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Elysia sighs into the kiss, pushing herself a little more forward to deepen it. Her companion laughs against her mouth and cups her face between two warm, big hands, pecking her open mouth when she separates.
“Eager much?” Mei asks, lifting her head to leave a kiss on the tip of her nose. “Aren’t you a cute, sweet girl.”
“Mei,” Elysia mumbles. Her eyes open, and she leans her head into her hand.
“What?” Mei asks.
“Nothing, just wanted to say your name,” she whispers to her.
It works: it earns her another kiss, a bit more chaste this time, and Elysia all but melts into it, enamored.
The night had started to slow down, coming down from the rush of the day, the adrenaline turning into something else once they crossed the threshold to their bedroom, Mei undoing her tie quickly while Elysia took off her elbow-length gloves slowly, seductively. Elysia had looked at her in the eye with determination, looped her now naked arms around her neck and brushed Mei’s hair away so she could lean up in her tiptoes, to her ear and whisper into it, before Elysia kissed her square in the mouth. A simple phrase, a simple request, even sugarcoating her words, saying make love to me instead of something more crude and causing Mei to shiver under her touch at the intimacy of the wording. A pull here, a push there, and clothes begin to fall to the floor: Mei’s jacket, Mei’s pants, Elysia’s dress, leaving the shorter girl only in her underwear, stepping closer and closer to the bed.
Her hand comes up to hold Mei’s neck and kiss her once more, leaning a bit into her, knees sinking into the soft mattress underneath them.
“Elysia,” Mei whispers between their locked lips, and Elysia hums. “Sweetheart, slow down.”
“Mmm,” Elysia hums, separating herself a few centimeters to look at her. “Why? Can’t we speed things up? I missed you today…”
Mei smiles and bumps their noses together,
“Please?” She adds, making eyes at her.
Mei laughs, all sweet like candy, and dips her head slightly in agreement. “I missed you too, so much. Can you lie down for me?”
A shiver runs down Elysia’s spine at the request, her heart rate picking up. She eagerly does as told, knee-walking a little more to the middle of the bed and lying down, looking up at her wife with slightly flushed cheeks. Mei coos at her, as if she was an adorable thing just for her and if they were to take it into consideration, she is: presenting herself for Mei to take, for the first time in this new chapter of their relationship, the first time of many. Elysia wants to cherish it, their first time as wives.
Mei watches her for a moment, a blush rising to her own cheeks and she climbs over Elysia, straddling her lap. She observes her, analyzes her almost. Mei always does that, watches and pays attention to Elysia’s every reaction, her hands palming her stomach and her fingers spreading over her ribs, and taking into consideration Elysia’s little gasps, the hitch in her breath, the hammering of her heart against her sternum as she moves them up, up, ever so slowly, as if they had all the time in the world, which they do. Right now, nothing matters, as Mei’s wandering hands reach her chest and she tilts her head, a silent request.
Elysia is left breathless by a simple touch, nothing more, she feels herself blush harder as she nods her head once, twice, not trusting herself to speak but staring at Mei with as much confidence as she can manage showing in her face.
“Relax,” Mei laughs, her hands going up a little higher, reaching their target. Elysia’s jaw goes slack. “We have all the time in the world, don’t look so tense. We can stop whenever you want.”
“I… I don’t want you to,” Elysia answers, her body arching up into Mei’s touch. “I want you to keep going.”
“Then I’ll keep going,” Mei easily says.
Her wife leans forward and captures Elysia’s mouth in a kiss, wet and fast but not too much as she fondles her over her bra, thumbs circling her nipples just as teeth bite into her lower lip. Elysia can’t help but moan, breathy, soft into Mei’s open mouth, her legs rubbing together unconsciously when Mei hooks her fingers and lowers the cups of her bra, leaving her breasts a little more exposed, nipples hardening due to the cool air.
“Ah,” Elysia gasps. “Careful…”
“Sensitive today?” Mei muses, rolling the buds between two fingers at the same time, the sensations making the smaller girl squirm.
