"Husband... Ah... Not there, this is so embarrassing..." I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of joy and conquest as I gazed upon the beautiful, sweet girl before me, her body trembling slightly as she hesitantly opened her legs for me, her pale thighs parting with the slightest hint of nervous tension.
Her flushed face, framed by strands of loose hair, added to the intoxicating sight before me.
Her pussy was dry, clearly reflecting her nerves, but I knew exactly how to ease her into this moment.
Leaning down, I spat a generous amount of saliva directly onto her exposed slit, the wetness glistening against her soft, sensitive skin.
The moisture began to trail down, mixing with her natural heat, as I slid my finger across the slickened surface, feeling her body twitch in response to the sudden touch.
Her walls clenched instinctively, a telltale sign of both her anticipation and nervousness.
With my thumb gently pressing down on her clit, I pushed my index finger inside, feeling the immediate warmth envelop it.
Her pussy felt incredibly tight, her inner muscles fluttering around my finger as if trying to adjust to the intrusion.
I moved slowly at first, gently coaxing her to relax, each thrust met with a soft moan escaping her lips.
Her moans grew louder, more uncontrolled with each stroke, her hips unconsciously moving against my hand, desperate for more friction.
Her once dry pussy now flooded with arousal, the wet sounds of my finger plunging in and out filled the room, mixing with her ragged breathing.
I could feel her body responding to my movements, her slick walls tightening rhythmically around my finger as I began to add another.
Now, with two fingers inside her, I increased the pace, curling them slightly to hit that sweet spot inside her.
The moment I did, her back arched sharply, and her moans turned into high-pitched gasps, her voice betraying the overwhelming pleasure building within her.
"Oh...! Husband... I... I can't—"
Before she could finish, her body shook violently, and with a sharp cry, she gushed, squirting onto the sheets beneath us.
The warm fluid splashed against my hand, soaking the bed beneath her as her body trembled uncontrollably.
She had lost all control, and seeing her completely undone like this sent a surge of raw satisfaction through me.
Her face was beet red, her eyes wide in shock and embarrassment as she realized what had just happened.
"Husband... I'm so sorry... I... I wet myself in front of you!" Her voice quivered as she turned away in shame, burying her flushed face into the pillow, hiding herself from my gaze.
Her entire body still trembled lightly, overwhelmed from the intensity of her orgasm.
Her vulnerability at that moment was almost too much to bear, her nervousness palpable, and it was clear she wasn't ready to continue.
I knew forcing it wouldn't do either of us any good, so I decided to give her the space to breathe, but not without offering her comfort.
I pulled her close, wrapping her naked body in my arms, letting the warmth of the blanket envelope us both. I stroked her hair softly, whispering gentle reassurances.
"You don't have to worry, Guinevere. It's perfectly normal for a woman to react like that when she reaches her climax, orgasm, or whatever it's called."
Guinevere peeked out from under the blanket, her face still flushed but now mixed with curiosity, as a hint of suspicion crept into her gaze.
"How do you know that, husband? You seem to know how to make a woman feel good, especially on her first night. My father even mentioned that his first time with my mother wasn't enjoyable for her at all; she was in pain."
I chuckled softly, scratching the back of my head. "Maybe it was just a matter of skill issue—your father's, I mean."
Her suspicion deepened, her eyes narrowing slightly as she stared at me. It was clear she wasn't entirely convinced.
"Don't worry, princess," I added with a soft grin, "this is my first time too."
I leaned in and kissed her forehead gently, hoping to soothe her remaining doubts. But her gaze remained locked onto me, filled with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.
Suddenly, she grabbed my hand and guided it to her chest, pressing it firmly against her petite breast.
Her skin was incredibly soft, and beneath my touch, I could feel the rapid beating of her heart. Her nipple, already hardened from the previous stimulation, pressed eagerly into my palm.
I began kneading her breast gently, feeling the firmness of her flesh yield to my touch, her breath hitching slightly with every squeeze.
As I massaged her breast, her body responded in kind, her back arching to push herself further into my hand.
I could feel her heart racing beneath her ribs, her body still tinged with nervousness, but there was a clear hunger building in her movements.
She wanted me—wanted to give herself completely.
"Do you feel it, husband? I want you to take me... make me yours," she whispered breathlessly.
She pulled me into a kiss, her lips soft but trembling slightly as they met mine.
The kiss started slow, hesitant, her lips moving cautiously as if testing the waters. But as her desire took over, her movements became more urgent.
She pressed herself harder against me, her tongue slipping clumsily into my mouth, desperate to explore.
Her movements were uncoordinated, her tongue bumping awkwardly against mine, and at one point, she accidentally bit my tongue with her teeth, making her pull back momentarily in embarrassment.
I smiled reassuringly and took control, gently guiding her as I pressed her down beneath me. My lips dominated hers, my tongue moving skillfully as I deepened the kiss.
At the same time, I resumed kneading her breasts with both hands, my thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples.
Her breath hitched with each squeeze, her moans muffled by our kiss, her hips involuntarily shifting beneath me, seeking more contact.
As I kissed her deeply, I could feel the warmth of her body rising, her skin growing flushed under my touch.
Her nipples, stiff and sensitive, responded eagerly to my fingers, and her moans became louder, more desperate, as I kneaded her soft flesh, pushing her further into a state of desire.
The taste of her lips, the feeling of her body beneath mine, and the sound of her breathless moans created an intoxicating atmosphere, one that pulled us both deeper into the moment.
At this very moment, I knew it was time to fully claim Guinevere as mine.
My heart raced with anticipation, my breath shallow as I reached down to my erect cock, the skin taut and throbbing with need.
