Unknown Roads

I got married today and am going inside my bedroom. I am feeling so shy. Not only am I shy, but I am also nervous. I have never done this before. I have never had sex before. I always thought I would wait till I got married. However, right now, when I am this close to walking to my newly wedded wife and having sex with her, I am feeling so nervous. I wonder if I made the right choice. Was waiting so long worth it? Would she instead have appreciated some experience? This is killing me.

However, my cousins stopped me on my way there, and I had to stop and talk with them. They tease me so much that I am sure I look like a tomato. Will she also turn into a tomato every time I talk dirty? One of my cousins said, "See? He married just now, and he is already thinking about her. It seems we lost our brother forever."

I groan, glaring at him and lightly punching his shoulder, making him laugh. They laugh and joke around some more before another cousin says, "Okay, we have tortured him enough, but we must not forget that we are also torturing our sister-in-law here. She deserves her new husband, too. Come, let him go."

They all nodded in agreement and parted ways, walking away, leaving me to make the final journey to my room uninterrupted. I softly knocked on the door, understanding that she might not like it if I entered and caught her doing something that would make her uncomfortable. A faint 'come in' made me smile.

I slowly open the door, peeking in and asking softly, "Do you mind if I come in?"

She looks beautiful in a red wedding dress, all the jewelry still there. I can still see the sindoor (vermillion) in her red partition and her mangalsutra (nuptial chain) there, too. They remind me that I have married her and that she is my responsibility now. I softly step inside, noticing her stiffening ever so slightly. I close the door behind me, locking it securely. This just made her stiffen more.

I cannot handle this anymore. She is looking so beautiful, so perfect. It reminds me of the day I first saw her. Now, however, she seems so much more beautiful. I smile, slowly relaxing, walking further, sitting on the bed, and holding the hand gripping the bedsheets tightly. I slowly take off my ceremonial royal shoes, lifting my feet and keeping them on the bed, hugging her shoulder softly, telling her, "Neha Ji, do know that this is the first time for me, too. I am as nervous as you, if not more. I don't want to hurt you, and I need your help with this. I need to know how and where I can touch you and where you would be comfortable. Without you, I cannot do this. Also, we don't have to do this tonight. We have all our lives out there. We can do it later, too."

I can feel her shoulders slowly relaxing. She leaned more into me, and it felt like the weight of the entire world was on my shoulder. She side-hugged me, her nose ring and her earring pinching my skin a little, hurting my cheek, but I dare not say anything. She looks so beautiful that I don't want to disturb her. Instead, I would take on the weight of the entire world for her.

She softly says, "I did not know this is your first time as well. Mine is obvious; I am a girl, but you did not have to. Nobody would know if... you had your fun before."

I let out a soft hum, saying softly, "I wanted to. I wanted to wait for my wife. I am a romantic at heart and wanted my first time to be special, too. Why will I have it with a stranger?"

She giggled and said, "Yeah, but we had an arranged marriage, which makes me a stranger, too."

I gently separate us to look at her, saying softly, gently removing her earring, "Come on, remove these heavy things. Aren't you uncomfortable? Also, you are a stranger I decided to spend my lifetime with. My parents cross-checked everything about you, and this is not going to be some hurried sex when you are afraid that your parents will find out. This is different, beautiful, special, this is our first time."

She pouts cutely, making me chuckle. She starts removing her bangles, her maangtika (ornament worn in hair), and her earrings, asking, "So, you trust me because your parents investigated me?"

This makes me chuckle and whisper, "As if yours did not." Her chest shakes as she lets out a loud laugh. This makes me suck in a breath. I can see her breasts moving from her saree. She looks majestic. She notices that I did not respond and looks at me, turning deep red when she saw the expression on my face. I let out a smile, poking her cheek and saying, "Why did you stop? I enjoyed seeing you laugh."

This makes her smile again. I ask her, "Do you mind if I help you relax? Just innocent touches till you feel more comfortable?" She smiles and nods as I help take off her necklace. This is so heavy. How did she sit with it for so long? Before this, I never had to apply makeup or anything. However, today my cousin sisters and aunts me to apply it. Even my Sherwani (male traditional outfit) was so heavy. How did she manage to wear these things and still look so graceful and smiling? I can see her cleavage as the necklaces come off. I still keep the mangalsutra (nuptial chain) there. My breath gets caught in my throat as I see her breasts heaving out of that heavy blouse. It is still covered with the drape of the saree, though.

