the shower, I was trying to not be nervous, trying to force my confidence into place. But as soon as you stepped out of the shower, every doubt and insecurity I had disappeared.

You walked to the bed and sat down next to me as I lay there waiting. After climbing on top of me, you kissed me. You ran your hands up and down my arms, then finding your way back to my bra, you massaged my boobs through the lace. Within seconds, you had unsnapped the clasp, and taken one of my nipples into your mouth. You sucked on first one boob, then the other. Soon you made your way back to my collarbone, up my neck, and to my ear.

You moved one of your hands down to my hips and began fingering me, then you pulled my panties down. Now that you had nothing in your way, you found my clit with your index finger. After spending some time there, you put your middle finger inside me. In and out. In and out. You left your finger in me but started curling and uncurling it. I didn’t know where you learned to be so amazing with your fingers, but I didn’t care. All that mattered to me was that I was the one who got to enjoy these particular skills of yours for the rest of my life.

You licked my ear, bit my neck, and sucked on my collarbone, then kissed your way down to my vagina. You took a break for a few seconds, before diving headfirst in between my legs. The way you swirled your tongue, probed in and around inside me drove me crazy. The way you sucked my clit, baby, that was absolutely breathtaking.

I wasn’t sure if I was going to be wet enough on my own, so I had insisted that we stop by Walgreens (which you were adorably embarrassed by) to buy some lubricant. Using it didn’t even cross my mind at the moment, although I think you would have fit inside me a bit easier that first time.

When you finally thought I was ready, you put your penis barely inside me. It hurt a bit because I’d never had anything bigger than your fingers in me, but I told you I was fine. You began slowly and gently thrusting in me. It began to hurt less as I got used to you, but it still wasn’t comfortable. I knew that the more that we made love, the easier and better it would get, so I told you to keep going. You tried your best to make me orgasm, but I didn’t know what to tell you I wanted. Finally, I convinced you to just come inside me, and that we would figure it out eventually.

We ended up making love three different times that night, and then again the next morning.

Because I wasn’t really sure what I wanted from you, I didn’t know what to ask you for. Because you didn’t know what I wanted, I didn’t orgasm that night, although I definitely enjoyed every second of it.