“Ngh, just a little bit sore. Be nice to me, will you?” Elysia pouts, blinking slowly up at Mei.
She must look some kind of way, with how Mei looks at her as if she was something worth eating. She touches her more, sometimes pinching her, nothing too rough but enough to make her gasp, sigh, want. Elysia watches Mei lick her lips and unconsciously moves her head to the side, baring her neck, making her seem like she’s shying away from her. Mei takes it as the invitation it truly is and licks a line up Elysia’s neck, finishing with a kiss right under her ear, and she squeezes her breasts at the same time. Elysia moans, her head going back a little, and Mei moves to kiss down her throat, to the hollow of it, to her collarbone.
Elysia sighs, her hands coming up to grab Mei’s dress shirt. “You should take it off,” she says, voice a little hoarse.
“I should,” Mei says. Her hands leave Elysia’s chest and she straightens up, looking down at her. “I’d rather have you do it.”
“Isn’t that a little embarrassing? You’re taller than me,” Elysia whines, pursing her lips in a pout. “Can’t you do it instead?”
Mei sighs as if she was already done with her antics, something they both know is not true and takes her hands away from Elysia’s chest — making Elysia whine a “no, why are you pulling away?” — to the buttons of her shirt, starting from the bottom. Elysia goes quiet.
Mei looks at her in the eye, daring her to look away, and pops each button slowly, one, two, three, and so on. She hadn’t taken off her tie all night, per request of her wife, so Elysia had been deprived of a little more skin that she usually likes. But Mei undoes all the buttons rather fast and the shirt falls open.
“Ah,” Mei sighs, shivering above Elysia. She’s wearing nothing underneath. “You’re right. It’s cold.”
She undoes the buttons on the cuffs and takes the shirt off completely, leaving her in a more vulnerable predicament than Elysia— she ends up only in black panties and nothing more, her ponytail swishing behind her when she turns to throw the shirt away, movements slow, putting on a show. Elysia swallows down any more words she had. Mei is…
“Beautiful,” Elysia whispers, cheeks aflame.
With a chuckle, Mei leans forward again, resting her weight on her hands which she places on both sides of Elysia’s head. Her ponytail falls over her shoulder. It tickles Elysia’s body.
“Are you talking about me?” Mei asks her, one hand coming up to caress the side of her face with one finger until it reaches her chin and lifts her head up. “Am I beautiful, Ellie?”
“The most beautiful,” Elysia answers quickly. “You’re the prettiest woman I have ever seen.”
Elysia smiles, smug by the blush that blooms in Mei’s face, and her façade of a confident girl fades away for a moment as she lowers herself to hide against Elysia’s chest.
“I took your words away, didn’t I, my Mei~? Ah, glad to know I still have the upper hand!” she giggles, hands moving down to palm her wife’s naked thighs.
“It’s not fair,” Mei whines, one arm moving to get under Elysia’s body. “I’m supposed to tell you how beautiful you are.”
“Am I not? Will you only say it now and never again?” she taps her fingers against bare skin in a simple rhythm, a waiting one.
Mei sighs and leaves a kiss on her chest, the hand under Elysia’s torso grabbing her so she can lift her up a little. Elysia hums and pulls herself up the rest of the way so she’s sitting, and Mei looks down at her.
“Mei,” Elysia coos, voice sweet like honey. She smiles when Mei looks at her lips. “Won’t you take it off for me?”
Gaze growing heavy, Mei lowers her eyes to her chest. Her bra is still pulled down under her tits, lifting them up more, her nipples pebbled by the air, goosebumps running all over her skin. She shivers when Mei unclasps it rather quickly, almost desperate, and she pulls her arms free from the straps and now both girls are exactly the same, two pieces of clothing left from them being completely exposed to each other.
Elysia watches Mei look at her again, like she was a piece of art, analyzing, taking her in. She can’t help but do the same: her wife is, truly, the most beautiful, from her full breasts to the little mole that peeks up at her from the valley between them, down to her toned stomach from years of martial arts, to the trail of pubic hair that runs down her pelvis and disappears. Elysia wraps her arms around her waist and pulls her closer to her, both sighing when their chests stick together, the contact sudden and welcome. Mei’s legs, around her own waist for leverage, tighten a little more and she can feel the heat from her core right against her stomach, and Elysia almost purrs because of it.
