THE WEDDING NIGHT

Chapter 3:

After the last guest had left and silence filled their home, Johnny and Anabel stood alone in their bedroom. The soft glow of candlelight flickered against the walls, casting shadows that danced with the breeze filtering through the open window.

Anabel's heart pounded, excitement and nervousness intertwining within her. She had waited for this moment, yet now, standing before Johnny, an unfamiliar shyness crept in.

Johnny stepped closer, his hands tender as they cupped her face. His dark eyes, filled with love and patience, searched hers.

"Are you sure?" he asked softly.

She swallowed and nodded. "I'm ready."

With that, he kissed her, slowly, reverently, his lips trailing from her mouth to her jaw, down to the delicate curve of her neck. His hands roamed over her body with worshipful reverence, caressing the soft dips and curves that had been hidden from him until now.

She shivered beneath his touch, surrendering to the passion that had been building between them. But as he moved above her, her body tensed, unyielding.

Johnny noticed immediately. His fingers brushed back her hair as he whispered, "We don't have to rush."

"No," she whispered, though her voice trembled. "I want this with you."

He nodded, his patience unwavering. He kissed her again, gentler this time, coaxing her body to relax. But when he tried to push forward, her body resisted.

The pain was sharper than she expected. A searing discomfort made her gasp, her nails digging into Johnny's shoulders.

He stilled immediately, his breath warm against her cheek. "Breathe, love. I've got you." His hands stroked slow, soothing patterns over her back.

She exhaled shakily, willing herself to relax. He tried again—but her barrier remained.

Frustration flickered in her eyes. Tears pricked her lashes. Why wouldn't her body yield?

Johnny pressed soft kisses to her forehead. "It's okay," he reassured her. "We'll take our time."

That first night, they tried twice—but still, her body wouldn't fully let him in. The pain made her wince, her muscles tensing before he could break through completely.

Their sheets were changed twice, stained with the evidence of their struggle to find their rhythm, to break open the delicate barrier that marked her innocence.

By the time dawn approached, exhaustion won over passion. Anabel curled into Johnny's embrace, frustration lacing her sigh.

"We'll get there," Johnny whispered against her hair. "When your body is ready."

The Second Night

This time, Johnny was even gentler, his touch softer, his patience endless. He kissed her for what felt like hours, his lips exploring every inch of her skin. Slowly, carefully, he tried again, gently caressed her succulent breast and pointed erect nipples, Went down to kiss her inner thighs, She poured out streams of pleasure fluid, As she responded with crazy loud moaning, Whilst grabbing his little man passionately to pleasure him.

And this time, her body finally yielded, She's super wet and dripping springs of pleasure.

She gasped, not in pain, but in sweet, aching relief as he finally entered her fully, stretching her perfectly. A moan slipped past her lips, her body arching instinctively as waves of pleasure surged through her, erasing the discomfort of the night before. She clung to him, nails digging into his back, lost in the intoxicating sensation of being completely filled.

Johnny groaned, pressing his forehead to hers. "That's it, love. Just breathe." He whispered, his voice thick with desire. As he gently penetrated and thrust like a sex-starved horse, he gripped her hips, savoring her heat, fucking her to the highest clouds, making her body tremble beneath him.

She clung to him as their bodies found their rhythm, moving in unison, the sensation unlike anything she had ever known. Her moans filled the room, her fingers clutching onto him as the bed shook beneath them, rocked by the force of their passion.

The first release left her breathless, her body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed through her. But Johnny was insatiable. He kissed her deeply, whispering words of love as he moved again, drawing another moan from her lips.

Night After Night, Their Passion Grew

What began as slow, careful lovemaking soon turned into something more, something raw, urgent, and uncontrollable. Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, desperate and unrestrained, each thrust igniting a fire that consumed them both. Their moans tangled in the heated air, lost in the depths of passion.

Each night, their passion intensified, their bodies tangled in heated ecstasy. Anabel had never imagined that pleasure could be so consuming, so overwhelming that it made her tremble from head to toe.

Johnny was relentless, his touch setting her on fire, his lips igniting a hunger she never knew existed.

The bed creaked beneath their movements, the headboard slamming rhythmically against the wall.

There were nights when the sheer force of their passion threatened to collapse the bed altogether, the mattress groaning under the weight of their love.

Anabel's cries filled the room as earthquake-like orgasms shook through her, leaving her gasping, trembling, utterly spent.

And still, Johnny wasn't done.

He pulled her close, whispering, "One more time, love."

And she surrendered to him again.

By Dawn, They Were Utterly Wrecked

The sun had barely begun to rise when Anabel collapsed against Johnny's chest, her body quivering from the intensity of their love.

He held her, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along her spine, pressing tender kisses to her temple.

She sighed in bliss, a tired smile curving her lips. "That was… beyond words."

Johnny chuckled, his voice thick with exhaustion. "You're incredible, love."

She nestled closer, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Their sheets lay in a crumpled heap at the foot of the bed, discarded and damp with the evidence of their passion. They had already changed them twice, and they would likely need to again before the night was over.

Anabel closed her eyes, completely spent yet utterly fulfilled.

For years, she had waited for this.

And now, in Johnny's arms, she knew, it had been worth every second.