A month before my wedding I told my fiancé I didn't want us to be intimate again until after we were officially husband and wife. I liked the idea of letting the sexual tension build up over time until we were finally alone together on our wedding night. The other reason was we had decided to try for a baby as soon as we were married - I needed a month to come off my birth control pills and restart my menstrual cycle and just for tradition's sake I didn't want to conceive out of wedlock. My fiancé Joseph reluctantly agreed my arrangements but it was a really difficult time for both of us.
Joseph and I fell in love five years ago, when I was eighteen and he was twenty-three. Our relationship flourished because we had fun together and shared values, but also because of my insatiable lust for his strong, athletic physique and throbbing eight-inch shaft. Like any strong and virile young man, Joseph relished my naked body and we maintained an exciting and fulfilling sex life long after the initial lust wore off. We'd always been a very sexual couple and since moving in together eighteen months ago had been in a satisfying routine of making love every evening, most mornings, and often in between as well.
In the month before the wedding there were a few times when I had to disentangle myself from Joseph's strong muscular form and take some deep breaths to avoid being overcome by lust and letting him take me on the sofa or the kitchen counter. At night I kept myself covered up in my least sexy flannel pyjamas and stayed well over on my side of our double bed. I suspected that Joseph was having regular cold showers and jerking off when I wasn't around but I knew he understood my reasoning.
Our wedding day went without a hitch and we were so busy with friends and family that my thoughts didn't turn to making love until my new husband carried me over the threshold into our luxury hotel suite that evening. Joseph's strong arms cradled me close and I leaned up for a gentle kiss as he carried me over to the large bed and laid me down on it carefully. He leaned over me on the bed and kissed me again, softly and slowly, then sighed with a mixture of contentment and lust. I stood up and pushed him down onto the edge of the bed then, keeping eye contact with my new husband, I slipped my simple wedding gown down over my shoulders until it fell in a pool at my feet.
Joseph groaned when he saw what I had been wearing under my dress all day. I usually made an effort to wear nice lingerie for him but for my wedding night I had planned something particularly arousing. I was wearing a very skimpy white bra made of transparent lace that completely exposed my stiff pink nipples. As I stepped out of my dress and straightened up my small perky tits bounced gently inside the stretchy lace cups. The back was tied with a white chiffon ribbon that matched the bows at the sides of my tiny white thong.
The thong was made of the same see-through white lace, with a tight elastic edging that dug into my pussy lips and kept it tight against my flesh up past my vagina and over my little anus. The small surface area of the thong and its transparent material meant Joseph could easily see that my genitals were waxed completely smooth and that my pink labial lips were beginning to redden with sexual desire. I was also still wearing my white stiletto heels as I pulled my dark brown hair down and let it fall in soft waves over my delicate shoulders. My little tits wobbled gently as I arranged my hair then climbed onto the bed on my knees, straddling Joseph and noting his prominent erection with satisfaction.