“It’s my turn,” Mei mumbles, her hands coming up to grab Elysia’s face again. “Hm?” Elysia asks, lifting her eyes to meet hers.
“To tell you,” Mei clarifies. A thumb caresses the skin under her eye, brushes her lower eyelashes, then her upper ones, her eyebrow and goes down her temple to her cheekbone.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I have seen in my life,” Mei says to her, voice soft, a secret between them.
Elysia blushes bright red right then and huffs out a laugh, giddy by the compliment, her heart so full of love she could probably float away. She can’t stop giggling, as she turns her head to kiss Mei’s hand, her palm, her wrist, not going any lower because she’d have to bend in an awkward way and she’s trying not to. Above her head, her wife laughs, too, and grabs Elysia by the chin with two fingers.
Mei lifts her head up so they can look at each other, the height difference showing even when they’re sitting down in close proximity. Elysia’s mouth falls open by pure habit, looking for another kiss.
“Good?” Mei asks, tucking Elysia’s hair behind her ear.
“Good,” she answers. “Can you touch me now?”
Mei giggles. She looks beautiful, stunning even, the moonlight filtering in by the window, a full moon tonight. The light of it is strong, it shines down on Mei’s naked body, reflects on her earrings, makes her eyes look darker as she puts a hand between Elysia’s breasts and pushes her down on the bed again, looming over her almost like a threat, with the way she cannot help but scratch her body lightly, making Elysia shudder with every line that follows.
Mei shuffles a bit, getting a knee between Elysia’s legs and opening them so she can place herself between them, and lowers herself down her body, not kissing but her breath ghosting over her skin, hot and warm and Elysia squirms, whining a little at the lack of contact.
“Do you have to tease me even now?” she complains, biting down on her lip when Mei looks at her from under her lashes.
“Can’t you be patient for once?” Mei says, yet gives in and kisses Elysia’s stomach, once, twice, then keeps going, lower, lower.
“I want you to touch me, not tease me, baby,” Elysia says. She twitches her hips up when Mei kisses her lower abdomen, near her panties. “Will you take those off, too? Pleeeease?”
Mei breathes out a laugh against her and bites down on the hem of them, grabbing them between her teeth. She pulls on them a little and lets go, instead moving to kiss down her naked thighs, the inner part of them, skipping the place where Elysia wants to feel her the most without a care in the world.
Elysia huffs in annoyance. Mei always does this, teases her until she’s almost crying, shaking from how needy she feels. Tonight, however, she doesn’t want that. She’ll take anything Mei gives her, always desperate to please her, to be pleased, but tonight she pushes Mei away just a tiny bit, enough for her wife to lift her head and frown.
“Everything okay?” Mei asks. She rests her head on top of Elysia’s thigh, and Elysia puts her hand on her cheek.
“No teasing tonight,” she whispers. “Only for one day, would you please just…”
Mei licks her lips and nods, kissing back up the skin of her leg, open mouthed and slow. She moves until she reaches where Elysia wants her the most, feeling the heat radiating off of her, and Mei smiles and places a sweet kiss on her pubic bone, the lace soft and the texture not too rough. She kisses her again, and again, and separates Elysia’s legs a little more to kiss down her slit, mouthing over her entrance, underwear already wet against her tongue.
Above her, Elysia clenches her fists over the sheets and moves her head to the side, closing her eyes to focus on where Mei is, how she moves her panties to the side to touch her more fully. She shivers when her mouth is on her, Mei immediately licking a long line to her clit and wrapping her lips around it.
“Ah, Mei…” Elysia sighs, arching up into the touch. Mei hums, questioning, and the vibrations make Elysia’s hips twitch up a little more.
“Stay put,” Mei commands her, her voice a little more stern. Elysia pouts and lowers her body back down to the bed. “There we go, baby girl.”