Slowly, I guided myself toward her soft, untouched entrance, feeling the warmth of her body radiating against the tip of my shaft.
Her thighs trembled, slightly parted, and I could see the nervous excitement in her eyes as her chest rose and fell, her breasts heaving with each breath.
With deliberate care, I pressed forward, the swollen head of my cock meeting the tight, velvety barrier of her virginity.
Her slickness greeted me, though her entrance was still tight, resisting me with an innocent hesitancy. I continued, pushing just a little more until—there—a sudden give.
Her hymen gave way with a slight pop, and I felt the faint, warm trickle of blood flow down, marking the breaking of her maidenhood.
A soft gasp escaped Guinevere's lips, her body tensing beneath me.
The sensation was overwhelming for both of us—her snug pussy gripping my cock with an almost unbearable tightness, her inner walls fluttering as they adjusted to the sudden intrusion.
The heat of her core was intoxicating, drawing me in deeper, but I stopped myself from thrusting further, wanting to ensure her comfort.
"How are you feeling, my princess? Does it hurt?" I asked softly, gazing into her eyes with concern.
My hands gently caressed her hips, feeling the subtle quiver of her body as she processed the new sensations.
Guinevere looked up at me, her expression one of both wonder and determination.
"No, husband," she breathed, her voice tinged with a mix of vulnerability and desire. "It's just a slight sting, but... it feels good. Please, continue. Don't stop now."
She bit her lower lip, her eyes shining with trust as she gave me permission to proceed.
Her legs slowly wrapped around my waist, her soft thighs squeezing my hips, pulling me closer as she pressed her chest against mine.
The softness of her breasts rubbed against my skin, her nipples hardened from the arousal.
Her arms looped around my neck, her fingers threading into my hair as she clung to me, silently begging for more.
I resumed my movements, sliding deeper inside her with a slow, deliberate thrust.
Her tightness was overwhelming, her inner walls gripping me like a vice, each inch of my cock meeting firm, wet resistance as her body worked to accommodate my size.
The heat inside her was nearly unbearable, like molten silk wrapped around my throbbing shaft. I could feel every ripple and tremor of her pussy as I sank deeper into her warm, slick depths.
Her breath hitched, and she let out a small moan, her body tensing as I filled her completely.
I paused again, letting her adjust to the fullness, savoring the way her tight little pussy stretched around me. I could feel her heartbeat through the walls of her core, a rhythmic pulsing that matched my own racing pulse.
I began to move slowly, rocking my hips in gentle, measured thrusts.
Each movement sent shivers of pleasure up my spine, the sensation of her tightness driving me wild with lust.
I could feel every subtle squeeze and flutter of her body as I gently massaged her inner walls with my cock, her pussy slowly adjusting to my size with each careful stroke.
Guinevere's breath came in shallow gasps, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrendered herself to the sensation.
"Yes, husband," she whispered, her voice barely audible but laced with raw need. "It feels so good... please, go faster."
Her pleading voice sent a surge of desire through me, and I couldn't resist any longer.
My hips began to move faster, driving into her with deeper, more insistent thrusts.
Her pussy clung to me with an almost desperate tightness, her wetness growing as her body responded to the steady rhythm I set.
Each stroke felt more intense, her warmth enveloping me in a vice-like grip, squeezing me from every angle.
I smirked at her request, loving the way she surrendered to the pleasure.
My hands gripped her hips firmly, pulling her closer as I increased the pace of my thrusts. My cock plunged in and out of her, slick with her arousal, the sound of our bodies meeting filling the room with wet, rhythmic slaps.
Her breathing grew ragged, her soft moans turning into needy gasps as I picked up speed, each thrust now harder and faster than the last.
"Yes, husband!" she cried out, her voice shaking with pleasure as her legs tightened around me, locking me in place.
Her nails dug into my back, scratching my skin as she clung to me, her whole body trembling beneath the onslaught of sensation.
"Please... faster! It feels... so good...!"
I obeyed her, my movements now driven by pure lust.
My cock pistoned into her slick, wet heat with relentless speed, my hips slamming against hers as I drove deeper and deeper inside her.
The friction was unbearable, the heat between us building as our bodies moved in perfect sync.
Her pussy squeezed me tightly, pulsing around my cock with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure through both of us.
Her moans became louder, more frantic, her body writhing beneath me as I pounded into her.
She was close, I could feel it—her inner walls clenched around me like a vise, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.
I was close too, the tightness of her pussy and the heat of her body driving me to the edge.
"Husband... Husband...!" she moaned, her voice breaking as she reached her climax.
Her whole body convulsed beneath me, her pussy tightening around my cock as she came hard, her juices flooding around me as she squirted in a powerful release.
The sensation was too much for me to handle, and I couldn't hold back any longer.
With one final, deep thrust, I buried myself inside her, my cock throbbing as I released my cum deep into her body.
The warmth of my seed mixed with her own wetness, and we both shuddered in pleasure as we rode out the intense waves of our orgasms together.
Our bodies finally stilled, both of us panting heavily, covered in a sheen of sweat.
I collapsed onto her, feeling the warmth of her body beneath mine as we both caught our breath.
Her arms wrapped around me, pulling me close as we basked in the lingering afterglow of our lovemaking.
"Thank you for making our night truly special, my beloved husband. Goodnight."
Despite her exhaustion, Guinevere's eyes were brimming with joy as she gazed deeply into mine.
"Goodnight to you too, my beautiful Princess," I replied, kissing her forehead gently.
With a contented sigh, I closed my eyes, tightening my embrace around Guinevere, feeling the warmth of her bare skin pressed against mine.
She snuggled closer, her soft body nestled into the crook of my arm, and together we drifted off to sleep, both lost in the comfort of each other's presence.
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