I'm a highly physical person. I need touch, and I have a strong sex drive. Sex is high on my list of "must-haves" in a relationship. A very long time ago, I started dating an SDA guy. Having been raised in the church, I knew very well what the expected behaviors were. I'd been out "in the world" for a few years and had a good amount of sexual experience already, but agreed to conform to his beliefs. Within six months, he asked me to marry him and I agreed. (BTW this is not going to digress into a sad tale about bad decisions one makes in youth). By about a month before the wedding, I was losing my mind. I really, really needed sex, and managed to convince him that we were already "spiritually bonded" and "married in god's eyes". So he agreed and we did have sex ... every day for three weeks. One week before the wedding, he said he needed to make things right with god, and that he would spend the next week purifying himself to be ready to become my husband. I agreed to this as well. After all, who can't wait a week for teh secks, amirite?
We didn't have sex on our honeymoon. We didn't have sex for the next two weeks after that. Finally, we did the deed about a month after being married, one of only a few times during the next four years that we were every physically intimate. I was required to simply lie on my back without moving at all, otherwise he'd climax before even entering me.
Our marriage disintegrated, and during the final death throes, we went through intensive counseling. I learned during that counseling session that he had never forgiven me for taking his virginity before marriage. He'd always felt sinful after that. I now believe that our sex life was unsalvageable from the beginning, because he could never get over feeling guilty about sinning, and he associated that directly with me.
I'm glad I had the experience, and I don't regret the few sweet weeks of glorious sexual exploration with him. But it cost me four years without sex, and I chose never to make a decision like that again.
Best of luck.