A Honeymoon to Remember – Part 3 (Bridal Foreplay)

A Honeymoon to Remember - Part 3 (Bridal Foreplay)
So, in the previous part, you guys knew about how our first honeymoon night started with my dream girl. She prepared herself in bridal attire, and I removed every single piece of her clothes and started lovemaking. In this part, you will know how I progressed further. I took care of every minute detail of her, taking care of her body and making her feel like a lady. Let’s start. I reached for the leftover bottle of wine. The rich and velvety aroma mixed with the air smelled intoxicating. My gaze caught her movement. She lay on the bed in the room’s bath of golden light. She was a picture of the most beautiful, vulnerable creature. A warm flush pricked across her skin. Her chest’s rise and fall spoke volumes of the anticipation. I moved toward her slowly, my heart racing. I saw the glitter of excitement leap in her eyes, echoing my emotions. I took a moment to look at her- every curve, every line, that made her so irrepressibly beautiful. I spilt a little wine over her pussy, the cool liquid against the warmth of her pussy. The deep red wine came into vivid contrast with the warm, shining pussy lip. The smell of the wine, combined with the intoxicating scent of her pussy was great. A hiss escaped her as it touched. Her body instinctively arched closer to me for more. The wine trickled down her body, following the contours of her pussy curves, creating a mesmerizing trail of liquid fire. My gaze followed its path, mesmerized by the way it moved across her pussy. It was a view that stirred something deep within me. Some feral urge to taste, explore, and claim her as mine. Wine started to dribble down over her pussy. I moved my head down to her, near her pussy. I moved my lips to her pussy, and my tongue darted out to catch the wine. It tasted great – sweet and sour. The richness of the wine merged with the sweet, natural flavour of her pussy juice. With my tongue, I traced the path of the wine over her pussy, going down, savouring each drop. She gasped and shivered, which ran through her body as I touched her. I was sucking her over her pussy lips. Her hips started to move slowly, in a rhythm that spoke of craving for more. She burrowed my head into her pussy, finding warmth in my touch. Her look met my eyes, filling everything from longing and desperation. She trusted me to take her to the edge and beyond. She struggled to stop her moan. Her teeth dug into the bottom lip. But the moaning sound escaped in a desperate moan that went straight down my spine. I had taken precautions to keep her sounds contained. Her struggle only managed to make this moment more erotic and fraught with tension. I reached forward gently for the dildo that had been in her mouth. I carefully took it from her, placing it on a tray beside us. My eyes moved across the tray and the other contents. All objects are designed to heighten our pleasure. My eyes settled on a small, sleek anal plug. The promise of added sensation sent a shiver of anticipation through me. I lifted her with care. I positioned her so that her ass was perfectly open to me. The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming; the connection between them grew further and further with each beat of the timepiece. I could feel her heart racing, the opening of her anal hole clenching beneath my fingertips. I prepared to introduce this new element of pleasure. I eased the anal plug into place inside her ass and watched her as she gasped. Her body reacted to the new sensation. It was a fragile balance of pleasure and tension, a perfect blend of the two. Her teetering upon the brink. I could see how her body tensed. Her muscles tightened in response, and it only fueled the fire within me. With the plug firmly inside of her ass, I reached for the controls and hit plus enough to make her feel it. Her body shook with the slow motion of the rotation of the plug. Her eyes rolled back in her head, letting herself be taken by the sensation. It was a wildly erotic sight, indeed, to see her so absolutely lost in the pleasure I was providing. I couldn’t help but touch her, my hands tracing every curve and every line in her body. I marvelled at her beauty. Her skin was soft and warm to my touch. Her body was trembling with every caress and brush of my fingers. Pressing a soft kiss against her back, I savoured how she shivered in response. I could see her pussy, inviting and eager. I had an irrepressible urge to taste her pussy. My tongue returned to her pussy lips. I diligently worked upon her pussy lips, savouring every drop of wine from her pussy. Drawing attention to the sweetness of her essence and the heady mixture that lay in store for me. I played with her pussy folds and, using one hand, parted them. I poured enough amount of wine over her pussy lips and pussy hole. The cool liquid cascaded down her hot pussy, mingling its coolness with the heat of her pussy. I pressed her pussy lips together for some time to let the wine and her juices mingle together into a delicious symphony. The feeling itself was intoxicating and I was lost in the act of pleasing her. I parted her pussy lips. My tongue followed her hole with great eagerness, lapping up the wine and her juices with each stroke. It tasted sweet and sour, a heady mix, her essence blending with the complex wine. My tongue continued to explore her folds, licking every drop, every quiver of her body beneath me. The more I explored, the more her body reacted to my touches-quickening her breathing. Her moans grew more insistent. She was writhing beneath me. Her hips moved in that slow, deliberate rhythm that spoke of her desire, her need for release. It was the gentle motions of the plug, as well as the attention I paid to her, that sent her spiralling into ecstasy. I poured just a little more wine, and it trickled down over her groin. I resumed my intense attack inside the pussy hole.

