EXTRACT FOR
Romantica: Tales of Erotic Love
(Darren G. Burton)

The Wedding Night





Sophie and Michael weren't religious at all, but they'd decided to abstain from sex for the past month and save it for their wedding night. That pact had included no masturbation as well. 

Although they had had sex numerous times during their dating and engagement phases, they figured if they withheld sex from each other for a month prior to the wedding, the wedding night would be that much more exciting and enjoyable.

As the limousine drove up the winding drive toward the mountain chalet, both felt a tingling surge of anticipation course through them. Michael felt a little drained after the ceremony and reception and was glad to finally be alone with his gorgeous wife. They were staying only one night at the chalet, then tomorrow afternoon they'd be boarding a plane for a two week stint in Thailand, Malaysia and Vietnam.

The limo came to a stop outside reception and a porter swooped in to take their luggage up to their accommodation. Michael and Sophie followed him along a path that was bordered with pines and ferns and soon they emerged at a quaint little cottage. The porter opened the door, waited for them to enter, then carried their bags inside for them. Michael tipped him and the porter left. 

"Feels good, doesn't it," Sophie said. "To finally be by ourselves."

Michael nodded and uncorked a bottle of chilled champagne that was waiting for their arrival. He filled two flutes and handed one to his wife.

"Cheers," he said and they clinked glasses.

"To us," Sophie offered. "And to a night of amazing sex."

"I'll drink to that. After a month of going without, my balls are almost down to my knees."

"Not for much longer. Let's go outside."

Off the living area there was a large wooden deck with views of the verdant valley below. The chalets were positioned in such a way throughout the establishment as to afford absolute privacy for each honeymooning couple. They could do anything they wanted out here and no one would see them. Which was just as well, because set into the decking was a bubbling hot tub and both Michael and Sophie planned to make great use of that. Starting right now.

Sophie finished her champagne and went inside to get some more. She returned with the ice bucket and topped up her husband's glass and her own.

Michael kicked off his black polished shoes and sat down on the deck to remove his socks.

"Feels better already," he said.

The jacket, bow tie and shirt were the next to go, then he stood up and removed his pants and underwear.

"My God!" Sophie exclaimed, eyeing his cock and heavy balls with great interest. "They're not quite down to your knees, but they're certainly hanging lower than I've ever seen them before."

He nodded. "I certainly need some release."

"You and me both." 

Sophie was still fully clothed in her wedding gown. As Michael lowered himself into the hot tub, drink in hand, he watched as his new wife removed her shoes and unrolled her white stockings down her legs. She performed the simple act slowly and almost sensually, putting on a bit of a show for him. She knelt down near the spa with her back to him.

"Can you unzip me please?"

"Certainly. My pleasure." Michael unzipped her dress and watched as Sophie shrugged her slender figure out of it. Now she was just left with her white lacy bra and G-string panties.

She looked at him and smiled. "Do you think I should leave these on?"