“You may now kiss the bride!” As soon as the priest had said these words, Samira and Chris were overjoyed and hugged each other passionately and for a long time. A few hours later, the two lovers reached the destination for their long-awaited honeymoon at dusk. Chris had not told Samira where they were going and Samira was amazed when she and Chris stood in front of a small, remote beach house. Hand in hand, they climbed the few steps to the veranda and turned around: It was only a few steps to the water. Samira beamed with satisfaction: she would definitely feel at home here and be able to enjoy her honeymoon with Chris! Chris, who was standing close behind Samira, embraced her and held her tightly in his arms while they both watched the light of the moon on the water.
Apart from the sound of the sea and a few nightingales, nothing could be heard. Samira snuggled up close to her lover. After a passionate French kiss, Chris broke away from the embrace to skillfully lift his wife up and carry her from the veranda into the bedroom. The room offered a wonderful view of the water through a large, floor-length window and let in a little moonlight. In the middle of the room was a huge, round bed, which was covered with pillows and looked incredibly comfortable. Chris carefully laid his wife down on one of the soft pillows and leaned so close over her that Samira could feel his breath on her skin and their lips almost touched. “I want to love you…!” Chris whispered tenderly to her. He felt Samira flinch a little at these words and pause.
For a moment they looked deep into each other’s eyes, holding their breath in excitement. Samira’s gaze gradually softened, warmed, and her fear left her. Chris knew about her first and only, but bad, sexual experience with another man and was worried about his lover. After all, today would be something like their first time. But at that moment he wanted nothing more than to make Samira happy, he loved her more than anything! Samira felt the warmth and love that Chris felt for Samira and erased her last doubts. She looked deep into Chris’ eyes, almost invitingly, and he knew that she was ready… ready to give herself to her lover. She trusted him. Chris knew that. But he still wanted to take time for Samira, after all, this was going to be the most wonderful night of her life so far.
So he gently pulled her towards him, held her tightly in his arms and began to kiss Samira sensually. He kissed her forehead, her eyelids, her nose, her cheeks and nibbled on her earlobes. With each kiss, Samira relaxed more and began to enjoy it more and more and even developed a strong desire for Chris’ body. She sat up a little and closed her eyes while Chris kissed her neck, her throat and her shoulders. Chris sat down on the bed close behind her, still hugging Samira. His hands slowly slid up to her shoulders, where they finally pulled the straps of her dress off Samira. Chris slowly unzipped her dress and every time he touched her skin, Samira felt a pleasant tingling in her stomach.
With pleasure, he slowly pulled her dress down and took it off. She was not wearing a bra. Moonlight fell on Samira’s beautiful, flawless body and caressed it mysteriously: her well-formed, soft breasts looked enchantingly beautiful and particularly voluptuous in the dim light and attracted Chris’ gaze almost magically. Chris, who was still sitting close behind Samira and hugging her, now let his hands slide longingly to her breasts. He tenderly cupped her breasts and began to caress and massage them. “Hmmm… you feel good!” he said to her lustfully. Samira answered him with a quiet sigh and a weak moan. Chris felt something stirring inside him and was sure that Samira, who was snuggled up close to him, could also feel his erection.
He could hardly stand it any longer, his desire was growing rapidly, but he didn’t want to rush anything for Samira’s sake. So he was very surprised when Samira spread her legs a little, put his hands in her lap and nudged him invitingly. He gently stroked her pubic area through the thin fabric of her lace panties and felt that she had shaved her intimate area. He looked at her in surprise: “I don’t know you like that!” he said cheekily. “Don’t you like it?” Samira asked, a little worried. “If you only knew…” Chris sighed, grinning, and gently pushed Samira’s back into a large, fluffy pillow. After he had thoroughly admired Samira’s naked body, he took off her panties so he could take a closer look at her. He leaned over her and kissed her stomach. When he reached her belly button, he let his tongue slide into her belly button and play around it.
