Virgin Honeymoon (The Honeymoon Diaries) by Nicolette Lyons Read Free Book Online

My Wedding Day!

    I’m a June bride. In Aruba. :) And let me tell you there is nothing better than a sunset wedding. Talk about a wonderful day! All the preparation, all the planning, all the phone calls and emails... Totally worth it. Best of all, the sky put on quite a show, turning glorious shades of pink and yellow, purple and red, like God painted it just for us as we took our vows.  
    As to the wedding night...
    I step from the shower and grab one of the hotel’s super soft towels to dry. Every nerve in my body tingles, hyper-sensitive to touch. I can’t wait for the night to begin, and yet, I’m terrified.
    I left my hair up after the ceremony on the beach, and while a bit damp, a quick glance in the mirror shows that the intricate twists and curls and pins put there by the hotel stylists have held position. I quickly dry off and gasp at the way my body tingles when I slip the towel between my legs.  
    Biting my lip, I do it again, lightly, slowly, grazing the bundle of nerves. I have to open my mouth to suck in more air because--wow--just the thought of being with Sean has me on edge. My breasts are sensitive, too, puckered tight and achy.  
    Yeah, I’ve looked forward to this night for a long time,   but I never expected the anticipation to be so keen. I hope I’m always as excited about sex with my husband, but realistically I know things change. All the more reason to keep things fresh right?
    With that thought in mind, I look at the nightie hanging on the back of the bathroom door. The baby doll ensemble appears sweetly innocent but naughty at the same time, a perfect concoction of lace and gauze and satin, with plenty of fullness around my waist to disguise the weight I couldn’t lose despite my best efforts.  
    In short order I dress and smooth the thigh-high stockings into place. My hands tremble but I don’t let myself falter.  
    I force my gaze up and take a long look at myself in the full-length mirror.  
    Granted, I’ve always been more modest than most women my age, but when I see myself I laugh a little because the sight is so over-the-top for me.  
    My D-cup breasts spill over the lacy cups of the baby doll ensemble, and every breath makes it appear they’re ready to pop out of the barely-there confines. I know my husband of three hours is definitely going to   appreciate the view, but as a twenty-five-year-old virgin I feel more than a little silly.  
    And very exposed.
    But hot?
    I want to look fantastic for Sean. In the years to come when we’re tired and wrinkled and old, I want him to remember our wedding night and all the future nights we’ll spend together, all the effort I put into my appearance for no other reason than the fact I love him and want to look my best for him. Vanity is a sin, but I want to blow Sean’s mind. Doesn’t every woman want to look good for the man she loves?
    I do. Because Sean is... perfect. He’s kind and generous, giving, not to mention tall, dark, and gorgeous. He has thick, jet black hair and sun-kissed skin from the time he spends on his boat at the lake. His voice is unique, with a raspy tone to it that makes me shiver in excitement every time he presses his lips to my ear and whispers the things he plans to do with me once that we’re married. And now we are. I can’t wait to see what the future holds.  
    There were times when I wondered how on earth we could wait until our wedding night, but having dedicated myself to God at fourteen, my decision to remain a virgin until marriage meant saying no. A lot. Even when sometimes I really didn’t want to. Establishing relationship rules early on so that any guy who dated me knew he wouldn’t be getting some unless he married me helped--but it also meant word got around. Needless to say, no sex kept my dating life to a minimum.  
    Until Sean. Like the others, Sean learned he would have to wait. But unlike the others, he loved me enough to wait. And he did... a full fourteen months. He’s