How I Lost My Virginity To My Boyfriend Before Marriage
When I think back on the night my boyfriend and I first made love, it still gives me butterflies. I was 22 at the time, and had recently become engaged to marry him in a few months. We had been dating for three years and I knew he was the one for me. But we had always held off on intimacy, wanting to wait until we were husband and wife.
That fateful evening, we were alone at my family’s home. My parents were out for the night and my siblings had long since moved out. We were sitting together on the couch, watching a movie, when he turned to me with that look in his eyes I knew so well. A mix of love, desire, and mischief all rolled into one.
“Come here,” he said quietly, pulling me into his lap. I went willingly, my heart already racing. He kissed me deeply, his hands roaming over my curves. I moaned softly, melting into him.
We started undressing each other right there, too eager to make it to the bedroom. He trailed kisses down my neck and I gasped as he took my breast in his mouth. My hands tangled in his hair, urging him on.
He lowered me to the carpet, never breaking contact. I wrapped my legs around him as he settled between my thighs. “I love you,” he breathed. “I want to make this special for both of us.”
Tears pricked my eyes. I knew what he was asking. “I’m ready,” I told him, my voice trembling only a little. “I want this. I want you.”
He entered me slowly and I felt a flash of pain, then pure bliss as our bodies joined for the first time. We moved together, savoring every moment, every sensation. Waves of pleasure washed over me as he brought me to my very first climax. We peaked together, holding each other close, hearts and souls intertwining like our entwined limbs.
Afterwards, we just held each other, gazing into each other’s eyes. “That was incredible,” I whispered. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” he replied, kissing my forehead tenderly. “That will always be our special memory, before we start our life together as husband and wife.”
Now, looking back, I have no regrets. That night was perfect and pure, full of love and connection. I have zero doubt that I married my soulmate and when we finally consummated our marriage, it felt like a beautiful reconnection of two people who were meant to be one. Losing my virginity wasn’t about waiting for a wedding. It was about sharing that gift with the person who loved me completely, flaws and all. And in the end, that’s all that matters.