Mei continues doing as she was, suckling on her wife’s clit, pointing her tongue and dipping into her entrance to taste her, all of her, her chin coated with slick already. She opens her eyes just a tiny bit to look up at her when she licks inside her, circling her tongue and if she could smile she would: Elysia looks mesmerizing, her head thrown back, hands grabbing her own chest as she enjoys whatever Mei is giving her.
She’s always so easy to please, to take. Mei wants to devour her.
As fate has it, with tonight being their wedding night, she doesn’t really have to rush, having all the time in the world in this little bubble of the universe that belongs just to them. They’ve had quick, heated sex before, Mei using her as she pleases while Elysia gives until she’s floating away. But tonight Mei wants to cherish her, and so she will.
“Open up a little more for me,” Mei says after she separates herself from Elysia’s cunt.
Her wife sighs, an arduous task. “Why can’t I be the one to order you around? Even today you’re acting all dominant…”
Mei laughs. Elysia complains and complains about not having the upper hand, but Mei kisses the inside of her thighs sweetly when her wife complies without another word.
She gives her pussy attention again, now more comfortable, and Elysia gasps and her hands come down to grab Mei’s hair, her hips moving again as she grinds against Mei’s face. She suddenly can feel her everywhere, the roots of her hair to the skin of her hands to the tip of her toes, Mei making her feel so good her entire body is alight. It’s always so good, Mei’s fingers coming up to touch her alongside her tongue, breaching her and filling her up and making her whines get louder, needier, grinding down faster and faster until Mei presses her fingers upwards at the same time she sucks on her clit again, and Elysia goes quiet.
Mei helps her through her orgasm, touching her until Elysia makes a complaining little hum and pushes Mei away. She gives in, separating herself from Elysia and kneeling between her legs.
She places her weight on top of one hand as she leans over her, and brings her wet hand between their faces.
“Always making a mess, aren’t we?” Mei teases, licking one long stripe up her pointer finger. Elysia follows her tongue with her eyes, mouth slack. “You taste good today, too.”
“You’re… the one who ends up making me this way.” Elysia gasps a little bit, taking a mouthful of air. “Let me have a taste, too. Mei…”
“Shh, it’s okay,” Mei whispers. She taps Elysia’s bottom lip then puts both fingers inside her mouth, letting her do as she pleases.
Elysia moans at the taste of herself, her narcissistic side filling her chest with pride when she realizes she does taste good, and she swirls her tongue around the digits, cleaning them up well, taking back what belongs to her greedily.
Mei watches her every move, following the way her lips move, the hollowing of her cheeks. Unconsciously, she lowers her body until her neglected center is sitting right on top of Elysia’s thigh and she moans without realizing upon contact, already wanting more.
Elysia lets go of her fingers with a little pop and licks her lips, a smile spreading on her face. “That was nice!”
“Was it?” Mei huffs out a laugh, hips already working, grinding down against Elysia.
“Mhm, I always taste better when Mei makes me all messy. It’s lovely, right?” Elysia can say the weirdest, corniest things sometimes.
It still makes Mei moan, the reminder that Mei is the one fucking her, the one making her wet and soak through her underwear, the one who makes her come and that it will stay this way until they both die, because they are married, and they belong to one another.
She suddenly feels too much, her emotions too big for her body, so she tucks her head in Elysia’s neck and bites down hard as her grinding speeds up a little, more desperate.
“A-ah! Hey!! You’re so… Mei, don’t bite, it hurts…” Elysia grabs her by the back of the neck and holds her in place, lifting up her thigh and clenching the muscle for Mei to have a better surface to get off on.
Mei licks the bite mark and leaves a sweet kiss on it, her breathing growing faster, and she moves to the middle of her throat, biting down there instead. Elysia throws her head back and moans out her name, and Mei bites her again, and again, and again.
When she separates herself just a little, she’s hit with the sight of Elysia crying, tears rolling down flushed cheeks and her entire neck covered in teeth marks, and Mei gasps and comes, just like that, the sight of Elysia being marked by her doing something to her body and turning her brain into mush, soaking through her completely useless underwear.
