Pulling into the cabin, he gave my hand a squeeze and told me to wait for him to get me out; and get me out he did. He carried me all the way over the thresh hold and into the cabin where he slowly set me down on my own two feet. Turning me until we were face to face he gently kissed my forehead before putting his index finger under my chin to lift my face, our eyes locked. He smiled his panty melting smile and asked me, “Do you need a minute to get ready? I know your mom put a million candles in our room and she instructed me that I needed to light them.”
Smiling with pure happiness I told him, “The only thing I need is for you to remove my dress. Why don’t you grab the champagne out of the fridge, the ice bucket is in the freezer chilling. While you do that, I will go light the candles. Then I’ll wait for you in there.” He smacked my ass as I turned to walk away. There was no controlling the growling noise that escaped at contact.
With only the light from the candles, he carried the ice bucket in one hand and two champagne flutes in the other, setting it all on the bedside table. Without looking at me he asked, “Do you want a glass of champagne now?”
I had to clear my throat to get the words out, “Sure, maybe just a half a glass. Sierra said it would help me relax.”
Without words he poured us each a glass. As he handed me mine, he took a small sip of his own before telling me, “I don’t want to hurt you so if having a glass of champagne is going to help you relax then by all means have some.” He tilted his glass back finishing his off, he set it down on the bedside table before he continued speaking, “But Baby, I know of a few things that I can do to make you relax. Orgasms are known to relax you and I would love to have my mouth on you.”
I followed his lead by tipping my glass back and swallowing the remaining champagne in one go. I hand him my glass for him to set down next to his. After setting it down, he took my hand and led me to the middle of the room where he turned me around so he could finally unzip my dress. I could feel him stop the second he realized I was wearing the baby blue bra. With fumbling hands, he continued removing my dress and when it dropped low enough to the matching g-string he sucked in a deep breath.
“Baby, how did you get this back?” He snapped the string against my ass to indicate what he was referring to.
Smiling to myself I responded; “I went back and got a replacement so I could wear this for you and confirm what you imagined so many times.” Stepping away from him, I turned so he could see it all. He scooped me up and tossed me onto the bed. I bounced twice before he pulled me by the ankles until my ass was at the edge of the bed. He wasted no time going to his knees and spreading my legs. Rather than allowing me to put my legs together long enough to remove the g-string he just tore it off my body. Once completely naked from the waist down, he brushed his beard up one side and down the other; only stopping to use his tongue on my already wet core.
The events leading up to this moment did nothing but enhance the arousal I always feel when I am around Steve. I reached between my legs to grab hold of him by the top of his head and held him exactly where I needed him. He understood exactly what I wanted. He added his fingers, entering me one at a time, and then gently pushing in two all while sucking my clit into his mouth. With the combo of fingers and mouth, I shot off almost instantly. After drinking me down he slowly stood up and began removing his own clothes.
As he lifted his undershirt off, I couldn’t miss the new ink gracing his perfect body. Another gift, he added our wedding date on the inside of his upper arm. He quickly pulled his boxers off, and once he stood naked before me I saw my name was also added just below the waistband of his boxers. He let me soak in the view of his beautiful naked form, before speaking “Scoot to the middle of the bed.”
Always good at following his directions, I did just that. Ditching my bra, that had remained on up until this point. Crawling onto the bed between my legs, he voiced his appreciation. “Fuck Babe, you are so beautiful. I want to be gentle; I want to take it slow and savior you. I am going to try to go slow. I really am going to try. Oh fuck look at how wet you are for me Baby. Now that you are my wife, are you ready for my cock?” As he spoke, he began to slide his cock all around my pussy, the tip nowhere close to pushing inside me but never missing the contact with my clit. Was I ready? I had never been more ready. I could see liquid dripping from the tip of his cock. Both of us fixated on watching his cock move against my pussy.
I gave him the words I knew he wanted to hear, “I’m ready Babe, please don’t tease me. We don’t have to wait anymore. Please fuck me Steve. Please, I need my husband, I need you inside me.” Without pause he brushed the tip of his cock against my clit a few times before guiding his cock past the lips of my pussy.
Slowly, he pushed himself inside me, only pausing when he met the barrier guarding my virginity. While kissing and swiping his tongue up the side of my neck causing shivers of arousal, he thrust his hips in one swift movement. Pausing as the barrier broke. Kissing me gently, he whispers words of love and admiration. “Are you okay Baby? Oh fuck. Oh god. You feel so fucking good Hannah. Oh god, it is better than anything I ever imagined.”
