She stands about five feet, nine inches tall compared to my six foot, four inch frame. She’s got the prettiest long blonde hair and eyes that change from the color of a bright sky to the color of rainy gray clouds, but my favorite part is that they are always sparkling. She always seems to have a laugh or smile in her, especially when others aren’t having a good day. She really makes magic when she turns your day around.
A few days before our wedding, we talked about “our” first times having sex. The reason I say “our” is because that night, I found out that she had never actually had sex. The idea had made me so fucking horny, knowing that I was going to be the only man she would ever know in such an intimate way. I knew I could bring her sexual satisfaction, but I had never been with a virgin so was unsure how to proceed.
Our special day came around and I couldn’t help being hard the entire damn day, knowing what would come that night. I could feel my wedding attire stretching as I saw her walk down the aisle. I knew I wouldn’t be able to make it through the reception without taking her but I had to wait. I didn’t want her first time to be in the car. I ended up masturbating in the bathroom to relieve myself temporarily. I swear a part of me still thinks that she planned it out this way because her eyes were twinkling throughout the entire ceremony and reception and she kept “accidentally” sliding her hand across my hard cock. She won’t admit it to this day, but with her being an awful liar, I know that she knew what she was doing.
I finally got through all of our friend’s and family’s well-wishing and got my chance to steal her away and start our honeymoon. I only had a few weeks before I got shipped out. You see, I’m a Sergeant in the military reserves and would be gone for two weeks during the summer. I knew that she was prepping herself to be strong while I was gone. Even though it was only going to be a short while, I didn’t want to leave my new wife husbandless for any period of time. I wouldn’t be able to protect her from 3,000 miles away. I wouldn’t be able to show her my physical affection. The idea just about killed me, but it was the profession I chose before I met her and there wasn’t much I could do about it now.
The waiting was awful. We had a long car-trip to the airport where we finally got on a plane to Florida. We were going on a Couples Cruise to the Caribbean and I couldn’t wait to get on that damn boat that seemed so far away.
After almost 18 hours of being married, we finally got to our cabin on the ship and I dropped our bags on our bed while she went into the bathroom. I heard the shower start running and my cock became engorged for her. I was thinking about her in the shower. Water running down her body, my hands rubbing soap over her soft skin, fondling her warm breasts and beautiful ass, sliding a finger up inside what I knew would be her tight pussy. I let my breath out as an animal desire built inside me. She was so damn sexy and she didn’t even try. If she wasn’t careful, her first time was going to be hard and hot instead of the slow loving she had told me that she had always imagined.
After taking a few deep breaths, I decided to join her. I had figured that I had calmed down enough to be able to at least kiss her and get her ready for what was inevitably coming. I knew she was nervous, probably why she took a shower to begin with, but I just had to see her body. I knew that she was beautiful, but had only ever seen her as scantily clad as her conservative bathing-suit would allow.
I stripped my shirt off and hoisted the two suitcases from the bed to allow me room to put her down when I got that far. It was also partially to make sure that my muscles were hard. I wanted her to know that I was the dominant partner in our sex life. I took of my belt and pants, letting my cock spring free in all it’s eight inch glory. The idea of her on her knees in front of me in the shower had me panting, but I knew I had to introduce her to these things slowly. I had always told her I’m a dirty old man, but she never seemed to understand that I wasn’t joking. She always got stuck on the “Old” part because I’m 25 and she’s 22. She refused to believe that was anywhere near old.
I walked over to the bathroom door and attempted to slide it open, realizing she had locked it. A spark ignited inside me and I felt slightly angry that she would lock me out. The reasonable part of me knew that it was just habit, but damnit, my wife wouldn’t lock me out! Ever. And even if she did, no lock could keep me out. I slid a paperclip that I found in one of the desk drawers into the lock and heard the faint click of my entrance into her sanctuary. As I opened the door, I could hear her light singing over the roar of water. When I slid the curtain open, I saw her backside first. Water streaming over her beautiful ass. There was a birthmark under her right shoulder that I had never noticed before and I wanted to kiss it. I wanted to thoroughly love her.