We only spent one night in the hotel room and tonight we are in “our” room. The day has passed by quickly not leaving much time for me to think about our night. Now its 11 pm the only thing I have to think about is sleeping with him. The previous night went exactly how I had hoped for. Tonight should go according to plan. I’m changing into my new set of PJ’s and thinking how wrong everything is. I have to sleep with the enemy and for how long? Will I be hurt by this? Will my dad let me come back home or do I have to continue to make the best of it? At that moment the door knob twists and the door opens. There he is standing before me. I don’t know what to do, so I say hi like an idiot.
We make eye contact. Not saying a single word to me, he moves closer to me sending my heart into overdrive. Before I can move away he puts his hands on my neck, fingers in my hair and with one swift move he’s pulled me up close to him. With the other arm he grabs my hand and puts in on his chest, naturally my other arm follows and holds onto his arm. His arm is rock solid under his shirt! I ask him, “What are you doing?” He smiles, brings his forehead close to mine and says, “I’m trying to get a good look and feel of my new wife.” Like the cliché, I’m blushing like a new bride. “You don’t have to hold me so close to get a look at me.” “You’re right, I don’t have to. I want to and besides how else can I feel your body if you’re standing to far from me?” I tried to playfully squirm away from him but he’s got a good handle on me, to be honest, I liked that way.
Before I can say or do anything else he’s kissing me passionately. I have no choice but to respond to his kiss with just as much passion. Our bodies are pressed up against one another’s as if we are trying to physically go through the other. He pushes me up against the wall and leans into me; I can feel he is as excited as I am. I’m trying to play coy but fail, the passion overrides it. My knees are going weak as he is kissing my neck and shoulders. Just as I begin to slide down the wall he brings me back up with his mouth on mine. His tongue is exploring the depths in my mouth while my tongue is trying to match his ferocity. He tastes like a man should taste like, powerful and hungry. His hands have been moving everywhere on my body except where I actually wanted to feel them. I grab him by the wrist and place it on my breasts giving him permission to make me moan. He is even more excited than before as he plays with my breasts. He is pushing himself into me while kissing me, feeling my nipples between his fingers. The sensations in my breasts are bringing out the animal in me. Lightning bolts between my thighs is sending shocks down every limb in my body. I grab for his manhood, I fumble to undo his belt then his button and finally I unzip his pants and stop myself. For a few more seconds I want to be pleasured by him, pure greed. He then grabs my hands and places it on his naked self, it’s so big! It throbs in my grip as I am pleasantly surprised by his size. I want it all for myself and I want it now. I drop to my knees like a starved vixen. Without thinking about it, I put him in my mouth tasting him. His natural smells driving me wild, (take deep breath) I suck it and lick it as was asking me to do so. I haven’t been this excited to have a man in my mouth in some time now. He is the one now going weak in the knees, I can feel him relaxing. He is slowly falling back onto the bed, with him still in my mouth, he lays on his back. I quickly look up at him, his eyes are closed and his head resting on the pillow, he is in heaven. It turns me on even more seeing him this way. My panties are so wet with lust for him. I stop our moment to take his pants off completely; he comes to and effortlessly removes my clothing as quickly as he can so we can get back to where we left off.
I need him to feel and understand my lust for him. Teasingly I maneuver my naked body over him. I crawl over him exposing my love cave to him and take his manhood in my mouth again to continue what I stopped. He throws his head back and goes back to where he was before I interrupted us. I loved feeling the cool air all over my hot body; it made the touch more heightened. Stroking and licking him, I enjoyed the hands that had taken over my backside. He was feeling every curve I had to offer with his hands. His hands were on my thighs, hips and calves and then I felt him enter me with his fingers. At his entrance I arched my spine for a split second and then backed up closer to him allowing myself the indulgence. While he pleasured me with his fingers he slowly pulled me back onto his face, letting his tongue and mouth took over. I struggled to keep pleasuring him with my mouth, the intensity between my thighs was taking over me. He licked me like I was the tastiest treat he had ever had! It was like he wanted every last drop of me to be his and only his, his greed turned me even more. I let out moans while loving his man hood, rocking back and forth over his mouth to take myself over the cliff. Before I could do so, I felt him throbbing more than before under my hands and in my mouth. He yanks me off and stops everything before it’s too late. He knows that I’m disappointed with his abrupt action, with a sly grin, he grabs me and dives in between my legs again, oh absolute bliss! This time I finish with an unbelievable toe curling orgasm.
I’m completely depleted of energy but make the effort and reach for him so he can experience what I just have. He pulls me close and tells me he climaxed with me, my moans, groans and scent were enough for him to reach bliss without being touched. We cuddle under the sheets, my head on his chest and his chin on top of my head. He slowly strokes my hair, I feel like a woman should: loved, safe and secure.
Reality Check: Day 2 of my marriage and sex was yet to be had. We never did have sex that night. Our time behind closed doors consisted of small talk, me putting on music and him flipping through GQ. It was strange enough to get under the covers with a stranger as if it was okay, throw sex in the mix and it’s mental. He lets me pick “my side” of the bed and at some point I fall asleep. I think it was as good as it was going to get for now and I was completely okay with it. In arranged marriages, how do you have sex with a complete stranger???