Kumud POV
I was there , just married , on my red lehenga (traditional dress) waiting for my husband to come at our first wedding night . After a few I hear the door open and it was him ! I was scared ... not because of him , no ! But tonight was my first time ever and I'm glad it's gonna be with someone which I love and not an arranged marriage , as all Indian families have . He came near me and touched my hand smiling sweetly .
-Hey Kumud !
*I nodded *
-I want you to know that it's okay If u don't wanna do anything tonight and I will respect that my love. - he said
- Not . I want to , I'm just afraid ... I wanna be forever with you - I smiled - please be gentle .
He then started removing my dress slowly and kissing me, it was something that I wanted to experience more than once , his sweet kisses , my first time kissing him . He then removed his clothes and I was kissing his shoulders . I felt him entering inside me and pain made its appearance, but sweet love pain ,nothing rough . After some time the pain went away and I could feel more pleasure than hurt . Every part of my body now wanted to be touched by his hands and like a drug he took over control my feelings , I could only think about him and nothing else . I was sweating and so did he , maybe because of the temperature of our bodies together , I felt my body burning in desire of him , I never felt this way before , never ! He undoubtedly is the love of my life ....
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