My lips and tongue worked together, sucking and licking ceaselessly with the passion that brought her close to being breathless. With every touch, every stroke of my tongue, she was getting closer to orgasm. A new wave of pleasure crashed through her body until her body suddenly began to react strongly. The plug moved in her ass in conjunction with my sucking and licking of her pussy. Her moans filled the space, growing more desperate by the second. Her body was both soft and strong at the same time. She moved against me, wanting more, never satisfied, pulling me deeper into her desire. The wine, the plug, and my relentless attention had her teetering on the edge of her orgasm. Her body is a symphony of sensation and desire. Her climax was imminent. Tension raged through her, pussy wall tightened, ready to explode. She started breathing fast, and her moans turned into cries of pure, unfiltered pleasure. I watched the slow rise and fall of her chest. I could feel her body tremble and her skin flushed with need. “Please…” she whispered, her voice laced with desperation. “I can’t take it anymore.” I paused, hovering just above her, grinning. “Not yet,” I murmured, my breath hot against her ear. “I want to hear you beg a little more.” Her moans turned into a low whimper. I shifted down, teasing her inner thighs with the tip of my tongue, avoiding the one place she craved the most. She squirmed, her hips lifting off the bed, seeking release, but I denied her. Instead, I nipped at her soft flesh, the sharp sensation making her gasp. “God, please… don’t stop,” she pleaded, her hands fisting the sheets as her body arched. Her eyes fluttered shut, her head rolling back, lips parted in ecstasy. “I need you. I need to come.” “Not until I say so,” I teased, biting her thigh and eliciting a cry from her. Her whole body jerked with the sudden surge of pleasure-pain. She tried to control her breath, to stifle her sounds, but it was useless. Each bite, each lick pushed her closer to losing herself completely. Her breathing grew ragged, her moans turning into incoherent, needy pleas. “Please, please, let me come,” she gasped, her voice almost breaking. “Do you want it that badly?” I asked, moving my lips toward her soaked pussy. Flicking my tongue just once over her clit, before pulling away again. Her body convulsed at the touch, her muscles tightening as her orgasm loomed dangerously close. “Yes!” she cried out. “Please, I’ll do anything… just let me come!” Her desperation ignited something primal within me. I leaned in, biting down on her clit gently, making her scream in both pleasure and agony. I plunged my tongue deep inside her, tasting the mix of her juices and wine. Feeling her walls clamp down as if to trap me there. My hands found her breasts, fingers teasing her nipples in sync with the rhythm of my tongue. It heightened her pleasure. I could feel her body reaching its breaking point. Her breaths came in sharp, shallow gasps. She was so close, teetering on the edge. I pushed harder, licking her clit while my fingers slid inside her, curling just right. “Oh my god,” she gasped, her whole body stiffening. “I’m going to… I’m going to—” And then it happened. With one final, deep caress, I pushed her over the edge. Her body convulsed, shaking violently as wave after wave of pure ecstasy crashed over her. Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave, uncontrollable and overwhelming. Her juices spilt out in a hot, powerful release. She squirted, drenching us both as she surrendered completely to the moment. I stayed there, my mouth pressed against her, licking and tasting every drop of her. The mixture of her wine and her release created a heady, intoxicating blend. Her body trembled uncontrollably, still riding the aftershocks. I cleaned her up, savouring every bit of her essence. Her loud cries of abandon resonated in the room, a beautiful symphony of her surrender and pleasure. As the intensity of her orgasm subsided, she lay there, breathless and relaxed. Her face flushed with the afterglow of ecstasy. The room was filled with closeness and satisfaction, a steamy connection, and raw passion. “That was…” she began, breathless. “Only the beginning,” I whispered with a smirk, trailing my fingers over her skin. “There’s still so much more to explore.” She smiled, her body still humming with pleasure. “I can’t wait.” But as the moments stretched, a new sensation began insinuating. She shifted slightly and tensed differently. The physical strain was starting to show. I could see the change in her eyes—a flicker of discomfort that hadn’t been there before. My eyes locked with hers, and I sensed the request before she spoke. “Please,” she whispered in a soft tone laced with an urgency. “Uncuff my hands and free my legs. It’s starting to hurt.” So in this part, I am sure bitches want the same treatment from their boyfriends. I hope guys will give such treatment to their Girlfriends for intense pleasure. In the next part, you will read how we start with lovemaking. So, kindly Email or message me at [email protected]. I am waiting for your reply. Thank you, readers.