Wedding Night

Oh my G...! I did not realize how strong his arms were until now.

Boastfully I then grabbed his muscles tighter as if I feared a bee.

So, this was the night the others would not seem to allow.

Every day he told me how lucky he was to be marrying me.

Seriously, me? I was nothing close to a model’s figure at this point.

Sloppy tummy and my huge thighs. I remember being twice as small.

Even the remaining of the night it was like I wanted us to conjoint.

Deep down he wanted me more that night. Later he told me it all.

While the party was about to end then he decided he wanted us to go.

Intense but still relaxed we went upstairs where our room waited.

To be honest I knew he wanted me but the way he was taking it so slow;

He removed most of my clothes with his teeth. Kissing me then I rotated.

Meaning to turn to go on the bed, I then picked up the cocoa butter and gave it to him.

Evenly, he poured it all over me. We have never done this before, but he knew every limb.