He slowly moved further down and the closer his kisses came to Samira’s pubic area, the wetter her crotch became. A pleasant, intoxicating smell now emanated from her and clouded Chris’s senses. “I like what I see so much that I would like to kiss and caress you intimately!” he confessed to her. Samira spread her legs even further invitingly so that her inner labia also separated and Chris now had a clear view of her clitoris. Her vagina glittered in the dim light: Samira had become extremely wet. Chris knelt between Samira’s legs and bent down so he could kiss her outer labia. He now traced her inner labia with his tongue, but deliberately left out her clitoris. Instead, he slid deeper and his tongue a little bit into her vagina.
Samira enjoyed these touches and moaned softly with pleasure, but she also wished that her clitoris could be pampered like this, trembling with excitement. Chris, however, kept her in torture a little longer before he released her: While Chris stimulated Samira’s clitoris with his tongue, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly, sometimes with more and sometimes with less pressure, he inserted his index finger into her vagina. Samira was extremely tight, but not tense, so he could now insert his middle finger as well. At the same time, he stroked the area around her anus with his thumb. This was clearly too much for Samira and she began to tremble uncontrollably with excitement, more and more strongly, until it finally overcame her and she felt an indescribably intense orgasm with loud, lustful moans.
That was too much for Chris: Samira’s moans had excited him so much that his penis swelled to a size that was unusual even for him. As stiff and hard as his penis was now, it almost hurt him a little, so he quickly took off his pants and boxer shorts, and his shirt too. Now he was lying naked next to Samira, who was still a little exhausted, snuggling up into the pillows. The moonlight reflected in the glittering drops of pre-cum that had formed on his glans and drew Samira’s attention. Still a little hesitant, she took Chris’s bulging penis in her hand and began to caress it there. She stroked and massaged the shaft of his penis with light pressure and very slowly worked her way up to his glans. When she was just before the oak wreath, she let go of Chris to insert her fingers into her vagina.
Only then did she turn her attention back to his penis, sliding her now wet fingers over the crown of his penis, the frenulum and finally the glans. “Please don’t stop…!” moaned Chris. Samira became a little braver and bent down to trace his crown of his penis with her tongue, letting her tongue slide a little under the foreskin. Slowly she ran her tongue over his glans and kissed it. The drops of pre-cum on her tongue tasted sweet and bitter. She then gently wrapped her lips around Chris’ glans and let his penis slide deeper into her mouth bit by bit. At the same time she let her tongue play around his penis and grasped his shaft with her hand. He moaned. After just a few movements his moans of pleasure became more unrestrained and louder until he seemed to explode and with small pelvic movements he poured himself into Samira’s mouth.
Samira swallowed his sperm quickly, but a few drops fell onto his loins. She rubbed it tenderly on his penis shaft and his testicles, which she then gently massaged and carefully nibbled and sucked. Since Chris had already been incredibly aroused that night and his penis had swollen beyond description, his member hardly lost any of its size and stuck up straight. Nevertheless, he took a moment to snuggle up with his belly against Samira’s belly, constantly stroking her and caressing her all over her body. When he finally slid his hand between her legs, he felt that Samira had become even wetter there, which he commented on at the same time: “You are temptingly wet, amazing! Honey, I can’t wait any longer, I long so much to finally penetrate you deeply!
Do you want to sleep with me now?” he asked in a whisper. Without a word, Samira turned onto her back, spread her legs wide and opened her labia with her hands to make it easier for Chris to penetrate her. Chris understood immediately and leaned over her to slowly but firmly insert his penis into her, moaning softly. He gave Samira a moment to get used to the feeling and especially the size of his penis, and lovingly brushed a strand of hair from her face to give her a passionate, lustful French kiss. With a light slap on the bottom, Samira finally interrupted this tenderness and let Chris know that she was ready for more. He didn’t need to be told twice and immediately began to penetrate her deeper and deeper with loving movements of his pelvis.
