Two Hearts, One Wedding

[Shocker]

Normally I’d say give them their Honeymoon in perfect bliss, but this sounds to me like the ex girlfriend from hell might have gotten hold of Zoe, and I’m all dow for that.

[RapeU]

Chapter Tags: FF lesbian sex
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Chapter 14 Last Night In Paradise

It was our last night in paradise, and I felt it in the hush that fell between us as we stepped into our hotel room. Hannah let the door drift closed behind us, the soft click sounding almost ceremonial. Her hand lingered on the deadbolt a second longer than needed, and I wondered if she was already bracing herself for the end. I wasn’t ready to go back, not even a little. Not to the gray of winter, to the city, to all the real world things that waited. But there was something beautiful about the way Hannah looked at me right then, eyes gone wide and soft, lips parted like she had something important to say and couldn’t make the words fit. I said it for both of us, “I wish we could stay forever.” Hannah nodded. “It’s the last night,” she said softly, then smiled that wicked smile I loved. “I plan to make it unforgettable.”

She quickly closed the gap between us and kissed me. Her kiss was rougher than usual, all teeth and heat, and she pressed me backward until my heels bumped the edge of the bed. I could taste the tingle of pineapple still lingering on her lips, and something in me cracked open. Whatever sadness I felt about leaving was burned away by the want and desire of her kiss. We undressed each other in a slow but hungry way. There was something sacred about the slowness, like we were trying to slow time itself, to stretch the moment until it filled the entire night. We moved as one toward the bed. I pulled her down with me, falling backward onto the mattress. She let out a sexy giggle. It was the kind of laugh that said she wanted this as much as I did, that she was just as overwhelmed by the need to make this night last forever. “You can lead first,” Hannah whispered.

I kissed her lips hungrily and rubbed my hands on her arms. She let out a soft, sexy coo. My mouth moved down to her throat, kissing the pulse that fluttered there. She shivered under me, hands fisting in my hair. I bit her earlobe, then soothed it with my tongue, making her gasp. Her nipples were already hard, dark against the pale of her skin, and I licked around them, then sucked, nipping just enough to make her squirm. I trailed kisses down her ribs, her stomach, dipping my tongue into the hollow there. She tasted like sweat and salt and something sweet, maybe the dessert from dinner, or maybe just her.

When I got to her sex, I took a moment to admire her. She was flushed and wet, her clit already swollen and begging for attention. I ran my finger along her slit, spreading her open, and she made a noise that was almost a plea. I circled her clit with my tongue, slow at first, then harder, faster, matching the rhythm I knew would drive her wild. She writhed beneath me, her thighs trembling, her hands pulling at my hair like she needed to grip herself to reality.

I slid two fingers inside her, curling them just so, and she cried out, soft and low, her hips rolling into my hand. I alternated licking, sucking, and fingering her sex, sometimes letting up, sometimes relentless, and watched the way her face changed with every new sensation. She was always beautiful, but never more than when she was lost in pleasure, her mouth open, eyes dark and unguarded. She had a hard orgasm, her body tensing then breaking apart, her voice a low moan that was always music to my ears. I kept going, gentle now, coaxing every last ripple from her until she was panting and limp. I offered my chest for her to lay on and recover and she shifted onto me.

We lay together for a while, tangled in the sheets, the air thick with sweat. My skin was slick, my hair stuck to my face, but I’d never felt so perfect. We didn’t talk, didn’t need to. The world was reduced to touch, to breath, to the hum of blood in our veins. After Hannah recovered from her orgasm, she whispered in my ear to hold in my orgasm as long as I could. Hannah’s mouth found its way down my body with slow, deliberate care. She kissed every inch as if she could memorize me by lips alone, then started over as soon as she reached my hip bones. She spread my legs, her hands warm against my thighs, and I felt the familiar ache of wanting her so badly it hurt. She kissed my inner thigh, then the other, soft and slow and never where I needed her most. I was already trembling, but she kept at it until she reached my sex. Her tongue drew slow circles, teeth scraping just enough to make me gasp.

I clutched the sheets like I was going to float right off the bed, and she licked me with slow, insistent strokes, building the pressure until it was all I could do not to buck my hips up into her face. “Don’t stop,” I begged, the words shredded and breathless, and Hannah hummed a yes against my clit that nearly did me in. She pressed her tongue flat, dragging it up the length of my slit, pausing to flick at the hooded spot that always made my vision go static. Hannah kept going, gentle and relentless, circling my sex with the kind of precision that made my body go tight as a bowstring.

My legs started to shake, and I realized I was making noises that sounded like an animal. Hannah pushed her tongue deeper, flattening her mouth against me, sucking and licking. I felt the orgasm gather at the base of my spine, but I held it like she asked, holding on and holding on until the pressure was a physical thing, a knot of pure heat that built and built.

