I Didn't Want to Get Married

My blood was on fire for (Y/N)! Her touch upon me, her brazen desire, it was shocking and profoundly arousing! She never ceased to amaze me.

As quickly as I could, I did as I was bid, shedding my boots and clothes. I was careful to handle my fine suit delicately as I laid it out on an armchair; I would see to it in the morning.

I turned, only to see the most fetching sight in the world: (Y/N) was completely nude before me! She was like a Venus in a painting, her (Y/H/C) hair loose about her shoulders, a slight blush on her cheeks. I reminded myself once again, sternly, that the first time of congress was painful for a woman. Furthermore, I had no experience of my own to draw upon, only the tales of friends. I had to keep the lust I was feeling under control. I didn’t want to hurt her.

I smiled, a bit bashful. “You are ravishingly beautiful, my firebrand.” Indeed, that was an understatement, but my tongue was tied by the vision before me, and I could produce nothing fancier, in the moment.

She returned my smile, putting her hands on her hips. “Ravishingly, eh? Well, that certainly is the outcome I was aiming for, leastways!”

(Y/N) walked over to me and took me by the hand, then led me to the bed. It was as though I were drunk when I watched her lay down, in my own bed, felt her tug on my arm gently. In a thick daze, I lay down next to her. I couldn’t believe what was actually happening!

As I rolled to kiss (Y/N), I felt her slender fingers closing around my member and groaned. “Wait, wait…” (Y/N) looked a little irritated, but I pushed on. “Already I know I surely shall not be able to withstand very long in your carnal embrace before I reach my end. Please don’t hasten me there even sooner, it’s shameful-“

(Y/N) chuckled. “-This act is new to both of us! I care not how quickly you spend yourself, only that you promise to try again, once you have recovered from your slothfulness-“

My craving for (Y/N)’s touch was growing too strong, and I gently removed her sweet hand from my length and brought it to my lips, kissing her knuckles. “-I do so promise. You have no idea how much I have yearned for you, for this moment.”

I took a deep breath. “And that is why I refuse to be rushed. Though there is nothing in the world I want more than to couple with you, I insist you allow me to put you at ease, to help ready you. So spread your supple thighs for me. Let me help your body prepare to accept mine.”

I ran my hand over (Y/N)’s stomach, and she giggled at me. “But I am ready-ah!” I cupped her warm sex with my palm, and bent my middle finger inwards, seeking her core. As I found her wetness, (Y/N) blushed fiercely, hiding her face in my shoulder.

Enticed, I felt, carefully, until my finger came to her entrance. (Y/N) began to pant heavily, and I felt the promise of what was to come. I moved upwards, slowly, until I found her swollen, little ladybutton. Excellent!

Just below her delightful little nubbin, I began making circles with my finger, and the effect was immediate. (Y/N) started bucking against my hand and moaning!

Pleased, I moved to slide my finger, carefully, into her entrance, as I rubbed her button with my thumb. (Y/N) groaned loudly and raised her hips eagerly to meet my hand. I could hardly feel the edges of her maidenhead! She must have been practicing well. I felt a hot spike of desire at the thought.

It was exquisite, almost agonizing, watching (Y/N) in the throes of her ecstasies. Her cunny was warm, soft, and incredibly wet. It didn’t take her long to begin approaching a climax, and I had never been so grateful in my life! I had to have her! She was my wife! I had to fuck my wife or I would surely die!

Impassioned, I kissed her, absorbing her moans into my mouth. I felt her gripping my hair, when, suddenly, she gave it a harsh tug, and her whole body tensed. I felt her sheath constrict powerfully around my finger as she cried out.

I broke away so she could breathe, as her womanhood continued to constrict rhythmically around my finger, and her body relaxed. I lessened the fervor of my attentions with my hand, but knew better than to remove it completely. I grinned, watching (Y/N)’s bosom heave. Her eyes were closed and her hair was mussed all about my pillows. Our pillows, now. Our pillows.

Notes

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