She notices my stare and takes my hand, startling me. She pulls me close, looking into my eyes, reminding me, "I chose you too." Her black eyes make me gulp. Her eyes are laced with kohl and eyeliner. The first time I saw her, it was just eyeliner there. There was also a tiny dot between her eyebrows back then. Now, an elaborate pattern is drawn there. I smile softly, wrapping my arm around her waist, saying gently but firmly, "Tell me if you want me to stop."

She nodded her head, making me smile. I hold her in my arms, looking down at her. Even while sitting, there is a significant height difference between us. Softly, I attempt to take out various pins holding her hair bun together. It was also used to attach it to the head covering part of the saree. She winces when I pull too hard, making me slow down too. Focusing on her means the world to me. Finally, with every pin and safety pin out, I remove the saree's drape, exposing her blouse and waist to me. I look down at the cleavage with hungry eyes, asking her softly, "Can I?"

She gives me a smile. Why are her lips painted so red? I forget about the cleavage and attack her lips, sucking on it. This was my first kiss, but this action came naturally after I saw her lips. One smile and it makes me melt into her lips. She stiffens a little, making me separate and breathe hard, whispering softly, "Too soon?"

She nods her head a little, whispering, "No man has ever been this physically close to me."

Her statement makes me smile like a crazy person. Hell, I am sure I look crazy right now. I look into her eyes and tell her, "I am honored to be this close to you, Neha Ji."

She blushes, and I can see her turning red over whatever makeup they put on her face. She has a wheatish skin tone, and I can still see her blush. This little nymph here keeps stealing my heart again and again. However, I have to slow down. I ask her, "Can we kiss again? I liked that."

She looks at me, biting her lip, making me whisper, "If the answer is going to be no, you have to stop doing that." She lets out a gasp, releasing her juicy red lower lip from the pearly white teeth, making me bite onto it, sucking it. This makes her gasp again, but I don't stop this time. This won't hurt her, right? I kiss her like my life depends on it, sucking on her tongue. I can see that she is struggling to reciprocate the action, too. I release us from the kiss, kissing hard again. She does the same. I pull her close, pulling her on my lap.

The sound of her anklets feels so sweet to my ears. I wrap one hand around her waist, another around her neck, asking her softly, looking straight at her cleavage, "Is this position comfortable?"

She stiffens slightly before nodding and softly saying, "It is." I smile and start kissing around her neck, whispering straight into her flesh, noticing the goosebumps I was leaving in the wake of my kisses. Her flesh smells like turmeric from our Haldi ritual earlier. Probably mine does, too. However, other than that, it also smells like ubtan. Ubtan is a mixture of herbs which is used for bathing. This combination of her smells is driving me crazy. I had never had a chance to smell her before, but tonight, everything smelled divine. Hell, she might be the nymph in the heavens, designed by the Gods themselves, just for me.

I hold her waist, looking into her eyes while gliding my knuckles softly across her arm, watching her twitch naturally. This makes me chuckle. Looking into her dark eyes, I can see some specks of gold in them. I whisper, "Again, we don't have to do it now."

She takes a deep breath before she whispers, "I want to."

This makes me smile. She is so precious. I nod, telling her, "Prove it then. Prove that you want me. Remove this Sherwani and the banyan (wife-beater) underneath it."

She sucks in a breath, looking at me in shock. I smile, asking her, "And I thought you believed in gender equality. I am as nervous. Why should I do everything tonight? You are taking advantage of me, woman."

This makes her giggle. She smiles, slowly raising herself and taking off my turban. Then, she proceeds to take off my Sherwani and my banyan. Her eyes are stuck to my chest. It is not as hairy as some. However, it does have some. She slowly raises her palm. I can see the yellow from the turmeric paste and the brown from the henna in her palm. She slowly glides the hand along my chest, whispering, "You look and feel strong."

I think I am blushing. Nobody has ever complimented me before. Hell, only a limited number of women have seen me like this. I chuckle, enjoying her hand, saying softly, "To protect and to take care of my wife."

Her eyes seem to be getting watery, staring at my chest before she looks into my eyes. I see so many emotions there. She springs in, hugging me super tight, kissing along my neck. I can feel her sucking in an unexpert way, making me stroke her hair as if she is a kitten. I let out soft moans, unable to handle her soft kisses. She asked me softly, "You liked them?"

I nod, softly removing her blouse. I looked into her eyes the entire time, whispering, "I loved it."

