Chapter 3 — My First Intimate Night with My Wife - 1 (3)

I gently laid my naked body over Grace's.

Between our already heated skins, steam might have risen at any moment.

Very carefully, I lowered my hardened length against the soft mound between her legs.

"Uhhh~~~m."

Grace let out a soft, muffled breath, almost a moan.

I reached up, cradling the back of her head, pulling her closer.

Grace wrapped her arms around my back, clinging to me.

I blew warm breath against her earlobe.

She flinched slightly, drawing her head back.

It had stirred her.

I did it again, blowing gently into her ear, then softly bit her earlobe.

"Umm~ hhh~g."

I flicked my tongue, turning it against her earlobe before pressing it deeper into the sensitive inner curve of her ear.

"Ah. Oppa..."

The hands gripping my back tightened, pulling me even closer.

I plunged my tongue deeper into her ear again, straightening my slightly bent hips and lowering my shaft a little more against her mound.

I could feel the heat radiating from her petals, searing my groin, as I gently rested the tip of myself atop her slit.

"Ah. Ah."

Her muffled sounds were now unmistakably moans.

Whether it was from the earplay or the sensation of my length pressing against her, I couldn't tell—but she lifted her knees, pressing herself tightly against me as if measuring my length with her wet folds.

In that position, if I lifted my hips even slightly and let them fall, I would plunge deep into her slick warmth.

But instinctively, I knew it wasn't time yet.

I kept my tongue firm, trailing it down from her ear, wetting the line of her jaw, then gliding down her neck.

I felt tension rise in her throat.

And suddenly, instinctively, I knew exactly where to touch.

As her neck tensed, the muscle beneath rose like a silent signal—right here.

I pressed my tongue against it and slowly dragged upward.

"Ah. Hihiiii. That tickles, oppa."

"Does it tickle a lot?"

"Umm..."

"Do you hate it?"

"No."

I did it again, licking and teasing that spot.

"Uhhh~~~m."

Now, Grace was enjoying the ticklish sensation.

There was something delicate between tickling and arousal.

Slowly, I trailed my tongue downward, until I reached her nipple, standing firm and eager atop her breast.

I gently took it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it.

With one hand, I cupped and stroked her other breast, gliding from bottom to top.

"Ah. Oppa, I can't take it anymore."

"Hmm?"

I heard her clearly, but I pretended not to.

"Oppa. I can't hold back."

Her whisper was barely audible, crawling into my ears, but I knew exactly what she was asking for.

I lifted my hips slightly.

My shaft, trapped and standing rigid between our bodies, began to rise, as if awakening.

And as if knowing its purpose, it lifted its head, instinctively pressing against Grace's petals.

Her petals were clearly wet.

Moisture had even begun to seep slightly outward.

But the outer labia still felt dry to the touch.

So I gently brushed my tip against her, like soft, teasing kisses.

Each light touch drew moisture from within her folds, wetting the tip of my shaft, which in turn began to moisten her dry outer lips.

"Ahhhh..."

Grace trembled faintly.

Is this what people mean when they say"shivering with pleasure"?

I, too, began to tremble.

As her outer lips grew wetter, my shaft—carrying her slickness back and forth—became soaked, and my rhythmic motion grew deeper.

With each deeper thrust, each wider stroke, Grace's moans grew louder.

"Umm... ah........"

Then, in one sudden motion, I drove myself into her with full force, burying myself to the root.

"Haaah! Ah!"

A sharp gasp burst from her lips—different from before—followed by a moan that sent shivers through my ears.

"Ah."

I almost wondered if she was still a virgin—my penetration felt so natural, so effortless—and she was wetter than I could have imagined.

But the thought vanished instantly. My shaft, buried in the scorching heat of her core, trembled, desperate to writhe.

Propping myself up on my arms, I began to move my hips slowly.

Grace tightened her arms around my back, then buried her face against my rising and falling chest.

Her burning petals clenched tightly around my shaft.

"Uh..."

The first moan escaped my lips.

I hadn't expected her petals to squeeze me like that—her sudden, instinctive grip caught me completely off guard.

The pressure continued.

"Ah."

Uncontrollably, moans began spilling from my mouth.

"Ah. Grace! You're incredible."

"Umm. Oppa, that's embarrassing—don't say anything."

But hearing her say that, blushing and flustered, made her suddenly look so damn sexy that I thrust harder.

