/Samantha/
I forced myself to sit up and twisted around so that I was facing him while I was straddling him. I could feel his shaft pressing against my opening, which made me whimper with need. I pleaded with him, "Make love to me, please." He didn't say a word; he just grabbed hold of my hips, pulled me away from his shaft, stood up, and lifted me effortlessly with him.
I kissed him passionately as I put my arms and legs tightly around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist. He moved toward the wall, reached for a bathrobe hanging there, and wrapped it around my back, most likely to prevent me from becoming chilly knowing Henry. I was overcome with want at that moment, and every part of my body was begging to be with him.
I was shocked when he opened the door to the restroom. Because the curtains were drawn, the room was pitch black; however, there were hundreds of little tea light candles strewn about the room, one on top of each other, and they produced lovely shadows all over the place. He had scattered petals of crimson roses all over the floor, the bed, and the furnishings. I couldn't help but feel emotional because of how lovely and romantic everything was.
When did you first start doing this? I inquired, out of breath.
He laughed and said, "I didn't need to text the guys that was just an excuse," as he kissed me once more before carrying me to the bed, laying me down, and climbing on top of me with a moan. "I didn't need to text the guys that was just an excuse," he smiled.
When he heard my new name, Samantha Williams, he gave me a wry smile and remarked, "I adore you." It had an odd sound to it and would require some getting used to, but I really liked it, especially when he spoke in his seductive tone.
"I love you too, husband," I told him as I pulled him closer to me and kissed him with all of my strength. "I love you too."
This was it, the very moment that both of us would be in the same place at the same time. I anticipated that I would be anxious, but I wasn't. This was the one thing I wanted more than anything else, and he was the one person I wanted more than anything else. I knew that he loved me with all of his heart too, and I loved him with all of mine.
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As he moved his hands down my body, he kissed my neck and tickled my sides. I returned the favor by moving my hands down his back and sinking my nails in lightly, causing him to moan against my skin. He licked down my body, biting my ni**les softly and kissing down to my stomach. He then put his hand between my legs and gently rubbed me before slowly pushing two fingers inside me, causing me to gasp. He then licked down my body again, this time biting my ni**les.
I ran my hands through his hair while he placed his mouth between my knees and rolled his tongue around in circles, which caused me to moan more and more loudly as my body began to tingle and throb for him. He didn't stop pumping his fingers until I cried out his name, at which point he licked his fingers and kissed his way back up to my mouth. After that, I relaxed and cried out his name. I got a firm grasp on his flawless behind and gazed into his eyes.
"Are you sure you're ready?" he questioned while situating himself between my legs at my entrance, and I could feel the small pressure where he was preparing to push in. he was attempting to enter.
I couldn't believe how it felt; oh my God, was he trying to fool me? I pleaded with him while softly caressing his privates, "Yes, Henry, please make love to me now."
After giving me another intense kiss, he pulled his head back, put his hands on either side of my face, and stared intently into my eyes while doing so. I was forced to yell out and dig my fingers into his back when he suddenly surged forward, and I heard him utter the words "holy shit" as he did so. The pain raced between my legs. Oh my God, it was painful for him as well! He lowered his head and kissed them away as he murmured, "I love you Samantha," as he continued to slowly rotate his hips.
At first the agony grew a bit worse, but then it started to feel great. I felt tears flow from my eyes. He bent his head and kissed them away. "I love you Samantha." It was an odd feeling for him to be inside of me, yet the more he moved, the more the tingles came back.
He questioned me while gently stroking my cheeks, "Are you okay?"
I gave him a passionate kiss and whispered, "Yeah, it's ok now," while sliding my tongue into his lips and rubbing his tongue with mine.
When he started to thrust in and out, building up a delicate rhythm, tingles were spreading all over my body, and pleasure was rushing to every nerve ending. When I felt him pull out and push back in softly, it felt amazing. When he started to do that, it felt even better.
I was gasping for air and muttering under my breath with each thrust. I lifted my leg and hooked it around his waist, which enabled him to go deeper; oh my God, this is fantastic. Henry kissed me along the back of my neck and sucked on my breasts, which caused me to groan even louder. In response, I entangled my fingers in his hair and pulled him back to me, kissing him passionately. He whispered in my ear, "Samantha, you are feeling better than ever," and the words sent goosebumps down my spine.
I had the impression that he was going to go easy on me because it was my first time, so I began to raise my h*ps with each thrust in order to encourage him to go even further. What the hell! My entire body seemed to be on fire, and although I tried to hold back the groans that were escaping my mouth, my body was throbbing terribly.
I mumbled, "Harder Henry" as I pressed my lips to his, and he responded by grabbing my other thigh, raising my leg, and hooking that one around his waist as well. He then began to push, making it more difficult with each attempt. I shouted out, "Oh God, Henry, Oh" as my body moved closer and closer to its natural conclusion.
After a few more thrusts, I clenched my fists and let out a piercing scream as pleasure coursed through each and every nerve ending in my body. Henry uttered a moan as my walls began to constrict around his shaft and my entire body began to tremble and shake. He gave me a passionate kiss while rotating his h*ps around in my mouth, and it felt like the climax would go on and on forever. My body began to loosen up and relax around him, and just as it did, he began moving again, this time at a slightly faster pace than before, causing me to groan and gasp with each thrust.
I could feel myself growing closer to that point again, and I tightly clutched his shoulders. "Oh God, Henry, I'm going to go again!" I shouted out in amazement as he pushed me closer to the edge once more.
"You better hurry up than Samantha bear," he muttered, his chest and back slippery with sweat. He rubbed one hand down my stomach and began massaging me at the same time, making the pleasure twice as intense. "You better hurry up then Samantha bear," he murmured. "You better hurry up then Samantha bear." I couldn't hold still for more than a second, and my breathing became labored.
He gave me a powerful push forward, and it was as if he had pressed a button deep inside of me. I had a rush of pleasure that was so intense that it was almost unbearable, and my body seemed to explode. I actually felt as though I was about to burst inside, so I let out a loud scream, arched my back into him, and wrapped both of my thighs as tightly as I could around him. My trembling and shivering finally convinced him to stop as well; he bowed his head and gave me a passionate kiss while mumbling something in the back of his throat.
He drew away from the kiss in order to gaze at my face, gently moving my hair away from my face while smiling seductively. I couldn't help but grin back at him since he was just so darn cute.
"I love you," he whispered as he gently kissed the bridge of my nose.
I gave him an honest smile and closed my eyes as I said, "I love you too." I told him that I loved him more than anything else in the world, and I was happy that we were married because I had the kindest and most attentive spouse in the entire world.
He extricated himself from me and slid onto his side, dragging me to his chest while simultaneously wrapping his arms firmly around me. I let out a sigh of contentment and kissed him once again.
Henry, I can't believe you did all of this, it's so lovely, thank you," I exclaimed, waving my hand at all of the candles and rose petals that he had placed over the room. "I can't believe you did all of this," I continued.
While he was kissing the top of my head, he remarked, "You're welcome, I told you I wanted to make it special."
I nodded and added, while still unable to catch my breath, "You did, so thank you; that really was fantastic." That was the truth, and that was unquestionably the best thing we had accomplished up to that point; the very idea that we could do it again and again and again and again forever made me smile.