I gave her a smile to comfort her. She tilted her head softly before smiling, too. I lift her mangalsutra, giving it a kiss, looking into her eyes the entire time. Her cheeks turned deep red. I smile, asking her, "Shall we continue the undressing ritual then?" She nods. I help her stand up, standing up myself. I take the edge of the saree, pulling her towards me with each undraping round. In the end, she ends up in my hug. I hold her. She is down to her petticoat and bra. I hold her waist, looking in the mirror, asking her in her ear, "Don't we just look perfect together?"

She smiles while I massage her scalp gently. The image of so many pins is still stuck in my brain. I hear her soft voice, "We do. You also seem very understanding."

I let out a laugh and asked, "You noticed that now? I thought you said yes because you liked my personality."

She giggles, saying softly, "I did a little, but you are handling me like I am made of glass today." I laugh, admitting softly, "I am afraid I don't know what I am doing. I am afraid I will hurt you."

She gives me a smile, slowly taking off my pants. I gulp, looking at her. She looks beautiful. I take off her petticoat, leaving her in just her underwear. I proceed to take off her bra, feeling my breath get knocked out of me. She laughs, looking at my face. I slowly take off her panties, teasing her, "Seems like someone shaved for tonight."

She blushed, confirming, "I did." I smile, pulling her hand on my pair of boxers, giving her an encouraging smile. She nods and takes off the underwear, my dick springing open. She stares at my dick, making me gulp in nervousness, squirming. I pick her up, holding her princess-style, making her squeal. I lay her on the bed, looking into her eyes, telling her, "Stop me if you feel any kind of pain."

She nods in return. I slowly part her legs, kneeling before them, softly pressing on her nub. I part it, seeing the pink flesh. It looks so beautiful and tight. I lean down, looking at her, her breasts coming in between. She is already looking down at me. I kiss and lick at her pussy, slowly wetting it, trying to penetrate my finger the wetter it gets. She lets out soft moans and groans but does not stop me. She even whimpers sometimes. I know it is obvious for her to feel some kind of pain. So, I don't stop. I cannot, anyway. Her pussy tastes so good.

I feel her get wetter and wetter. Slowly, my entire finger is inside. Her pussy walls clamp around my finger tightly. It feels so soft and so good. I can only imagine how good my dick will feel inside her. I raise myself, seeing the disappointment on her face. I take a bottle of coconut oil, look into her eyes, walk toward her, and hand the bottle to her, ordering her, "Take some out and rub it on my dick."

Her eyes widened at my command, but I could see how turned on she was. She nods, her wavy hair moving with the hair movement. She pours only a little on her palm, rubbing it on my dick, her lips opening and closing while she breathes through her mouth. When some is still remaining, I tell her, "In between the legs, where my finger was, now."

She nods, putting her hand between her legs and rubbing the remaining oil there. I rub her hair, taking the bottle, telling her, "Good girl."

She blushes, making me ask her, "You like when I say that?"

She nods shyly, making me hug her, reminding her, "Tell me if it hurts, okay?"

My dick is twitching so hard. Her hands are so soft. Her right hand was directly on my dick. I want to ram it inside her. However, I have to be patient. I crawl back to the bed, kneeling between her knees again, lowering myself. I guide my dick to her pussy, pumping it a little. I am tired, which makes things more difficult, but looking at her makes me forget all my tiredness. I softly put the dick inside her, which is very easy, considering that she is wet and I used the oil. I lower myself towards her, taking deep breaths. I can feel her hymen. I lower myself more, swiftly entering her, making her let out a loud whimper. However, she stops immediately, just a few drops of tears falling down her cheeks.

I shush softly, looking at her. My dick is throbbing so hard. However, I wait for her to give a signal. She nods again, making me smile and lowering myself more into her. I explore her deeper now. She feels so wet, so tight. We both start moaning as I hug her tightly, her breasts rubbing on my chest. My chin is on her shoulder, her legs wrapping around my waist. I keep thrusting in and out, in and out, breathing hard. Sweat collects on our bodies. Before long, we are moaning hard, gasping and gulping. Her black hair sticks to my cheek a little. Her body feels slimy and gorgeous with the sweat. It almost looks like she is sparkling like a Goddess.

I continue, ramming inside my Goddess, before crying out. We both scream at the same time as I feel her pussy walls tightening and then slowly relaxing while she cums. I cum inside her, breathing hard, closing my eyes, enjoying this, our chests heaving up and down. Tonight was wonderful...

We forget about hygiene, of our naked state, just fall asleep in that position, tired, her wrapped tightly in my arms. Our combined snores filled my bedroom. No, it is our bedroom now...