Content Warnings: Wild, untamed, raw lesbian sex
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Chapter 8 Wedding Night Sex
Hannah had insisted we spend the night in a hotel after the wedding instead of our apartment ever since she started planning for the wedding. It made perfect sense for us to have the honeymoon suite with thicker walls and maximum privacy away from neighbors who might get angry from loud noises.
I had the feeling that both of us wanted to tear each other’s clothes off, but you simply don’t do that with wedding clothes. There was a sacredness to removing the wedding dress, a kind of reverse cocooning I hadn’t expected. We laughed a lot, which helped, at the sheer volume of zippers and hidden buttons. “I think it wants to stay with me forever,” I joked as Hannah kneeled on the plush carpet, her fingers gently peeling lace from my ankles.
Hannah’s suit jacket came off almost as an afterthought, but there was nothing rushed about the way we undressed each other. We hovered, savoring the moment, running careful hands over the newness of us. I felt like with each movement the hotel room itself was holding its breath. When we were both wearing just our bras and panties, we carefully hung up our wedding clothes in the hotel closet.
Once the wedding clothing was stored with care, we embraced our bodies together tightly and experienced the kiss of a lifetime. There were so many good feelings it is impossible to fully describe. I let out a soft moan into her lips as we both gently fumbled the hooks of each other’s bras. Our bras fell to the floor and our breasts together felt electric. We had a short dance while taking off each other’s panties, kissing the whole time.
The kiss broke and I plopped down onto the bed. Hannah crawled her way towards my sex and at first I thought she was going to start. But she moved past my sex, past my breast, and her eyes met mine. Her eyes, oh my lord her eyes. They were so full of love, confidence, and desire. It took me a moment to realize she was staring into my eyes, actually staring. She tried to hide her discomfort, but I could still tell this was hard for her to do. I didn’t look away, but I softened my gaze to show her I understood what she was doing. My breath was taken away as I looked into her eyes and saw the depths of her beautiful soul. We each blinked once and kept staring into each other’s eyes. Goosebumps trembled down my body. I was in awe.
She looked away to the side and her face relaxed. I let out a breath I didn’t know I had been holding. Hannah had done that just for me. She chose me over her own comfort. I found my voice and whispered to her, “I love you too.” She didn’t need to say it first, her look said it for her. Aside from speaking, I stayed exactly where I was and didn’t move. The quiet stretched between us. I didn’t rush her or reach for anything, didn’t try to fill the space. I wanted her to know she didn’t have to move unless she wanted to, and that she could take all the time she needed.
After a moment, she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine, soft and sure. It wasn’t hurried or uncertain. It felt like a choice. I kissed her back, slow and steady, meeting her where she was and nowhere else. Her hands moved over me unhurriedly, familiar and warm. I gasped when her mouth left my lips, expecting her to find that sensitive spot on my neck. Instead, she kissed my cheek, then my ear, her voice low as she whispered, “Gentle first. I want to play for a long time.”
“Holy shit I love you,” I whispered back. She gave my ear a soft, playful bite, then brushed a kiss over my cheek before our mouths found each other again. One of her hands drifted downward slow and careful. Her hand reached my sex and gently rubbed the outside. Hannah’s gentle, slow touch made me want to savor every moment. Every part of me was electric, the kind of sensitive where even a breath over my skin raised goosebumps. Hannah’s fingers moved between my legs, so light that I wanted to beg for more but didn’t want to break the spell of her care. I just let myself melt, letting every little touch and tiny movement build on itself, brick by brick, until I thought I might float right off the bed.
I let the pleasure build in silent, slow increments, drawing each new wave up through my chest and out into her mouth. Hannah’s fingers stroked me, careful as a heartbeat, coaxing shivers along my thighs and up my back. Her touch was feather light but deliberate, like she was reading braille on my most sensitive skin. When the orgasm hit, it was the quiet kind. Just a trembling that started deep in my belly and radiated outward, a flutter of heat and light behind my closed eyelids. My whole world narrowed down to the precise place where her body met mine, where her fingertips drew figure eights against slick, swollen flesh.
Our lips parted and Hannah rolled over. She patted her chest as an invitation for me to lay on her if I needed to. I took her hand and gently pulled it down towards her sex, then stopped. Her eyes twinkled with delight and she led my hand down to her sex. I got on top of her and gave her the same gentle kiss she gave me. I let my hands slide along her waist as I pressed my body against hers. I took my time. I wanted her to feel as cared for and desired as she had just made me feel.
Her sex was lightly wet when I gently touched her there. I let my fingers glide along her slick heat, watching her eyes flutter and close, then open again just enough to see me. Each touch was slow, careful, gentle in a way that felt like a promise. When I finally slipped my finger inside her, she let out a gasp that was half relief and half disbelief. I watched her face the whole time, memorizing how every nerve in her jaw and cheeks tensed, then went slack as she melted into it. I set the rhythm easy and slow, letting her hips do most of the moving.
