So … and the wedding night is here. I waited a long moment for that moment. It will be the first time – not mine, but with him. I lost my virginity in 18 and I still regret it. It was not with the person I loved, but the result of an ordinary innocent entertainment at a local club. But that was eight years ago. I’m 26 today and I’m really in love. His name is Patrik, and it is true love, just like once in a lifetime – and I married him. I went with him for four years, but we never had sex together. Not that we have no taste or we would be ashamed of ourselves, no. Many times we cuddled naked in bed, but the act itself never happened. I wanted so many times, but Patrik said after the wedding. I agreed, so I never wanted to ruin it. I really care about him and I love him.
In silence, we left the wedding party, where it was gradually swarming with drunken uncles and stranger aunts. Nobody noticed us, and that was good. We locked ourselves in the bedroom and started kissing.
“It’s here,” Patrick said. “I’ve waited a long time for this moment … and now he’s here.” he said with a mischievous smile on his lips. Instead of answering, I kissed him and tore his shirt. A couple of buttons broke, but I pressed against his body and kissed him passionately. He kissed me back and started unzipping my back on the dress. I wore a beautiful white strapless dress with light silver patterns. I felt them loosen and I could feel the air on my back. Patrik started stroking me and slowly removing his clothes. When they started slipping away from me, I pulled a little away from his body so they could slip more easily. As soon as he took it over my breasts and began to nipple my nipples, I could feel it getting wet. With one hand, I pressed his head against my chest and the other with my crotch. I felt his penis beat and try to free himself from the slick black pants. I unbuttoned his zip and button. I started to stroke the boxer hem and drove down below. As Patrik moved from my breasts to my neck, I exhaled excitedly and put my legs closer together, so my clothes slid off my body. I was standing there naked and indulging myself in my love. While he kissed me, I took off the rest of his shirt and threw myself on my pants. When they were down, Patrik stood there in boxers, his manhood looming. He grabbed my ass so I put his legs around his waist, lifted me up and carried him to the bed. He put me on my back and lay down on me. He started kissing me again and rubbing my breasts with my hand. I was really excited. When he stood up, he took off his underwear and fell back on me. I felt his cock on my perfectly shaved shell. We were lying, kissing and cuddling. Suddenly Patrik got up, grabbed my legs and pulled closer.
He pointed the penis towards my conch and I spread my legs as far as I could. I spread my hands over the satin sheets and waited for the coming pleasure. When I felt his manhood on my body, I could not resist and sigh. Patrik grabbed me harder and penetrated me. Although I was no longer a virgin, it hurt enough. I cried out, but I didn’t know if it was pain or experience. I stretched out on the bed and arched strongly in my back. I nailed my nails into a soft blanket. Patrik began to push slowly. I felt his limb slipping out of me and slipping back, and I realized that night was here. I started enjoying it to the fullest. Patrik began to penetrate me more and more quickly, and it made me extremely amazing. It didn’t hurt anymore, even though sex was harder. I wished he could get even faster, but I wasn’t able to speak. I moaned with pleasure and saw that Patrik was also enjoying it. He struck a few more times and then the penis pulled out of me. I felt my pussy pull back to its original size and get wet again. Patrick knelt down on my lap and put his tongue on my womanhood. It was amazing. He began to ride my clutch with his tongue, and sometimes he went straight inside. At such moments I exhaled excitedly and moaned softly again. Patrik lifted his head and kissed me. I smelled the smell of my pussy on my lips. It was exciting. Patrik lay on his back and I mounted him. I haven’t tried it yet, but I always wanted to. When I touched his penis, it hurt a little again, but I forgot the pain. I began to move my pelvis forward and back, and put my hands beside Patrik’s head. He stroked my whole body, but most on my breast.
Then he grabbed my butt and began to thrust. I jumped on him like some cheap bitch, but I was getting more and more excited. I began to sigh loudly, and I couldn’t even bite my lip. I felt something unique about that. The muscles around the pelvis began to contract and I accelerated my movements. I stretched all the muscles around the groin and began to tremble. It was a wonderful feeling – a feeling of well-being. I sighed so loudly that I was afraid anyone could hear it. When the feelings went, I felt Patrik’s penis pulse for change. He also had an orgasm. As my muscles contracted, the environment of my conchshell also contracted and it slid around its limb. And as I twisted on it, it excited him. It didn’t take five seconds and Patrik ejaculated. I didn’t care that it was up to me, I love him and if we have a baby, I’ll be happy. Exhausted, I slid from him to the bed, lay down beside him, snuggled together, covered myself, and fell asleep in a tight embrace.