A shame. She really liked this pair.
Mei lowers herself slowly so as to not crush Elysia, and she rests her head on top of her breasts, catching her breath the best that she can. The night is far from over, they both know, but suddenly Mei feels giddy, and she starts laughing.
“Hm?” Elysia hums, hands playing with Mei’s ponytail. “What’s so funny, baby? Did you break? We didn’t even get to use the strap!”
Mei shakes her head and keeps laughing, leaving small kisses on the places of Elysia’s skin where she can reach.
“I’m okay, I’m fine,” Mei reassures her. Elysia giggles, too, and Mei simply has to go up there and kiss her on the mouth, sweet and loving. “I’m just happy.”
Elysia hums again. She cups Mei’s face with her hands and caresses her cheeks, thumbs rubbing sweet little circles. “I’m happy, too. How can I not be when I married the prettiest girl in the world?”
“We’re married,” Mei whispers, suddenly mesmerized. “You married me.”
“I married you,” Elysia agrees. She gives her another kiss. “You know this means you can’t run away from me anymore, right?”
Mei laughs, although it is a little more choked up this time. “As if I wanted to run from you, Ellie. You married me.”
“I did,” Elysia easily gives her what she wants. “I did marry you. You looked so pretty, you know. My Mei is the prettiest in the world!”
Mei opens her mouth to reply, her eyes stinging, and all that comes out is a surprised moan when Elysia moves her leg again, grinding up into her. Mei blinks a few times and looks at her wife’s face, unconsciously moving back down onto her.
Elysia gives her a smile, the one that always speaks trouble and it is the only warning Mei gets before she’s turned around like she’s nothing but a ragdoll, pinned under Elysia’s small figure, a knee pressed against her pussy constantly and not giving up.
“Got you.” Elysia giggles. Mei is a little breathless: sometimes she forgets Elysia has the same strength as her, if not more and that she only plays damsel in distress because she likes making Mei happy. She doesn’t think she’ll be able to move an inch for a little while.
“Aren’t you sweet, lying down, looking all pretty for me? My lovely wife,” Elysia croons, kissing Mei’s open mouth. Mei chases her, and Elysia separates herself an inch rather quickly. “Nuh huh, stay still.”
“Ellie…” Mei mumbles, trying to rub her thighs together. “Be nice, okay?”
“I’m always nice to you,” Elysia replies quickly. “But just for tonight, won’t you let me have my way with you?”
And Mei shivers at this, goosebumps rising along her skin. Elysia’s pupils are so dilated, her cheeks are flushed, her mouth is so red… under the moonlight, she looks like an ethereal being, one sent just for Mei to have forever. She wishes she could just make a little nest for herself inside Elysia’s chest, rest next to her heart, just to make sure she will never lose her, this beautiful woman who makes her heart speed up concerningly fast with every kiss, every touch, every scratch of her nails against her naked skin as her hands go lower and lower down her body until her fingers hook on the waistband of her underwear.
“You just have to say the word,” Elysia’s voice is saccharine sweet against her mouth, it almost feels mocking.
To let Elysia have her way…
“Yes,” Mei gives in, whispering her permission into her wife’s lips. Her arms come up to loop around her neck. “Yeah, just tonight.”
“Only tonight?” Elysia pouts and lowers her panties, Mei lifting her hips to let her wife undress her without issue. “Is it my wedding gift?”
“Stop talking,” Mei mumbles. She’s already a little embarrassed at the idea of what’s about to happen. “Do you need help putting it on?”
Elysia sits back and takes Mei’s underwear off, and throws it on the floor with little care. “Later, I’ll take care of you first. It’s okay, baby. Just stay there and look pretty as you always do, won’t you~?”
Mei whines at the compliment and simply has to look away, her hands grabbing Elysia’s. Elysia squeezes back. Their rings clink together, the golden bands already so familiar.
“Mei,” Elysia calls. Mei won’t look at her, but she makes a little noise, showing her that she’s listening. “Mei, thank you.”
