Dear Jen,

Well, you said to tell you how my wedding night went and whether or not I thought it was worth the wait, and let me tell you, it was! I had always said I thought it would be better to have sex for the first time on my wedding night, but let me tell you, if it's always this good, I'm sorry I waited.

We're both sorry you couldn't make the wedding, but it was beautiful. I felt like a princess, and Derek looked like a GQ model. The reception was huge, like we talked about, and it went on until almost 3:00AM. You'd think I'd be exhausted after that, but when Derek and I got upstairs to our suite, I suddenly felt a rush of energy. It had been so hard for us to wait, especially for me since I knew he'd never really wanted to wait. Before he opened the suite door, I looked up at his face and his eyes were just hungry. It felt so good to know he wanted me so much. But it was also a little scary. I'd never seen him look that intense before.

"Derek," I said as he opened the door and we walked into the room, "This is going to be my first time. Please be gentle."

But it was too late. All his pent-up sexuality was boiling over the top. Even as the words were coming out of my mouth, he had pushed me up against the wall and was roughly fondling my breasts through my wedding bustier as he bruised my lips with his impassioned kisses. "I can't even make it to the bed," he panted, as he pulled me down onto the floor with him. And suddenly, I realized I wanted it just as much as he did. I was tearing his tuxedo off and my mouth found its way to his manhood. We'd done that before, but never with this kind of need and want and power. He was harder than I'd ever seen or felt him before. And by this point he was begging me to let him inside me. In the tussling, we'd gotten my veil and dress off, but I still had on the lacy, white lingerie that you all had given me at the bridal shower. I laid on top of him as I slid the panties off. He tried to roll over on top of me, but I said, "No, just because it's my first time, it doesn't mean I don't want to be on top. It's my first time. Let's do this my way." And his face told me he couldn't take much more waiting, so I grabbed him in my hand and slid down on top of his pulsing shaft.

You know, for a girl who'd never done it before, it all came naturally to me. Of course, we were in the heat of passion, so there was no slow ride to the top. Almost instantly we were grinding full force and going as hard and fast as we could. We were both screaming out. I was sure the people next door could hear us. Poor Derek, he'd been waiting so long he practically exploded inside me. It was the most intense thing I'd ever felt, or so I thought. But then Derek said, "You didn't get to finish all the way, darling. Let me take you further."

As I lay there on the floor, Derek went across the room and got the chilled bottle of champagne that was waiting for us to toast our wedding night with. First he rolled the smooth, cold bottle over my clitoris, driving me wild with anticipation. Then he popped the top off the bottle and poured the champagne all over me. I started shivering with chills until he laid his hot mouth on my sweet spot and breathed onto me. Before I knew it, his tongue was going mad as he licked the champagne off of me. And he did take me further. All the way to the big O. And again and again. By the time we were finished, we were so tired all we could do was lay on the floor touching each other.

So am I glad I waited? Yes, if waiting was what made this so good. But I hope every night from here on out is just like that one. We've already gotten naughty on the honeymoon, but I'll tell you about that another time!

Love,
Kara

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