The couple retired for the night, sleeping together but maintaining a respectful distance throughout their year of marriage. Our main character diligently kept his hands to himself, steadfast in his commitment to honor the boundaries he had set. He had witnessed the fear and terror in his wife's eyes the previous year, which had made it clear to him that she did not desire physical intimacy in their marriage.
As he was about to fall asleep, he heard a tiny whispered voice from his wife beside him.
"Husband? Are you still awake?" Naomi whispered, her voice barely audible in the quiet room.
"Hmmm..." He merely moaned, keeping his eyes closed. He had no idea that his wife was about to take a step to deepen their relationship that night. The soft glow of the moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle light on Naomi's face. She took a deep breath, gathering her courage.
"Can you hug me, husband?" Naomi asked again, her voice trembling slightly. Without a word, he silently complied, his body acting on autopilot after a tiring day at the pill store. His mind still craved precious sleep, but he instinctively wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.
As he pulled her closer, Naomi could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a comforting reminder of his presence. She nestled her head against his chest, feeling the warmth of his body seep into her. For a moment, she allowed herself to be vulnerable, to let down the walls she had built up over time.
He began to stir slightly, his hand moving up to gently stroke her hair. "Is everything okay?" he murmured, his voice heavy with sleep.
"Yes," Naomi whispered back, her eyes closing as she savored the intimacy of the moment. "I just wanted to feel close to you."
He tightened his embrace, his own exhaustion momentarily forgotten. "I'm here," he said softly. "Always."
Naomi couldn't help but smile at her husband's words. He didn't just show her importance through his actions; his words were always precious and gentle, capable of making any woman fall for him in the long run. Naomi realized that this was exactly what had happened to her. She loved her husband more than anything else in this world. Laying contentedly in his arms, she almost forgot her plans for the night. But once she remembered, she became proactive in her actions.
"Wife?" he asked, finally jolted awake. The fog in his brain disappeared, and his little brother was also awake with gusto.
Naomi was now rubbing his erection through his pajamas, feeling the heat and firmness growing under her touch. With just a minute of her careful attention, it grew big, long, and hard. She marveled at the change, feeling a thrill of excitement course through her.
"Hmmm…" Naomi couldn't put into words what she wanted, so she merely nodded towards her husband. Her hands did not stop their ministrations, moving with a gentle, rhythmic pressure that sent shivers down his spine. She was slowly growing astonished at how she hadn't fully realized the extent of her husband's arousal before. Each stroke seemed to reveal more of his monstrous erection, making her pulse race.
As she continued, Naomi's breath quickened, her own desire building in response to the hardness beneath her fingers. She glanced up at her husband's face, seeing the mix of pleasure and anticipation there. It fueled her actions, making her want to explore further, to discover just how much more he could take. The room was filled with a tense, electric silence, broken only by their soft breaths and the rustle of fabric.
"I guess it's time," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper, breaking Naomi's reverie. With a mixture of anticipation and nervousness, he pulled her gently towards him, savoring the scent of her hair, the warmth of her body against his. Leaning in, he claimed her lips with a hunger born of longing and curiosity.
Inexperienced in matters of intimacy—his previous girlfriend had only ever teased him—he was guided by a blend of desire and the countless hours spent clandestinely watching porn and hentai. Despite his lack of real-world practice, he found himself instinctively knowing where to touch, how to kiss, drawing from those simulated encounters that had played out on screen.
Naomi's response was immediate and encouraging. He felt her hesitation melt away as she reciprocated, her soft moans of pleasure mingling with his own. In that moment, the barriers of inexperience and doubt dissolved, replaced by a shared exploration fueled by newfound passion.
As they kissed, time seemed to stand still, each moment deepening their connection. His hands, trembling slightly with excitement, traced the curve of her spine, reveling in the sensation of her responding to his touch. For once, he was not the hesitant boy, but a man driven by desire and the intoxicating thrill of discovering intimacy with someone who met him with equal fervor.
When they finally pulled apart, breathless and flushed, he couldn't help but smile. This was more than he had imagined, more than the fantasies he had indulged in. It was real, raw, and undeniably theirs—a moment that marked the beginning of something deeper and more profound than he had ever known before.
"You're beautiful, my love," our MC whispered, his voice thick with desire, as he swiftly shed his clothes. Naomi watched, her heart racing, as he revealed himself—a sight both breathtaking and daunting. Her gaze fixated on his immense length, marveling at its size and girth, feeling a mixture of excitement and uncertainty flood her senses.
His member stood proudly before her, a formidable presence that stirred both awe and apprehension within her. Naomi swallowed nervously, her mind racing with questions she dared not voice aloud. Could she handle him? Would he fit inside her? The enormity of his desire mirrored in the intimidating silhouette below his navel left her trembling with anticipation and fear.
"Will that fit in me, husband?" she finally managed to whisper, her voice barely audible over the rush of blood in her ears. Her body tensed with a blend of nervous excitement and raw vulnerability, uncertain yet unable to deny the primal pull she felt towards him.
"It sure will, my love. I'll be gentle. I promise," our MC reassured, pressing a tender kiss to his wife's lips once more. As they embraced, he couldn't shake the anticipation of the long night ahead.