Reaching out and grabbing a hand full of his ass, I started to rotate my hips letting him know I was ready for him to move. “I’m good now. I’m ready for you to move. Please Steve, I want to feel you.” That was all he needed to hear, he began moving; rotating his hips as he moved in and out of me. Each time his hips rotated, I felt something inside me, something I hadn’t felt before. Out of nowhere that feeling blossomed into an earth shattering orgasm.
I had no control over my words or actions. “Oh God, oh shit. Oh fuck, I am going to cum. Oh God, oh Steve. Oh yes.” followed by a string of moans that would wake neighbors if we had any. My whole body vibrated in pleasure as the orgasm made its way through my body. This was so much better than anything I had ever felt.
Steve continued to rotate his hips riding out my orgasm. I moved my hips the opposite direction and within seconds Steve was cursing and grunting; his body stilling as his cock shot pulse after pulse into my warm, waiting body. Trying not to squish me, he rested his face in the crook of my neck. Kissing up my neck until his lips brush my ear as he spoke, “So much better than I ever imagined it would be. Are you okay, I didn’t hurt you did I?”
He pulled out of me slowly. I couldn’t help it my pussy twitched at the feel of him pulling out. His eyes fixated on where he just pulled out of me. Concern and arousal were the two things I saw flash across his face. “Stay right there; let me take care of you. I’ll be right back.” He returned with a warm wash cloth to clean up the combination of blood and cum between my legs.
He climbed back into bed and pulled me toward his still naked body. Snuggled into his side, he caressed my back with one hand and used his other hand to brush my hair away from my face. His hands were constantly moving along some part of my body. We sat in silence soaking in the comfort of being together. I was lost in thoughts of our future and wondering if sex was always that amazing.
It was like he could hear my thoughts, because he broke the silence by answering, “We are going to have an amazing life together. We are so fucking lucky that we get to have sex like that for the rest of our lives.” Pulling me until I was straddling him, I could feel his hard cock between my legs, right where I was wet despite being a little sore. He kept running his hands from my knees, which were on either side of his hips, all the way to my naked ass and back; the feeling causing me to moan in appreciation. He responded to the moans by lifting his hips off the bed making his intentions clear, but before making any effort to guide his cock to my opening he asked, “Are you too sore? I want to be buried inside you so fucking bad; but if you need to wait until you aren’t sore, I could be talked into letting you suck my cock.” He couldn’t help laugh at his own comment.
I knew he was kidding, but couldn’t help mess with him. “Actually I will probably be sore for a few days. And it’s my understanding that as a wife, my mouth will be too busy bitching to suck anything. Haven’t you heard that?”
He flipped me onto my back with a growl, wasting no time sliding his fabulous cock into me; the pleasure far outweighing the brief moment of pain that made its presence known. Steve flashed me his cocky grin as he rotated his hips in the way that drove me crazy. “You like that don’t you. You like having my cock buried inside you. I want you to ride me. I want to watch your perfect tits bounce while you ride my cock. Oh fuck ya, I’ve wanted this since the minute I met you.”
In a flash he was on his back and I was riding him just like he wanted. Holy. Shit. It felt so good. I couldn’t bounce hard enough. Each time I slammed myself down his magic cock hit that perfect spot inside me. I was out of my mind in pleasure. I was completely oblivious to anything other than the pleasure. He used one hand to go between rubbing my clit and pinching my nipple. When my orgasm hit, I slammed myself down and rotated like a belly dancer. Apparently with the help of my orgasm, my pussy gripped onto him and didn’t release him until he filled me once again with his seed.
I collapsed on top of him where I am pretty sure I passed out. I came to when Steve slapped my ass and announced, “That was way better than I imagined it would be. Thank fuck I had my phone and was able to record part of it. Wanna see?”
He was fucking crazy. Who would have thought we would have zero reservations the day we both lost our virginity. I guess this was proof, or at least a reasonable possibility, that it might be people’s age, lack of confidence, or commitment that makes their first time awkward. I needed to remember to share my experience and opinion with the blog; my “First time” story will be way better than any I had read thus far, but that could wait until our time at the cabin was over.
His promise to take care of me led to him running me a bath. It was a small tub, there was no way he could fit in there with me; so after bringing me another glass of champagne, he sat alongside the tub just to be near me.
As I lay back in the bath tub, I had never felt more content in my life and told Steve, “I can’t believe I get to do this every day for the rest of my life. You have no idea how happy I am.”
He leaned over the edge of the tub, kissing me before giving me more than I could have asked for, “I didn’t think I would ever be this happy. I look at you and I know that my parents and sister, probably my grandparents too, had a hand in leading you into my life. Words will never be enough when it comes to expressing how much I love you or how grateful I am that you saved yourself for me. I will never regret saving myself for you. You officially have all of me. Thank you for becoming my wife.”
“I love you too my dear husband.”