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I pull her back into the bungalow and begin undressing her with the utmost reverence. I let my hands roam her body, tracing the curves only I've had the privilege to know so intimately. Every sigh she releases is a symphony for me, every gasp of surprise a badge of honor.
As our clothes are discarded, what remains is an unspoken promise, a tangible declaration of our love. We move in tandem as if we’ve danced this dance a thousand times before. Her eyes never leave mine as I guide her to the large bed in the corner of our bungalow.
Silent promises hang heavy in the air as I lay her down gently on the bed. The sheets are cool contrasting with the warmth oozing from us. The sound of crashing waves provides a steady rhythm to match our racing pulses.
My hands move to her hair, unraveling it from the long braid she had it in, letting it spread out like a soft halo around her head on the white pillowcase. She looks at me with anticipation and excitement, and my promise expands. I will not just love her until my dying day, but beyond.
I lean down to capture her lips once more, pouring every ounce of love and devotion into that one kiss. It's no longer about proving anything. It's about celebrating us - our unity, our bond.
She lowers herself down my body, taking my hard length into her mouth. I groan as a wave of pleasure ripples through me, her touch sending shivers down my spine. Her gaze never leaves mine, the intensity of her stare matching the devotion in her actions.
"God," I moan, my hands moving to cradle her head, threading through her locks. She smiles against me, the corners of her eyes crinkling in silent laughter.
Her movements are slow and deliberate, each one sending waves of ecstasy crashing over me. Her name leaves my lips as a strangled cry, my eyes rolling back from the intensity. She smiles against me, her eyes full of mischief and desire. This is the woman I've married, this enchantress who knows exactly how to play me like a violin.
As the tension builds up in me, I gently push her off me. I don't want this to end so soon. I need to savor every moment.
She looks up at me with those big eyes of hers. They're darkened with desire but still full of that innocent charm that drew me in from the start. "Your turn," she whispers.
With that invitation, I move down her body, each kiss a promise of forever, each touch an affirmation of our love. Her body writhes underneath mine as I make her moan my name again and again.
I suck her clit into my mouth, loving the cry of pleasure that leaves her lips. “Don’t come until I give you permission,” I tell her. I love controlling her body, and I know she loves it too.
Her eyes flutter open at my words, a wicked spark lighting up her gaze. "Yes," she breathes out, a sensuous promise in that one word.
I continue my ministrations, loving the way she squirms and bucks against me. Her whimpers and moans fill the room, making me growl with need. I can sense her getting closer to the edge, her body tensing with anticipation.
But I pull away just in time, leaving her panting and aching for release. "Not yet, love," I murmur against her intimacy, my voice husky with desire.
Her eyes snap open at this, frustration and need glaring at me from those depths. But there's also excitement there, pleasure in this waiting game we play.
Her hands bury themselves in my hair, gripping tight as I continue working her into a crescendo. Her hips lift off the soft sheets, chasing the pleasure that my tongue and fingers are lavishing on her.
I feel her teetering on the edge, her breaths getting shallower, her moans coming out in desperate whimpers. But this is our wedding night - I want it to last, to be something we remember, always. So I pull back, denying her that ultimate release she's so close to reaching.
"No," she whines, and the desperation in her voice goes straight to my ego. I laugh, low and husky against her damp skin, sending vibrations up her body.
"Patience," I whisper, moving back up along her body, giving her small kisses along the way as if to soothe her frustration.
But she's having none of it. She pulls me in for a heated kiss. Her fingers clutch at my back and I groan into her mouth at the sensation of it all - of being loved by this woman who's every bit as passionate as she is kind.
"Oh God," she whispers when we break apart for air. "Why are you doing this to me?" There's no real accusation behind the words, just playful exasperation. And then that wide-eyed innocence returns to her gaze, stirring something deep within me once again.
Leaning down again to capture her lips, I respond with mirth in my eyes and love pouring from my heart. "Because I can."
We laugh together then, our bodies tangled up in each other and our hearts beating in rhythm against each other's chest. It's such a simple thing but it feels monumental because we're finally here – man and wife.. completely consumed by each other.
Taking hold of my length, I position myself at her entrance. The anticipation is palpable. A heavy, intoxicating feeling of desire hangs over us. She wraps her legs around me as if to draw me in, her body shivering at the touch.
My gaze meets hers, the silent communication between us, a promise of a lifetime of intimacy and passion. With one fluid motion, I enter her. A strangled cry leaves her lips, a beautiful symphony to my ears. She's so warm, so inviting and I lose myself in her.
We move together in a rhythm that is uniquely ours, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through both our bodies. Her nails dig into my back, anchoring herself. The pain is nothing compared to the sheer pleasure of being with her, inside her.
I watch as she tosses her head back onto the pillow, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Sweat trickles down her neck and her eyes squeeze shut. And it's the most gorgeous sight I've ever seen – my woman, lost in the throes of passion.
This dance between us goes on for what feels like hours, time lost in our world of pleasure and love. "I love you," she moans, reaching up to cup my face.
"I love you too," I respond, pressing a soft kiss against her palm before burying my face into her neck. We're so close, I can feel the familiar tug at my lower stomach but I want her to come first.
