"Do you like the ring?" Callie coyly asked, dropping butterfly kisses on Erica's swollen, rosy mouth.
Erica gently repositioned Callie's head to meet her eyes. "I love it. I really love it. It's perfect." Erica raised her left hand and both women gazed at the engagement ring on Erica's ring finger. Callie laced her fingers with Erica's left hand, admiring the exquisite contrast of their skin, and the natural fit of their fingers, their bodies like puzzle pieces. Their bodies belonged together. Callie brought their locked hands closer to her face for inspection, analyzing the ring.
"You did say yes, right? Cause it took me a long time to pick this ring out-" Callie playfully whined.
Erica swiftly silenced Callie with a fiery kiss, plunging her tongue into Callie's talking mouth, eliciting a surprised moan from Callie. Erica just as brutally pushed Callie's mouth away from hers. "You knew. I'd say. Yes." Erica panted.
Callie lightly brushed her hand up and down Erica's side, mapping the dips and curves of Erica's body, delighting in her ability to make Erica tremble. "I had a feeling. I mean, I hoped...you'd say yes."
Erica smiled and shook her head at Callie's needless doubts. How could Callie ever doubt Erica's heart? She had given it to Callie a long time ago. "Well, I did. Say yes." Erica marveled at the copper streaks in Callie's doe eyes. Erica wondered briefly if their children would possess those same eyes. Erica secretly wanted to knock Callie up as soon as possible. They had a lot of babies to make.
Callie sighed a lungful of relief before closing in on Erica's glowing face. Bliss looked good on Erica. "Say it again," Callie purred, stroking the contour of Erica's right breast with her heated palm. Erica's body begged to be worshiped and mauled.
"Ask me again," Erica teased, brushing the dark curtain of Callie's hair behind her shoulders.
Callie giggled, suddenly nervous. She had her yes but a part of her couldn't quite believe she deserved the angelic, unclothed girl in her arms. This beautiful girl was destined to be Callie's forever? Would Erica truly agree to forever?. Callie wouldn't settle for anything less than forever with Erica. Forever wasn't enough, but it was a start. Callie bottled her nervous chuckles. "Erica?"
"Yes?" Erica bit her bottom lip, unwittingly sexy, spurring Callie to dip her head and quickly nibble that irresistible bottom lip. Erica was eminently bitable.
Callie suddenly remembered her aim. Her aim was true and needed to be answered. She would never tire of asking Erica to be her bride. She relished the game, playacting at what was already certain. Callie inhaled deeply and sought Erica's eyes, instantly calmed by the cerulean lakes of Erica's eyes. Those eyes were Callie's home, a port in all her storms. "Erica, you are my life. Will you marry me? Be my wife."
Erica's eyes flooded with tears, her vision blurred, pixilating Callie into a ravishing blob above her. Callie cooed to Erica and wiped Erica's tears away with her fingers and kissed away the few tear trails her fingers failed to catch. Callie tenderly kissed Erica's cheeks dry before seeking Erica's moist eyes again to patiently await her beloved's answer.
Erica's tremendous, empathetic heart cracked at Callie's needlessly furrowed brow and anxious eyes. "Yes. Of course I'll marry you," Erica whispered into Callie's mouth.
Callie's face illuminated into a brilliant smile before she dove into Erica, desperate to immerse herself in naked Erica. Callie ached to drown in Erica. Erica dug her fingers into Callie's scalp, savagely kissing Callie equally as hard, a harsh duel of tongues. Dizzy and oxygen deprived, Callie ripped her mouth from Erica's and rested her weight on one elbow. Callie brushed her thumb over Erica's damp lips. Callie had a special affection for Erica's mouth. That mouth was very talented. "So when can we get married? What are you doing tomorrow?"
Erica's eyes widened and she grabbed Callie's hand. "Tomorrow?!" Erica laughed riotously. She only truly laughed with Callie.
"Yeah. I want to marry you as soon as possible. Tomorrow works for me." Callie freed her hand from Erica's grasp and trailed her index finger down Erica's sternum before climbing on top of Erica to kiss down the same path between Erica's sizable breasts.
"Cal..." Erica smoothed her hands over Callie's mop of hair. Callie's shiny sea of hair fanned out over Erica's chest, tickling Erica's sensitive skin.