Feeling my increased force, Grace tried to slide her hands from my back down to grab my ass.

When she couldn't reach, she instead gripped my moving hips, matching my rhythm with small, deliberate movements of her own.

"Ah. Oppa..."

I decided to shift into a stronger position.

I lifted my upper body, rising to my knees, and hooked one of her legs over my side.

In the process, my shaft slipped out of her with a soft pop.

"Ah! Oppa! Don't pull out like that—I hate it!"

"Ah, sorry."

"I was startled!"

"Hehe."

From this angle, I looked down at her petals. Even in the dark, I could clearly see them wide open—the place where I had just been buried.

Truthfully, I had wanted to see it with my own eyes—the moment my shaft entered and exited her.

Gently, I guided myself back to her entrance.

I teased her with shallow, soft thrusts, rewetting my drying length.

Almost instantly, my shaft was drenched again in the slick heat pooling inside her.

"Ah."

Hearing her moan, I felt a new kind of force in my thrusts—something I hadn't felt in the previous position.

My upper body was too upright; my shaft stood nearly perpendicular, pulling downward too sharply.

Even inside her, my cock strained upward, pressing against her inner walls, lifting her petals with it.

"Ah, oppa... I... what do I do?"

"Umm."

I kept moving, back and forth, my eyes fixed on the sight of my shaft disappearing into her folds.

In the dim light, it glistened, tirelessly plunging in and out, ferrying her sweet nectar from deep within.

With one hand, I gently scooped some of that honey and, not quite sure of the exact spot, softly rubbed it over where I guessed her clitoris was.

"Ah, oppa... uhh..."

Her moans grew higher, more urgent. And my hips moved faster, harder.

Then suddenly, she lifted both legs, hooking them over my waist, and I pushed myself up, supporting my weight on my arms.

Her knees rested on my arms, her legs spread wide in a deep Y, open to the ceiling.

In this position, her petals couldn't squeeze me as tightly as before—but I could penetrate her deeper than ever.

"Ahhhh. Aaah."

Her moans grew so loud that anyone in the next room would have known exactly what we were doing in this tiny, cramped space.

My up-and-down thrusts grew more forceful. Each time our bodies collided, wet slaps and squelches echoed through the room, mingling with her cries, filling the small space completely.

I could feel the end approaching—the tension in my body, the tightening in my core—and I drove myself into her with everything I had.

"Ah. Oppa, I'm going crazy!"

"Me too... just a little longer. Just a little... uhh."

`Squelch. Slap. Slap.`

`Sploosh. Sploosh.`

"Ah."

"Uhh."

I felt the hot surge inside me rush forward, flooding deep into Grace's burning core.

My body convulsed.

After two or three short, sharp spasms, I released her raised legs and collapsed onto her body, spent.

"Pant... pant..."

"........"

Grace, drenched in sweat, silently stroked my head as I caught my breath on top of her.

Even then, my shaft remained deeply buried inside her.

We lay like that for a while, wordless, savoring the lingering warmth.

"I love you."

A line I must never forget. Without a word, Grace pulled me into another embrace.

Now, I had to pull out—though it felt less like withdrawal and more like being gently pushed out by her still-clenching petals.

Even then, her folds gripped me tightly.

And then, slowly, my shaft slipped out.

`Plop.`

I quickly looked around for tissues—but since it wasn't my room, I couldn't find them easily.

"Hehe... oppa, I'll get them."

"Ah? Hehe."

Grace brought tissues and gently wiped the mess—my cum and her juices—off her petals and the dampened sheets.

Then, holding a tissue over her opening, she carefully cleaned my softening shaft with tender care.

That was how we finished our first time together.

We fell into a deep sleep, entwined.

By chance—or fate—that night led to Grace's pregnancy.

That autumn, amid heavy scolding from both families, we got married.

Our married life was quite harmonious.

After graduating, I joined a mid-sized company in Seoul and gradually earned recognition at work.

And our sex life? Nothing to envy—nothing at all.

To be honest, I hadn't realized back then how truly exceptional my wife was.

Later, during business entertainment, I had relations with a few other women—but none could compare. Almost none could match that tight, responsive grip.

In fact, there was no one.

Moreover, though Grace remained shy in public, when it came to sex, she was passionate—sometimes too passionate, I'd think.

Unbelievably so...

Then one year, when our daughter turned five, a seemingly random event set us on a journey—one that would take our marriage into uncharted territory.