A Night of Firsts

The scent of jasmine and marigolds filled the air as I, Aarav, stood nervously in the doorway of our wedding suite. Meera, my new bride, sat on the edge of the bed, her hands folded in her lap, her eyes downcast. We had been introduced only a few times before the wedding, and the weight of our arranged marriage hung heavy in the air.

I took a deep breath and stepped inside, closing the door behind me. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of candles casting long shadows on the walls. Meera looked up at me, her eyes reflecting a mix of nervousness and curiosity.

"Hi," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

She offered a small smile. "Hi."

I sat down next to her, leaving a respectful distance between us. "I'm not sure what to say," I admitted, running a hand through my hair.

Meera chuckled softly, the sound easing some of the tension. "Neither am I. But I'm glad it's you, Aarav."

I turned to her, surprised. "Really?"

She nodded. "You seem kind. And that's important to me."

I felt a warmth spread through me at her words. "You're kind too, Meera. And very beautiful."

She blushed, looking down again. "Thank you."

We sat in comfortable silence for a moment before I decided to break the ice further. "Do you want to know something about me?" I asked.

She nodded, her eyes meeting mine with interest. "Yes, please."

I took a deep breath. "I've never done this before. Any of it. I'm a virgin, and I'm nervous about tonight."

Meera's expression softened, and she reached out, placing a hand on mine. "I am too, Aarav. I've never been with anyone either. But I'm glad we're both new to this. It makes it less scary, doesn't it?"

I nodded, feeling a sense of relief and connection. "Yes, it does."

We talked for what felt like hours, sharing stories, laughing at silly jokes, and slowly peeling back the layers of our nervousness. The more we talked, the more at ease I felt with her. Meera's laughter was infectious, and her eyes sparkled with a warmth that made me want to know her even more.

As the night wore on, the atmosphere in the room shifted from nervous anticipation to a comfortable, intimate familiarity. Meera scooted closer to me, her shoulder pressing against mine. I could feel the heat of her body, the softness of her skin, and it sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

I turned to her, my heart pounding in my chest. "Meera," I said, my voice soft. "Can I kiss you?"

She looked up at me, her eyes searching mine, and then she nodded. "Yes, Aarav. I'd like that."

I leaned in, my lips gently brushing against hers. The kiss was soft, tentative, a question more than a statement. Meera responded eagerly, her hand reaching up to cup my cheek, pulling me closer. The kiss deepened, our tongues exploring, our breaths mingling.

I could feel her heart racing, matching the rhythm of my own, and I knew she was as nervous and excited as I was. I pulled back slightly, my forehead resting against hers, my breath ragged. "Meera," I whispered, "I want to take this slow. I want to make sure you're comfortable."

She nodded, her eyes filled with trust. "I trust you, Aarav."

I stood up, taking her hand and leading her to the bed. We lay down side by side, our bodies pressed together, our mouths finding each other again in a hungry kiss. I explored her body with gentle touches, my hands roaming her back, her sides, her hips, learning every curve and line.

Meera's hands were just as eager, exploring me with a curiosity that made me shiver with pleasure. She traced the muscles of my back, my chest, my stomach, her touch light and tentative, but filled with a growing boldness.

I moved to straddle her, my body pressing down on hers, our cocks aligning, creating a delicious friction that sent shocks of pleasure through me. Meera gasped, her eyes fluttering closed, her head falling back against the pillow.

I trailed kisses down her neck, my teeth grazing gently, making her shiver with pleasure. My hands moved to her clothes, slowly unbuttoning her blouse, exposing her bare skin. I took my time, exploring every inch of her, my tongue and lips driving her wild with pleasure.

Meera arched into my touch, her body responding eagerly, her breath coming in short gasps. "Aarav," she panted, her voice a plea. "I'm ready."

I smiled, a wicked glint in my eye, and leaned down, taking one of her nipples into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it, sucking gently, making her cry out with pleasure. I moved to the other, giving it the same attention, my hand roaming her body, stoking the fire between us.

Meera's hands fisted in my hair, pulling me closer, encouraging me to take more. I obliged, my mouth moving lower, my tongue dipping into her navel, making her arch off the bed with a cry. Her hands worked on my belt, my pants, pushing them down my hips, freeing my cock.

I knelt between her legs, my eyes locked on hers as I positioned myself at her entrance. "Meera," I said, my voice hoarse with desire. "Are you sure?"

She nodded, her eyes filled with trust and desire. "Yes, Aarav. I'm sure."

I pushed into her slowly, inch by inch, giving her time to adjust to the sensation. She was tight, her body resisting slightly, but she was wet and ready, her hips lifting to meet mine.

"You feel amazing, Meera," I whispered, my voice ragged with pleasure.

She reached up, pulling me down for a kiss, her legs wrapping around my hips, urging me deeper. I began to move, slow, steady thrusts that sent waves of pleasure through both of us. Meera moaned, her nails digging into my back, her body arching to meet mine.

The room filled with the sounds of our lovemaking, our breaths coming in short gasps, our bodies slapping together, our moans and whispers of pleasure. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing, my breath coming in short gasps.

"Meera," I panted, my voice a plea. "I'm close."

She nodded, her eyes locked on mine, her body tense with anticipation. "I know, Aarav. Let go. I've got you."

With a final thrust, I came, my body convulsing, my seed spilling into her. Meera followed soon after, her own orgasm racking her body, her inner muscles clenching around me, milking every last drop of pleasure from me.

We lay there, our bodies entwined, our breaths slowly returning to normal. I looked into Meera’s eyes, seeing a depth of emotion I hadn’t expected. She cupped my cheek, her thumb brushing gently against my skin.

"Aarav," she said, her voice filled with sincerity. "That was... incredible. And I'm so glad it was with you."

I leaned into her touch, a soft smile playing on my lips. "I'm glad it was with you too, Meera. More than you know."

And in that moment, I knew that our night of firsts had been about so much more than just sex. It had been about beginning a life together—with tenderness, curiosity, and a real emotional connection. And I was ready to embrace this journey, this love, this life—all of it.