Elysia goes back down on top of her, giving her a sweet kiss on the cheek. Mei smiles at this, the display of affection so pure, a contrast of what they’re about to do.
“I love you,” Elysia whispers into her ear. A hand settles between their bodies and moves to where they both want it the most. “You’re never getting rid of me~”
Mei laughs and faces her, their noses brushing. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
Elysia laughs, too, and sinks two fingers into Mei without warning, making her twitch and close her eyes, the sudden fullness nice. Elysia moves them slowly, in and out, preparing her sweetly.
Later on, Mei will be reduced to a mess, her wife finally taking what she has wanted for so long, fucking Mei into the mattress and whispering praises into her ear, giving back everything Mei has given to her for years. They’ll kiss, and cry a little more, and Elysia will take her again and again until Mei has had enough and regains the control she’s always needed, doing her best to put her wife in an equal state. They’ll end up shaky, holding each other under the sheets late into the night, talking until the sun comes out, discussing the wedding, discussing their first time as wives, what is more to come, and Mei will cry of happiness and hold Elysia close to her chest, whispering I love you into her hair, getting a reciprocated I know into her chest, and they’ll be happy.
For now, Elysia fucks her with her fingers with little care as Mei moans with each pump, little ah ah ahs leaving her as she curls her fingers, rubs her expertly.
Mei tightens her hold on Elysia, and Elysia kisses her.
/
(In the afternoon, when they wake up, Mei sits up a little more on the bed, hissing. Her hips are sore, her legs hurt, and the ache is so nice it almost tempts her into giving in again. She pushes the sheets away with her movements and exposes Elysia’s naked body. There’s nail scratches running down her sides, some redder than others. Purple-reddish marks on her shoulders, her arms, her neck and more places hidden away, bite marks on her back.
A masterpiece, if Mei were to name it.
“Oh, my,” she says, still smirking. Elysia’s eyes go wide.
“Is it bad?” Elysia then kneels up and gasps again, holding a hand to her side, near her hips. “Mei, dear god, you can’t just ravage me every time we have sex!”
She complains as if she hadn't fucked Mei silly last night, rendering her useless for a good thirty minutes. Mei says nothing, just shrugs. With a groan, Elysia lets herself fall down into Mei’s lap, her head against her stomach. Mei is left breathless for a moment and Elysia giggles, looking up at her from where she lies.
“Hi love,” Elysia says, voice soft.
“Hello, baby,” Mei replies, same as always.
She keeps looking at Elysia some more, always enamored by the sight of her. There’s a fading hickey on her jawbone and she touches it, then goes down from there to the bite marks on her neck, her throat, down her chest, her sides, feeling the bumps of healing skin under her touch.
“What are you up to?” Elysia asks. One of her hands comes up to grab Mei’s, taking it away.
“Admiring what’s mine.” She gives Elysia a smile, one that makes her blush.
“Me looking like this makes you happy?” Elysia complains, still smiling up at her. “There's simply just no way for you to be gentle with me, hm?”
Mei lowers her head in pretend shame to hide her smile, her own pulse deafening to her ears.
“You like it when I bite,” is all she says.
“I do,” Elysia bemoans. She laces their fingers together, their rings clinking against each other. “Sadly, I do. How will I go out in public today, hm? What do we do?”
Mei pretends to think, staring up at the ceiling as she hums, pursing her lips. In her lap, Elysia shuffles closer and begins kissing Mei’s exposed abdomen, the small little marks that she had left there. Elysia is not innocent here, not by a long shot: the difference between them was that Mei likes to be rough, and Elysia loses herself to it.
Mei clears her throat, flustered when she remembers that Elysia was rough last night, and looks down at her wife again. Elysia is already looking back with a knowing smile on her face.
“What are you thinking of?”
The sun hits her just right, making her look almost angelic, golden light that belongs to her. Mei thinks, if Elysia was a star, she’d be the sun itself.
She’s so happy to have her.
“Nothing,” Mei deflects, bringing a hand down to thread through Elysia’s hair. “Just about how much I love you.”)