We’d been together for years but there was something about the first time as wives that made the moment feel fresh. I gently circled her sex, slow and light as a whisper, just the way she liked, feeling the slick warmth beneath my fingertip. Her legs trembled beneath my touch, fine shivers running from her inner thighs to her ankles, and she let her hips rise to meet me, the pressure of her wanting like an electric current humming through the air between us. I kept my eyes on her face, thirsty for every delicious flicker of pleasure behind her closed lids. She gave out a light moan and I knew she had gotten her orgasm. Our lips parted, leaving a thread of moisture between them, and I gently moved my hand away.
I rolled over and Hannah got back on top of me, her warm skin sliding against mine. She didn't need time to recover from her orgasm either. Her eyes were full of desire and love. We kissed again, a deeper and more passionate kiss. My heart fluttered when her mouth went to my ear and she whispered “hold this one in as long as you can.” The words vibrated against my skin, sending goosebumps cascading down my neck and across my shoulders. This was something new we hadn’t done before, just for me.
Hannah started off gentle like last time, but with a more hungry kiss. I met her kiss with a hungry one of my own, feeling my body spark to life beneath her. Her hands roamed, finding every spot that made me shiver, and I let myself forget absolutely everything but the heat of her skin and the taste of her mouth. She pulled away just enough to look down at me, her eyes wild and beautiful, a question and an answer at the same time. I nodded, silently saying yes please, and she dipped her head to my neck on the spot that made me tremble.
Her fingers made my sex explode with pleasure. I gasped and already felt the orgasm coming on. She moved down from my neck, kissing me as she went down. When her mouth reached my breast she found one of my nipples and gave it a soft bite. An “aaaah” of pleasure escaped my lips. She looked at me and reminded me, “Hold it as long as you can.” She paused and then said, “but only if you want to.” “God I love you,” I whispered back.
She responded by making my sex and nipple experience another wave of pleasure. I let out a gasp, feeling the orgasm approaching closer and closer. Her mouth moved to my other nipple, giving it an equal amount of pleasure as the first. I sucked in a sharp breath, my back arching involuntarily off the sheets, hovering at the edge of release. Somehow I managed to hold back the tide. My muscles clenched and unclenched as her clever fingers and demanding mouth coaxed me through waves of pleasure that crashed against my resolve like the ocean against a cliff.
Suddenly, her mouth moved from my chest and back to my neck. I found myself panting in short, desperate gasps, every muscle in my body trembling with the effort of holding back the the orgasm as long as I could. Her lips moved back to my ear, her breath hot, and she whispered “Cum when I kiss your lips.” The words sent electric shivers down my spine as I let out staccato shrieks that seemed to come from somewhere deep and primal inside me. Her mouth hovered tantalizingly above mine, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from her lips. Her eyes were playful and full of mischief, watching me unravel beneath her.
Just when I thought I couldn’t hold it anymore, when every nerve ending screamed for release, her lips finally captured mine in a searing kiss. The sound that tore from my throat was so raw and ragged it couldn’t be contained, couldn’t be muffled even by her hungry mouth. The orgasm crashed through me like a tidal wave of liquid fire, radiating from my core to my fingertips, making my vision blur with pleasure. I didn’t know when her hand went away from my sex, I only knew that I had to take a ragged breath through my nose and screamed again into her mouth as aftershocks rippled through my quivering limbs.
It took me a few moments to realize Hannah had rolled over and was offering her breast for me to lay on. This time I did to recover from the orgasm and listened to her heartbeat. One of my hands was on her other breast, fingers splayed with affection. She stroked her fingers through my hair. After a while she moved her hand to rest on top of the hand I had on her breast. It was her way of telling me she was ready for me to pleasure her.
I still felt like I needed time to recover from that intense orgasm, so I affectionately rubbed my head on her breast to let her know. Her thumb rubbed the back of my hand slowly, letting me know there was no rush. When I was ready, I whispered, “Do you want it like you did me?” There was a pause and she whispered, “Surprise me. I trust you.” Her words made my body tingle and my heart flutter.
While still laying on her breast, I moved my hand to her sex and gently slid a finger inside her. She let out a soft moan. I kissed her chest, then moved up to her neck. My fingers moved in a slow, deliberate rhythm that made her hips rise to meet each gentle thrust. She let out another soft moan and my mouth moved to hear ear. “I love the way you breathe when you feel good,” I whispered sensually. Hannah shivered with delight, goosebumps rising across her flushed skin. My fingers went to the spot I knew she loved and I kept whispering into her ear using my best sexy voice. “I am yours forever; You’re mine forever; I love how we make each other feel good.”