She sucked hard on my sex, and a hot, helpless sound punched out of my chest. Before I could even process the next wave, her finger slipped inside, slow and deep, curling in a way that made my entire sex clench around her. The pleasure built, wild and unsteady, cresting higher and higher until I was begging, not even sure for what. Suddenly, a spasm sharp and new hit through me and I lost control completely. I felt my hips buck up off the sheets, and the next second, an explosion of wet heat shot out of me. It splattered Hannah’s face and chin. The shock of it made me sound like an opera singer attempting to break glass with her voice.

“Oh wow,” I whispered, barely able to move from the feeling I had, “That was very new.” Hannah wiped her face with her hands and grinned, “Yeah, it was.” She lightly kissed my lips and I could smell the scent of my sex mixed with her essence. Hannah offered her chest for me to lay on to recover, and I did so. After a few moments I asked “Is that going on the sex spreadsheet?” She let out a soft giggle. “Of course.” I rubbed my head on her breast affectionately. “Good,” I said, “because that felt amazing.”

Time passed and I realized I had fallen asleep. I lay still, content, letting Hannah’s warmth seep into me. Her arm draped over my waist, and one of her legs was thrown possessively over both of mine. It was like she was worried I’d drift away if she didn’t weigh me down. I smiled into the darkness, then rolled carefully to face her. She blinked awake, not startled, just mildly curious, the way a cat might be. Her hair was wild, a mess of red in the half-light, her cheeks still flushed. “Hey,” she whispered, voice husky and small. She looked at me for a long moment, then traced her finger along my cheek, soft and aimless.

“Couldn’t sleep?” she asked, and I shrugged. “Didn’t want to miss our last night.” I ran a hand over her back, feeling the slickness where sweat had dried and left a salty film. She shivered, then pressed closer, burrowing her face in the crook of my neck. “We don’t have to leave until noon,” she said, a little desperate. “We could…just stay in bed and pretend.” I laughed, low and fond. “Pretend what? That we live in this hotel forever?” She nodded, then added, “Maybe we can put plumeria in all the air vents at home and trick ourselves.” She was smiling, but I heard the sadness, that note that always came in the middle of goodbyes. I kissed her forehead. “Or,” I said, “we could just get really rich and fly to Hawaii every weekend.”

She laughed, but not loud, not enough to break the spell. “I like that plan. Not practical, but I like it.” She hesitated, her fingers still tracing shapes on my skin. “What are we even supposed to do when we go back?” The words hung there. She didn’t mean it like an actual question, but I took it as one anyway. “We’re supposed to…get groceries, pay rent, go to class. Call Zoe. Maybe…” I hesitated. “Maybe start our wedding business?” I felt the twist of nerves, and wondered if I was being silly. But she didn’t laugh or shrug it off.

Instead, she said, “Do you think we could? Actually do it?” She looked so open, so unsure, it made my chest ache. I wanted to cup her face and promise the world, but instead I twirled a strand of her hair and said, “I think we could do anything. As long as we don’t murder each other first.” She grinned, then rolled her eyes. “If I do, it’ll be over which planner we use. But yes. I want to try.”

She kissed my lips, soft and a little sad. “I love you,” she said. “I love you,” I said back. I put all the trust and certainty I had into it. I meant it. After a while, we fell quiet. I played with her hair, twirling and untwirling it, tangling us together one last time before the world started up again. Finally, she said, “I know this is going to sound insane, but…I don’t have a plan for what comes next. Not past this week, not even past the plane ride home. I wanted us to make the plan together, for once.”

I felt the weight of that. Coming from Hannah, it was an admission so raw, so honest, I almost teared up. I kissed her palm and pressed it to my cheek. “We’ll figure it out. As wives. That’s the only plan I want.” She smiled, and I saw the tension melt out of her. I smiled back and gently kissed her lips.

We didn’t fall asleep until hours later, when the sky over the ocean was starting to bleach out the darkness. Even then, we woke again and again, reaching for each other, like the only way to hold onto paradise was to never let ourselves drift out of one another’s arms.

The first light of dawn spilled across the room, soft and gold, and we were still in each other’s arms. I brushed her cheek with my finger, memorizing everything as if the world might forget it otherwise. Hannah’s hand found mine, her thumb brushing my knuckles, and her voice was low and certain, “No matter what comes next, we do it together.” I pressed my forehead to hers and whispered back, “Always.” And I knew paradise wasn’t beaches, sunsets, or fancy dinners. Paradise was the two of us together, for as long as we both lived and loved.
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This particular story has reached a good place to end. The seeds of more stories are planted, so Hannah and Wendy will return. And having a wedding planning business sounds like a great story, after all what could possibly go wrong?