"What?" Callie mumbled, her face smothered in between Erica's breasts. Callie cupped and rubbed the velvety undersides of Erica's ample, palely freckled breasts, one of her top five destinations on the map of Erica's body. Skin had no business being this soft. One of Callie's favorite Ericacentric pastimes was connecting the dots of Erica's freckles.
Erica arrested Callie's hands, wrestling Callie's paws off her breasts. Callie struggled with Erica and pinned Erica's arms on either side of her head. Erica sighed, giving up the fight, secretly loving it when Callie dominated her, the only person on the planet she would allow to dominate her. Erica lived to submit to Callie. "Callie. Baby. Seriously. How are we gonna do this? Do you want a big wedding...? I was thinking small...just us maybe...or we can elope..." Erica was distracted, now hypnotized by Callie's pendulous breasts swinging just over Erica's mouth, within biting distance. Erica visibly gulped.
Callie lowered her head to kiss Erica, their wet kiss echoing off the walls. "I just want to be married to you. I'd marry you yesterday. I want to call you my wife." Callie freed Erica's arms and rested on her side, angling her body over Erica.
Erica rolled towards Callie to slip her arm around Callie's waist and throw her leg over Callie's hip. "I'm going to be your wife." Erica dreamily reminded herself, the happy truth of her life with Callie making her chuckle. Erica then traced random doodles on Callie's bare hip and gnawed on Callie's jaw.
"Yes, you are. And I'm going to get all the benefits of having a wife." Callie nudged Erica on her back and dipped her head to kiss and lick the swell of Erica's breast, Erica's heated skin singeing under Callie's moist lips.
Erica's breathing shallowed out into a pant again as Callie slid her body lower to lightly stamp Erica's stomach with fairy-light kisses, kisses specially engineered to drive Erica mad. "What are the benefits?"
Callie lazily kissed random patterns on Erica's abdomen, her hands kneading Erica's breasts. "When I put a wedding ring on your hand, that's an all access pass into your pants. Forever. I own you. You're mine and I get to do whatever I want to you. However. Whenever. And as much as I want. That's what marriage is. All sex. All the time. Why do you think people get married?" Callie explained, her words slurred by her kissing around Erica's belly button.
Erica twined a lock of Callie's hair around her index finger. "So it's just about the sex for you?" Erica played along.
"Ah...yeah? Der. I'm only marrying you for your body and the sex it can provide me. Well, that. And the fact that I am completely. Hopelessly. Crazy in love with you." Callie seductively crawled up Erica's body to hover over her fiance's flushed face. Callie's words were true. This was love. The true kind.
"You are?" Erica quietly asked, her voice heavy with unshed tears. Erica's heart leaked when it was happy.
Callie nodded solemnly, completely serious and too far gone for her girl. "Completely." Callie brushed random yellow curls off Erica's face, the stubborn strands sticking to Erica's glistening face, Erica still sweaty after their rigorous, celebratory romp moments earlier. Erica plus sweaty equalled sex.
"Good. Cause I'm very. Very. Much in love with you." Erica managed to confess between capturing Callie's plush lips. Erica's mouth could convey more in a kiss than words ever could.
"Baby, I want to give you the wedding you want. If you want a small wedding, we can do that. I mean, my parents will want to come. Oh, my mom says 'hi' by the way, I talked to her earlier. You know my dad will be thrilled. He's crazy about you. My mom's going to be a pain in the ass, but-"
Erica interrupted Callie with a blazing kiss. "Cal. Sweetie?"
"What?" Callie mumbled, dazed by the kiss.
"Can we talk about it tomorrow? I want to know more about this all-access pass into my pants business and the other benefits of being your wife you were talking about." Erica wrapped her lengthy legs around Callie's waist, crossing her ankles behind Callie's back, and tugging Callie impossibly tighter into her own warm body.
Callie grinned lasciviously at her fiance, who was already grinding into Callie. Callie skimmed her hand up and down Erica's snow white thigh, slipping her hand into the crux of Erica's knee to yank Erica's undulating body even closer. "Would you like a tutorial?"
Erica giggled girlishly and eagerly nodded. Erica twitched at the familiar tingle radiating from her core for the girl above her. The sight of Callie between her legs incited a primal growl from Erica. Her lust catapulted her to seize Callie's head and devour her newly betrothed's mouth. She wanted to swallow Callie whole.
Until the long inky night became morning, and even after the sun awoke, Callie taught her fiance all about the endless benefits of their impending life as wife and wife.