Since Samira was indescribably wet, her head was now free of disturbing thoughts and she enjoyed the smooth, gliding movements of her husband. Chris’ movements became more demanding and stronger, while Samira’s hands slid over his entire body and finally buried themselves in his buttocks. Chris soon felt that he was close to orgasm and would have preferred to just let it happen, but since he didn’t want to end the night without further ado and not so quickly, he pulled his penis out of Samira’s vagina. This gave him the opportunity to take more care of his wife’s well-being. “Wait here, I’ll be right back,” he asked her. Samira nodded and Chris disappeared. Samira had barely made herself comfortable in bed when Chris came back and asked her to lie on her stomach and close her eyes.
Samira did as she was told. Chris positioned himself above her, opened a tube of pleasantly scented massage oil and rubbed his hands generously with it. Finally, he began to rub the oil into her and massage her gently. He began with her shoulders and neck, working his way forward (or down) to her back and hips. He didn’t leave out a single square centimeter of her body, which, oiled up, shone excitingly in the weak moonlight. From her hips, his hands gradually slid further and finally between her buttocks. Samira then spread her legs so that Chris could now easily caress her inner thighs. Infatuated by the sight, he slid provocatively up to her vagina again and again and repeatedly touched Samira’s labia.
When Chris had spread the last of the oil from his hands onto Samira’s body, he furtively looked between her legs. The sight alone was enough to rekindle his desire for sex, but his fantasies made his penis swell again. Involuntarily, he reached for his penis with one hand, while the other was still caressing Samira’s labia. After a few self-satisfying movements, he finally knelt between Samira’s legs and slid close to her bottom so that he could now insert his penis into her vagina. Samira was a little surprised, but made no attempt to resist and instead began to gently move her pelvis in support of Chris’s movements. In order not to end this moment too quickly, Chris repeatedly pulled his penis out of Samira’s vagina and allowed his erection to subside a little before penetrating her again.
After a while of this stop and go, however, Chris was close to his sexual climax, but he still pulled his penis out of Samira’s vagina. This time, however, he immediately inserted his penis back into her, this time into her anus. Samira moaned loudly as Chris applied a little pressure to her sphincter and quickly penetrated her deeper. She was so sexually aroused that she began to moan more uncontrollably, and when Chris reached between her legs and stimulated her clitoris with his hand, it didn’t take long before she, too, was close to her orgasm. Samira’s moans, however, were the last straw for Chris, and after just a few more very powerful thrusts, he came into Samira’s ass with a loud moan of pleasure. Nevertheless, he didn’t let go of her and continued to stroke her clitoris.
The feeling of Chris’s sperm in her ass only inspired Samira even more, so that a few moments later she too began to moan and tremble with an orgasm. Chris then pulled his penis out of her ass and kissed her back, neck and shoulder. After a long cuddle to calm down, Chris stood up, took Samira by the hand and, despite her initial reluctance, led her out the window onto the veranda and down to the beach. After just a few steps, the sea washed over their feet. Hand in hand, they walked step by step deeper into the sea until the water covered their upper bodies too. The cool water did their heated bodies good and tingled pleasantly on the skin, causing Samira’s nipples to harden. Chris noticed this when he hugged her tightly.
Since he was not much bigger than Samira, his penis pressed close to her stomach and her pubic area. They grinned at each other. “Can you imagine how happy you made me last night?” Samira asked Chris questioningly. He smiled, shook his head and said: “No, YOU made ME happy last night! It was infinitely more beautiful than I could have imagined in my wildest dreams…” he confessed to her with a quiet sigh. They were still standing in the shallow surf, tightly embraced; Samira’s breasts gently swayed up and down with the waves. Longingly, Samira snuggled closer to her lover to kiss him deeply… “I still haven’t had enough of you…!” she whispered mysteriously and lasciviously into Chris’ ear. He was surprised, but since he too was craving sex again, they agreed and knew how they would spend the rest of the night.
