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The morning after their wedding night came softly, on tiptoes, the clouds covering enough of the rising sun to mute the light, wrapping the water in a blanket. Had they been up on the captain’s deck, they would have seen the mist that danced and swirled above the green seas, hints of orange and pink from the sunrise still lingering, not yet ready to leave. Life began to wake up all around the ship, something underwater making a ripple, morning birds searching for little fish on the surface, larger predators not yet moving.
Waking, Bette reached for Tina instantly… wanting her, needing her… her wife. Just thinking those words made her smile. They woke up cuddly and affectionate, a long bath after lovemaking the night before scenting Tina’s skin so she smelled like a wildflower garden, the kind of garden that invites you in for a closer look, the kind with wandering paths and hidden delights. A garden to meander in, to breathe deep of all the color and splendor. A garden Bette was drawn to like a bee to the nearest flower, going from petal to petal to inhale the scent, to kiss the softness.
She couldn’t get the vision from last night out of her head… the vision of Tina above her in the wedding dress, the sexiness filling every brain cell, every thought, every second … making her almost lightheaded with desire. Coupled with the fact that they were now married… well… Bette was a goner.
They lingered in bed, whispering, kissing, dozing a little. For her part, Tina couldn’t stop smiling, her grin turning to laughter more than once, her heart swelling to an almost impossible size, blooming with Bette’s love, her gentleness, her obvious happiness.
As the sun gained strength and movement from the ship began to increase in sound as the crew woke, their kisses deepened, becoming so slow they were almost languid, so tender that their lips almost seemed as one. With Tina on top, Bette pulled her wife higher, making her slow way under the creamy, beautiful body, her tongue teasing, enticing, possessive. Guided by the moans coming from her wife, Bette took her time, waiting…
…waiting only long enough for Tina to finally turn around and spread her legs above her, Bette watched as her wife lowered herself so their torsos lined up beautifully. Impatient, she lifted her head so her mouth could make contact… the first taste of Tina as her wife… even as Tina teased Bette’s wetness with her tongue… was there anything better than starting a day, a marriage, a lifetime like this? Inside the person who is the center of your world, even as she brings you to climax?