A Christmas Wedding
by C.J.

As I sit here in my rocking chair waiting, it seems like I've waited my whole life for this moment. In a way I have, see I've waited my whole life to find her. My lover, my fiend, my confidante, my mate. She is everything I've ever wanted. Funny how when you find your other half you realize how incomplete you were alone. We have come full circle she and I. And it has made us together stronger. She is my yen and I am her yang. My grandmother has a chinese screen print that aptly describes us. Two trees alike, yet different, together growing tall.

Tonight is Christmas Eve. She and I, we are a family. I'm going to give this gift to her. It is a symbol of our love. Tonight, here in our bedroom we will do what the law has forbade. Tonight we will marry. Just her words and mine, uniting us. Joining us together as wife and wife.

So I sit here and wait. Tonight I'm patient. ok, I'm not but I do force myself to sit here and wait for the bathroom door to open. There, I hear her coming. The door opens, the low light in the bedroom combines with the bright light from the bath to play tricks of hide and seek with her white silk wrap.

She stands there, smiling, always smiling. Funny how things are connected. She smiles my smile, the one she saves just for me and, my heart starts to beat faster. The wetness already starting between my thighs. Jeeze I'm worse than a man, one look and I'm hornier than a toad. She moves to me, floating sort of. Maybe it's a trick of my mind. My breath gets shallower. My hands start to itch, wanting to touch her. Then she's there. Standing and smiling down at me.
Then she throws me for a loop. She opens her wrap, there's nothing under it but her. I see the lushness of her feminity. I see her full breasts, the nipples reaching out to me. Though I've seen her body many times it never fails to excite me.

So there I sit, watching stunned again by her beauty. the roundness of her hips. No boyish figure my love, but the fullness of a woman. My woman. My wetness increases as my eyes continue to roam. There.....between her legs I see my honeybox. The honey it makes for me is so sweet, and headier than any wine I've ever had.

There she stands, smiling at me. She reaches out and touches my cheek. Stroking, the motion of her hand pulles me towards her. As I near, she raises her breast with her other hand, offering it to me. And I partake. Mytongue reaching, then coming in contact with the hardened ruby. The texture against my tongue. It gets harder, making me bolder. My tongue strokes, as my hands come up to knead and fondle. My mouth opening wider to take as much of her as I can. And when I do, she purrs softly. Coming fully onto my lap, her legs on either side of me. I nurse. Like a baby who has not been feed. I suckle and lick and kiss my way to nirvana. Her hips are starting to rotate, and her purrs are coming faster as I switch tits.

Then feeling her need for more, one hand starts to trail down her tummy. Landing among the hairs on her mound. My fingers play there for a while. I like that she only trims herself for bathing suits. I like to this of her here as my playground. My fingers caressing her hairs, they're are so soft here. But she's impatient, she pulls my hand to her pussy. She's open, my fingers trace her puffy lips. Feeling the wetness there. My outer fingers then open her further while my middle one eases up to her clit. Her hips are really moving now. As I stroke her clit she gains more pressure by rubbing herself against my finger. Licking and kissing my way across I switch tits again. Stopping only to appreciate the frangrance she has dabbed there. I can feel the tide over taking her. I revel in her cries as she nears completion. My finger aided by her wetness speeds up. And I suckle harder. Wanting.....needing her to make honey for me. And then with one hard thrust upon my finger she does. I can feel it falling itno my palm, as she collapses on me and my tongue tries to sooth her strain nipples.

I let her calm for a while. Then I lift her taking her to our bed. Funny every time I lay her in bed I get a powerful butch coming on me. I hope she doesn't mind my little idiosyncracies. She smiles up at me as I lay her there, I guess not. Then I lick the honey off my hand, she watches my every move. her tongue dampening her lips.
Reaching beside her on the night stand, I pick up the ring box, and lay beside her. My heart feels like it's trying to burst out of my chest. I look into her eyes as I take her left hand. And she nods, yes. "For better, for worst. For richer, for poorer. In sickness and in health. With this ring I thee wed." Sliding it onto her finger, with a deep kiss. Then she takes the other ring and slides it upon my finger. With her repeating the same vows. Then we lay there snuggling looking at each other. Every so often kissing and whispering love nothings as we gaze at each other and our ring fingers. Then she gives a big sigh, and I ask her, "so what do you want to do now?" And my love, my prim, proper, and ultra feminine lady leans over smiles and says........"fuck."

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