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“How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride!
How much better is your love than wine,
and the fragrance of your oils than any spice!”
-Song of Solomon 4:10
Ava’s hand gently brushed Bea’s cheek, causing her to smile and close her eyes contentedly.
“How am I so lucky to call this incredible woman my wife?” Ava thought to herself as she memorized every detail in her bride’s face.
She wanted nothing more than Beatrice; her affection and embrace. She was frantic for her, but contained her passion, merely settling for this gentle touch. The two may have just joined in matrimony, but Ava wanted to savor the moment.
Suddenly, Bea leaned in and kissed Ava, unable to contain her desire any longer. After years of pent-up feelings, she was, for the first time, free to unleash them. Falling in love with Ava was the lesson that taught her that she was never flawed for who she loved. How could a love as pure and selfless as theirs be wrong, she reasoned.
Ava opened her mouth for Bea’s tongue, both surprised and elated by her wife’s voracity as she felt herself grow wet. She started to ache as she yearned for her wife’s touch, a feeling that was reciprocated as Beatrice gently bit her lower lip. The gesture sent Ava into a frenzy, heat rising in her chest as she ached for more.
Pressing her lips to Bea’s, Ava’s heart raced as she tasted her love once more; sweeter than any confection, as far as she was concerned. As they kissed, Ava’s hand found its way to Bea’s breast, which she gently massaged with her fingertips. With each caress, Beatrice shuddered, her nipples rigid and tingling with excitement from the stimulation.
The sensations were unlike anything either of them had felt before. Their bodies worked in tandem with each other, an unspoken bond that felt natural and right as they continued to kiss in synchronization. Their hands felt up each other’s curves, from hips to breasts, building their shared anticipation.
Unable to contain herself, Ava suddenly reached behind Beatrice and felt for the zipper hidden in the seam at the back of her white dress. After a private seaside wedding mere hours before, the pair retreated to their rented villa, ready to explore each other’s bodies for the first time. This consummation was only the beginning for them.
Ava placed her hands on Bea’s shoulders and slipped them beneath the straps of her dress, pulling it down. Her newly exposed breasts were met by Ava’s eager hands, which cupped them and continued to caress, a gesture that drove Bea crazy. As soon as her dress hit the floor, Ava did the same with Bea’s help, freeing herself of the confines of silk and lace.
Soon the nun found herself laying on the king-sized bed in their elaborate chambers, exposed before her beloved Ava. The pair had discussed what their honeymoon antics would include, and one of those was a strap-on that Beatrice had secretly longed for. Ava, now wearing the strap, held the tip in her hand as she lubed it up, ready to satisfy her wife.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” Ava asked, now gently teasing Beatrice’s clit with her other hand.
Her wife nodded, anticipation written on her face as she yearned. She clearly desired this more than anything as she lay open for Ava to explore.
Taking the head of the strap in her hand, Ava gently guided it to Bea’s opening and rubbed it up and down, becoming more slick with her wet as the nun writhed with desire. She hesitated, taking in the sight of her wife’s amorous face with satisfaction. Here was the woman she loved, spread open for her to take, to fulfill, and satisfy.
Ava then thrust her hips ever so slightly, allowing the tip of the strap to slip into Beatrice. The sudden motion caused a gasp to be emitted from her lips. Ava’s eyes focused on her love as she slowly eased herself in a little deeper, mere millimeters, spreading her more and more open. As she took in the length, the nun’s hands found their way to Ava’s hips.
“Ava,” Bea breathed, her face burning with lust as she writhed, “I love you. Please-”
Pulling Ava into herself, Beatrice squirmed from the surprising sensuality that came from being filled up. Everything was so sensitive, bordering on painful as her nerves surged from the new sensations. She took a moment to adjust to it, her heart pounding with excitement.
Soon, Ava’s hips thrust again, slowly at first, but gradually moving faster. As Beatrice moved against her, Ava responded, highly attentive to the needs of her wife. Soon she found a rhythm, slipping in and out at a steady pace as the nun grew more wet and sensitive.
Groaning as she felt the strap rubbing her folds, Beatrice held Ava’s hips as she steadily pressed into her. With each thrust, Ava saw the excitement in Bea’s face grow, which only caused her pace to quicken.
Beatrice sighed blissfully, her nerves electrified as she felt pulses of bliss. Ava could hardly contain herself as her love began to whimper, the slow burn of pleasure peaking. As their lips met, tongues thrashing together as the intensity built, the nun moaned even louder.
Unable to take any more, Beatrice inhaled sharply as the contractions began; her muscles tightening around the strap, physical euphoria she never imagined possible.
Ava smiled and leaned in to kiss her as small gasps continued to escape her lips.
“I can’t take any more, it’s too-” Beatrice started, before emitting another gasp as Ava pulled out of her. The sticky mess left on the comforter was a testament to her arousal and Ava’s work.
As Beatrice took a deep breath, eyes closing in satisfaction, Ava lay beside her and placed her arm around her. Feeling the strap press against her leg, Beatrice sat up, taking Ava by surprise.
“What are you doing,” Ava began, before Beatrice leaned in for a kiss, her hand moving down towards her wife’s wetness as she quickly removed the toy, exposing Ava’s arousal.
Fingers slipping to her clit, Bea gently rubbed in a circular motion, causing Ava to shudder with pleasure.
The nun then got up and, gently laying Ava on the bed, moved between her legs. She could see the slick mess, a sight which caused Bea’s heart to start racing again. She took two fingers and gently rubbed Ava, before carefully slipping them just barely inside. Ava’s legs quivered slightly, a satisfied grin forming on her face.
“Don’t stop Bea, that’s incredible!” Ava sighed.
Bea slowly slipped her fingers inside her beloved, feeling for just the right spot to rub. Ava arched her back as her wife’s motions sent surges of gratification through her body.
Finally, Beatrice buried her face between Ava’s thighs, her tongue tasting her love's nectar for the first time. Her taste sent the nun overboard; the mere idea of this type of pleasure felt nearly sinful to imagine, but all Bea cared about her wife. She circled her tongue around Ava’s engorged clit, sending sparks of electricity throughout her body.
She was elated, feeling wave after wave of intensity coursing through her. Groans of satisfaction encouraged Beatrice, who’s desire for Ava grew with every movement. As her tongue swirled around her, Ava came in her mouth. More fluid leaked from her as she throbbed from the stimulation.
As Beatrice lay beside Ava, basking in her wife’s affection, Ava leaned in and kissed her again. Tasting herself on Bea’s lips, she smiled. This was the love of her life, and here they were enjoying heaven on earth. Nothing could take this moment from them.