by M. E. Tudor
Finally, Mary pushed on Jackie’s head. “Please,” she begged.
Jackie smiled up at her fiancé and moved further down to run her tongue through the hot wetness that set her soul on fire. The passion that Mary had made her keep in check erupted as Jackie knelt by the bed, grabbed Mary’s hips, and pushed her tongue as far into Mary as it would go.
From that point, Jackie couldn’t stop herself from taking Mary with the intense passion that took over her actions. She sucked, licked and tongued Mary until she screamed out and begged Jackie to stop. Once Jackie was sated, she stood and pulled Mary up to the head of the bed. Lying down next to her, Jackie pulled the comforter over the two of them and fell asleep with Mary lying on her chest. Her arms tightened around Mary just before she fell asleep; this was the way she always wanted to end the day.
Chapter Seven
Mary woke with a start. She pulled out of Jackie’s arms, jumped out of bed, and ran into the living room. She stared at the candles that looked the same as they had last night. She let out a sigh of relief.
Jackie rushed in behind her. “What’s the matter?”
“I woke up, and I couldn’t remember if we had blown out the candles,” Mary said. “And then I remembered that I did.”
Sliding her arms around Mary from behind, Jackie said, “The only fire in this house was going to start in the bedroom last night.”
Mary placed her arms over Jackie’s and leaned back into her. Feeling Jackie’s breasts and pelvic hair pressing against her reminded her of the lovemaking they’d shared last night. She looked down at her ring finger and the amazing ring Jackie had given her. “I can’t believe how beautiful this ring is.”
“It took forever to find the perfect ring,” Jackie admitted. “I knew I wanted something like this. I was thrilled when I finally found it.”
“I can’t imagine what you paid for it,” Mary said still in awe.
“And you’re not going to worry about how much it was, or how much the wedding will cost, or the honeymoon. I don’t care if we have to rob a bank, I just want us to have a perfect wedding and honeymoon,” Jackie said.
Mary turned in Jackie’s arms. “And what would that look like for you?”
Looking down at Mary, Jackie asked, “You mean my fantasy wedding?”
“Yes.”
“We would get married next to a lighthouse with the ocean in the background. Our hair would be blowing in the wind, and we would be surrounded by beautiful flowers and our friends.”
“By a lighthouse?” Mary asked. “I knew you liked lighthouses, but I didn’t realize they were that important to you.”
“There’s just something about them being a beacon, a guiding light, and I just think they are beautiful,” Jackie said. “What about you? What would be your fantasy wedding?”
“Being surrounded by our friends for sure,” Mary said. She laid her head on Jackie’s chest. “You know, I just never gave it a lot of thought because I didn’t think it would ever happen to me.” She looked up at Jackie. “You know, it may be a while before it is legal in Kentucky.”
“I know,” Jackie admitted. She rocked back and forth with Mary for a few minutes, and then asked, “You remember when we were talking about going to the East Coast on vacation to see the lighthouses?”
“Yeah, we decided to go this spring,” Mary said.
“Well, what if we got married in Maine in April and spent our honeymoon traveling to see the lighthouses along the coast, and then have a huge reception when we get back to Kentucky.”
Mary pulled back and looked up at Jackie. “You have already been planning this, haven’t you?”
Jackie smiled and blushed. “I’ve been fantasizing about us getting married for a little while now.”
“Is that right.”
“Yes, and I was terrified that you wouldn’t want to,” Jackie confessed.
“You were afraid I wouldn’t want to marry you?” Mary was stunned. “How could you not know how much you mean to me?”
“I know how much you love me,” Jackie said. “But getting married is different. It’s telling the world that we are together and, for me, it means promising forever.”
Mary’s blue eyes softened, and tears leaked out the edges. “It means forever to me too, and I want the world to know that you are mine.”
Squeezing Mary to her, Jackie kissed Mary hard on the lips. “That means so much to me,” she said when she released Mary. Then she smiled sheepishly. “You want to see the brochures I’ve gotten for some of the lighthouses in Maine?”
Laughing, Mary grabbed Jackie’s hand and led her back to the bedroom. “Yes, I want to see the brochures.” She stopped in the doorway and kissed Jackie. “And I want to make love again, and again forever.”
The end.
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