I was lucky to be married to the greatest woman on the Earth (At least, in my opinion), Natalie. She was beautiful, no doubt about it; silky black hair that reached halfway down her back, brilliant green eyes, medium-sized and perfectly shaped breasts, and a slim figure. But her looks were not the best part about her.
At the start of our relationship, she had been so sweet, so innocent. It was on our honeymoon – when I was 21, and she 20 – that I discovered a completely different side to her: the side of her that screamed out for sexual release. I have never met, and doubt that there is, a more sexually inventive, open, and experimental person in the world. This is the story of that very night; the best night of my life.
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My hands shook, the keys in them struggling to find their place in the keyhole to our honeymoon suite. Natalie's body was pressed up against my back, and she was gently nibbling on my ear, turning me on incredibly.
She had told me when we started our relationship that she did not believe in sex before marriage. She had asked me if I was OK with that, but at the time, when I was staring into those beautiful, deep green eyes of hers, I couldn't say no, so I (grudgingly) said that was fine. After we got engaged, she promised me that the night of our honeymoon, she would fulfill all my desires, and that I would remember the night forever. And now that night had finally come.
"I hope you're better at sticking this in tight places than those keys..." she purred sexily into my ear, her hand reaching between my legs and brushing against my groin. I gasped at the feeling as my cock hardened instantly. My hands paused. "What's wrong, hon? Never been touched there?" she whispered, her voice full of humour. I grinned at the thought of what was ahead as I finally fitted the keys into the keyhole. I stepped inside and my hand reached for the light switch.
"Why don't you leave the lights off?" Natalie purred, placing a hand on my shoulder.
"Sure." I replied, and turned around to face her. She placed her arms around my neck and kissed me solidly on the lips (She was probably on tip-toes to make up the two inches between us), our tongues meeting in an explosion of passion. She gently kicked the door shut behind us, guiding me towards the bed (How she managed it in the dim light, I have no idea), our kissing continuing the entire time. When we reached the foot of the bed, she broke away, and placed her palms on my chest. She gave me a devilish smile before pushing me gently onto the bed. As soon as I was on the bed, she climbed on top, looming over me, on all fours. She bent down, and once more our lips met, our tongues flicking against each other. Her hands were busily unbuttoning my top as our passion rose in tides. She broke off our kiss to pull the shirt over my arms and head, throwing it aside. Her head lowered to my chest, her tongue flicking against my skin and the light curls of my chest-hairs. She continued her way downwards, her tongue still doing its job, as her hands deftly undid my belt and began to pull down my pants; I was still a little taken aback by her dominance, and could do nothing but lie back and let her do what she wanted. But she didn't seem to mind, or to be slowing down. This was too good to be true.
She pulled my boxers and pants down with one, skilful move, revealing my half-erect cock. Her face stopped just inches from my member, and she looked up into my eyes, a playful look on her face. She seemed to be expecting something; I was holding my breath.
"Beg for it. Beg for me to suck your cock." She whispered, letting her tongue flick against the very top of my dick. I gasped at the shock of pleasure that ran through my body. "Beg for it." She repeated.
"Please... suck my dick..." I finally managed to force out, and she smiled wide, looking as playful as ever. Her lips curled around the head of my cock, and she slowly began to take my length into her mouth. I gasped, and my hand reached instinctively to the back of her head, urging her to take more of my length in her mouth. Strangely, she resisted, pushing her head back against my hand whilst her tongue flicked along the side of my cock-head. She wanted to take it slowly, tease me. I wanted to fulfill everything she wanted from me. So I relaxed my hand and let her do as she wanted.
She slowly worked her way down my length, her tongue constantly flicking up and down my rod as she took more and more of it into her mouth. I closed my eyes and began to moan as my pleasure began to get the best of me. Hearing my noises, she increased in intensity, moving faster now, whilst her tongue made longer, slower strokes. Soon she was deep-throating my entire dick, and she began to bob eagerly up and down my cock, her tongue working overtime. I felt the pressure building up in my balls, and I knew that I was going to hit my limit soon.