My fingers danced on her sex in a way I knew would drive her wild, and I asked “Do you want to hold it in as long as you can?” Hannah nodded and breathlessly through soft moans said “keep…whispering…like…that…” she managed between soft moans that vibrated through her body. I nibbled on her ear then upped the intensity of my fingers. She gasped as I continued to whisper to her things I knew would drive her wild. “You’re the only one I want; I choose you, every time; This is exactly where I want to be.”
Her voice came ragged between shallow breaths. “Kiss…me…” she whispered, “so…close…” I slowly kissed her ear, then moved to her cheek, and then barely brushed my lips against hers, close enough that our breaths mingled in the narrow space between us. “Y…ye…yesssss…” she whispered as my lips teased her with a brief, light touch then pulling away. I knew her body was a puddle underneath me. Hannah wasn’t ordinarily a screamer during sex, but when our lips met she let out the sexiest, loudest moan I had ever heard her make.
I rolled off of her and patted my breast. She lay down to recover from her orgasm and listen to my heart. One of her hands rested on my other breast, fingers splayed the way we both liked to do it. “That was incredible,” she whispered, her breath a soft flutter against my skin. Her body was free of tension. When her breathing steadied from ragged to rhythmic, I covered her hand with mine and squeezed gently to tell her I was ready. Then, I stroked my thumb across her knuckles to let her know that there was no rush.
Once Hannah recovered she began a slow, seductive crawl back to my ear. Her breath was hot and tantalizing when she whispered, “I know you’re ready for rough.” The way her voice sounded gave me shivers down my spine. She looked at me to gauge my reaction and I frantically nodded yes, my heart pounded with anticipation. Her mouth slid to my neck where she gave me a love bite in just the right spot. I felt her hands push against my breast, palms right at my nipples. Then her nails scratched my chest in a way that made me gasp. Her nails scratched me downward, down to near my sex, and her mouth moved from my neck to one of my nipples, kissing along the way.
When her mouth reached my nipple, she took it between her teeth, applying just enough pressure to make me feel a delicious pinch of pain, swiftly followed by a wave of pleasure. Her finger slid inside me, and I couldn't help but let out a moan of pure ecstasy. Her mouth moved to my other nipple, giving it the same exquisite pleasure. Then, her head slowly moved back up towards my ear. “I love the way your body melts for me,” she whispered. I could only manage a moan in response, my body already reduced to a quivering mess of desire.
Her fingers rubbed the spot in my sex I loved that made my back arch and toes curl. Her mouth, hot and wet, trailed kisses down my body, pausing to lavish attention on my breasts, then my stomach, before finally reaching my sex. Her tongue dipped inside me in a way only Hannah could do. I was overcome by wave after wave of intense pleasure.
When one of her fingers circled around my ass, I felt my body melt even more. But then, as her finger slid in, a memory popped into my head out of nowhere, a flashback of chanting. I remember thinking to myself, ‘NO! This is my wedding night damn it!’ Hannah sensed the change and paused, her finger and tongue slowly moved out of my holes. I felt the pleasure in my sex start to go away and I whispered to Hannah, “Keep going, please. I want this.”
She hesitated, just for a moment, before her tongue resumed its dance on that most sensitive spot. She avoided my ass, focusing instead on building my pleasure higher and higher. “Yessssss…” I hissed, “jussst…liiiike…th…that…donnn…stoooop…” Hannah kept going. The pleasure continued to grow and grow. When the orgasm swept through my body it took me by surprise. My scream wasn’t as loud as the prior one, but it felt just as good.
After the orgasm, and a few moments after I lay my head on Hannah’s breast to listen to her heart, she softly said, “If you need to talk about it, I’m here.” I whispered back, “I’m ok. Truly.” Then I affectionately rubbed my hand between her breasts to reassure her. After a few moments, she took my hand and held it in her own.
I let out a sigh of content then asked “Do you want to keep going?” Without hesitating Hannah simply said “Yes.” We continued taking turns pleasuring each other all night long. Neither of us got much sleep that night. I lost count of how many orgasms we gave each other. Eventually, Hannah and I ended up cuddling close, wanting to pleasure each other more, but too exhausted to continue.
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I've decided to include parts of the honeymoon in this story for a few reasons. One, we need to see Hannah and Wendy do something normal couples do out in the real world besides having sex. Two, there's an additional seed I want to plant. Three, I just want to do another scene of them having sex again in different ways. For instance, neither of them have ever squirted before, it's all just been orgasms. Squirting sounds like a fun thing to write about.
Why didn't I write about it now? So that I could have an excuse to write another lesbian sex scene later 
