My Story

He turned and exclaimed, ‘Congratulations!’ and popped the cork on a bottle of champagne. I was shocked and amazed but felt happy. Not just happy but warm inside, from the tips of my toes to the top of my head I was elated, just as it dawned on me that he had done all this for me. That together with my realisation that I had got the job, the one he recommended me for, the one I wanted. I just felt happy. It’s hard to describe the feeling because in between those emotions of happiness and feeling that I had achieved something there were the beginnings of a love. Just like those buds on the trees lining the street below opening into the first shoots of Spring outside there, in that room, were the first shoots of a love that I still cherish to this day. The feelings grew from that moment and became part of a solid foundation which today forms the basis of our marriage…..

I lay back on the bed beckoning him to come and lie beside me. His hands felt me all over and he seemed unable to stop touching and caressing my curves as he leant over to finally kiss me but I turned away letting him only kiss my neck. This made him nervous, why weren’t we kissing? Why didn’t I let him? Reading his thoughts I said, ‘Not yet’ and I took his hand and placed it between my legs. It was time for him to return the favour and as he grabbed and groped between my legs he was still looking over every inch of my naked body and taking more mental photos. His eyes were saying, I want you, I want to eat you and as I got wetter he slid his hand up and down my clitoris, teasing me and kissing my neck again before flicking his finger inside for a second. As I shuddered waiting for it again his mouth found its way down to my breasts sucking and licking my nipples then another flicker inside then another before they became longer, harder, pushing in and out, two fingers then went inside. His hands were caressing me everywhere. His mouth kept going downwards until he was kissing my belly and licking around my belly button.

There was still no snogging but that was better. It was fantastic. I was getting tingles all over my body and pulling him closer. He was nearly on top of me and by then he was getting hard again, ready again as I felt his penis dig into my leg. His head got even lower until he replaced his fingers with his tongue. My head went backwards as his tongue penetrated me and he remembered the pictures of me on the bed, my back arching as he lashed out with his tongue and also dug fingers in deep pulling me upwards with his strength until finally I pulled him up toward me, pulling him into me, closer still, digging my nails into his back as I came, moaning loudly with his fingers still inside.

My face was turned to the side, his body on top of mine with his face buried in my neck. His cock was stiffening as my body relaxed and my legs opened wider allowing him to fall in between them. His penis was touching my soaking wet vagina, feeling it wet and warm against the tip of his shaft. I wanted him inside and I knew he wanted it too but as I lay there completely relaxed beneath him he seemed to be questioning, could he do it? Should he do it?

I needed him inside me, I wanted him inside. I willed it but did he want to? Did he know I wanted him to?

The tension mounted as the moment grew in time and stature.

I then turned my head to his as all his muscles contorted, willing him to push forward and into me. I could feel the tip of his penis touching the lips of my clit as they parted easily beckoning him inside. I could feel his muscles tight at the bottom of his back as I ran my hands down either side of his spine resting at the small of his back as I writhed beneath him, moaning, groaning with pleasure and intent.

I looked right at him and as we