Bette leaned over Tina and bit the fruit from her mouth. She went back for seconds to lick the chocolate from the corner of Tina’s luscious lips. She let Tina take a sip of the champagne before placing both glasses on the side table. She crawled onto Tina with an aching desire to just kiss her wife. The kiss was different than any other kiss they shared that day. It was a first kiss coupled with a passionate reconnection and mixed with an overpowering familiar need. A kiss that embodied their long journey into one momentous moment.

Tina held Bette’s head, her fingers clutching on either side of Bette’s face. Their lips parted, Bette taking Tina’s top lip between hers, Tina reciprocating taking Bette’s bottom between her own. It was slow and meaningful, gentle tongues lingering, tasting, their bodies melding together as Bette pushed Tina further into the mattress. Bette’s fingers brushed under the tank top, over a soft boob and down the ample cleavage. She teased a finger under the waist of Tina’s panties before rounding her palm under Tina’s cheek, lifting it, and wrapping a creamy thigh around her like a blanket. Tina moaned with the stretch as their hips instinctively rolled against each other. Both women wet and wanting, suddenly breathless at the intensity of the connection. As they paused to breathe, Bette kissed the tip of Tina’s nose and rested on her elbow. She brushed her hair out of her face.

“You know what I haven’t said yet today?”

“What?” Tina kept her body pressed against Bette’s, her foot resting over Bette’s calf. She spread her legs a bit wider to let Bette comfortably lie between them. Her hand hovered over her wife’s muscular arm, holding them together in her favorite position.

“I love my wife.” Bette’s eyes scanned Tina’s. Her chocolate orbs oozing into the blonde’s inviting hazel ones.

Tina coyly gasped, playing with Bette’s hair. “And you know what I haven’t said today?”

“What?” Bette placed her head down on Tina’s chest, listening to the drumming of her heartbeat grow softer as Tina ran her fingers through her hair.

“That I am madly in love with my wife.”

Bette moaned with the vibration in Tina’s chest. She lifted her head, resting her chin between Tina’s breasts. She looked adoringly up at her bride and whole-heartedly sighed, “And I will always be hopelessly in love with you.”

Bette glided up to Tina, passionately entwining their lips before placing slow, tender kisses over her chin, down her neck, and to her breasts where Bette let her head rest again. It was the perfect culmination of their day – the two women simply holding each other and reliving wedding day moments before they both fell asleep. All happy and in love, forever knowing they were made for each other.