Ariel whimpered, hands fisting in the cushions. "God, Hols—every kiss feels like a match on dry wood. I’m burning."

  She moved slowly, reverently, making her way downward, lips pressing into the soft give of Ariel’s flesh. The lower she went, the more Ariel trembled, her thighs squeezing slightly, her body caught between aching need and surrender.

  “You’re so beautiful like this,” Holly whispered, her voice husky against the skin just above Ariel’s navel. “So soft. So full. So fat. You’re perfect, Red.”

  Ariel whimpered, breath shallow, her thighs twitching.

  Holly’s hands slid down along the outside of those thighs, then back up to her belly again, giving it another deep, sensual squeeze. Her thumbs pressed against the underside, lifting the heavy swell just slightly as she leaned in and kissed lower—just above where her body began to ache for more.

  She paused there, her breath ghosting hot across Ariel’s skin.

  “Tell me you want this,” Holly whispered, lips barely brushing the edge of a promise.

  Ariel’s voice was wrecked, desperate.

  “God, Holly—please.”

  Ariel gasped the words through parted lips, her fingers gripping the cushion as if it could anchor her through the storm building inside. Her breath came quick and shallow, the heat between them molten, unbearable.

  “I need your hands on me,” she choked out. “I need your mouth, your fingers—anything. Everything. Just take me, Hols. Please.”

  Holly didn’t speak. She spread Ariel's thighs wide and pushed her hand to the underside of Ariel's belly. she anchored herself there, her mouth brushing the inside of Ariel's thigh. Each kiss, each nibble made Ariel twitch and moan.

  “Look at you,” Holly murmured between kisses, her voice ragged with reverence and need. “Stuffed full and trembling for me.”

  Ariel moaned, her whole body responding with heat and helplessness. “You make me feel like I’m all that exists. Like I’m not too much… like I’m more.”

  “You are more,” Holly whispered, her voice low and trembling with restraint. “And I’m going to show you.”

  Holly moved her lips up Ariel's inner thighs until she reached where they met, wet and wanting. Tightening her grip on Ariel's belly to make her moan loudly, she slid her tongue in and out slowly. Repeatedly. With each movement, she could hear Ariel's moans grow in volume and length, which only drive Holly more wild. She began moving her tongue in circles inside and out, feeling Ariel getting wetter and wetter.

  "Oh my god, Hols...Please..." Ariel cried out between breathy moans, "Please! Harder...! I'm so close! I'm about to c..."

  Holly worked her tongue faster and more deliberate as Ariel's pleading words reached her. She tightened her grip on Ariel's belly above and moved it back and forth to match the motion of Ariel's bucking hips.

  In a sound of complete unrestrained pleasure, Ariel screamed out a high-pitched moan as her orgasm came fast and hard. Holly never stopped, even as Ariel's thighs came dangerously close to clamping shut around her head. She guided Ariel through the orgasm, matching her rhythm as it cascaded and tapered. Until, at last, Ariel went still, slumped back and breathing heavy.

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  The afterglow came like the ebb of a wave—slow, warm, and laced with lingering tremors. Holly pulled herself up with care, brushing her hair back behind her ears, her breathing heavy but steady. Ariel lay slack against the couch cushions, chest heaving, her skin dewy with sweat and flushed from throat to cheekbones. Her thighs still trembled faintly, her belly rising and falling in soft, full movements as her breath came back in shallow waves.

  Holly leaned over and kissed the curve of Ariel’s belly with reverence, her lips barely brushing the skin. “You’re radiant,” she whispered. “I hope you know that.”

  Ariel’s voice was faint, wrecked and tender. “I feel like I’ve melted into the couch.”

  Holly chuckled, brushing a thumb gently along the underside of Ariel’s breast, her hand trailing across the warm, expanse of her belly like she was tracing something holy. “Good. That’s exactly what I was going for.”

  Ariel let out a soft laugh, breathless still. “I thought the anniversary surprise was supposed to be mine.”

  “It was,” Holly said, nuzzling the curve of Ariel’s side. “And you blew my mind, Red. That dance… your outfit… that look in your eyes. You don’t even know what you do to me.”

  Ariel smiled, eyes fluttering half-closed as Holly’s fingertips resumed their slow worship—brushing up and down her thighs, sketching invisible circles into the softest parts of her hips, her belly, her sides.

  “I wanted you to see me the way you always make me feel,” Ariel said, voice fragile and full of emotion. “Confident. Beautiful. Worthy of being touched. Desired.”

  “I’ve always seen you that way,” Holly replied, her voice thick with love. “Even before you did. You’re everything to me, Ariel. Every inch. Every sound you make. Every curve I get to kiss.”

  Ariel blinked back tears, too full to speak. Instead, she reached out and cupped Holly’s face, pulling her into a gentle kiss, slow and full of gratitude.

  When they parted, Holly pressed her forehead against Ariel’s again, breathing her in.

  “Happy anniversary,” Holly murmured.

  “Happy anniversary,” Ariel whispered back.

  They stayed like that for a long moment, wrapped in the candlelight and each other’s breath. Then Ariel’s fingers slid down from Holly’s jaw to her collarbone, and further, tracing gently along the soft swell of Holly’s stomach. She smiled, lazy and full of affection.

  “You know,” she murmured, “you’ve put on a little weight this year.”

  Holly raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Collateral weight,” she said without shame. “Side effect of feeding you like a queen and cuddling you every night.”

  Ariel’s fingers made slow circles across the gentle roundness just beneath Holly’s ribs. “God, I love it,” she whispered. “I love you like this.” Her eyes drank Holly in—her flushed cheeks, tousled hair, the softness that had crept into her frame. “You’re so hot, Hols. So completely beautiful I can’t stand it.”

  She leaned in and kissed along Holly’s jaw, then whispered against her skin, “You always worship my body… but I don’t say it enough: yours drives me wild.”

  Holly flushed, the compliment settling somewhere deep in her chest.

  Ariel’s hands roamed gently now, exploring, pausing to squeeze the little curve of softness at Holly’s sides. “This. Right here. This is mine,” she whispered. “And I love every part of it. Every soft bit. Every curve. Every breath.”

  Holly exhaled slowly, eyes fluttering closed.

  “You make me feel seen,” she whispered.

  “You are seen,” Ariel replied. “And I never want you to forget how unbelievably sexy you are to me.”

  Ariel gently nudged Holly back, guiding her until she was lying comfortably against the couch cushions. Then Ariel followed, slowly, her body moving over Holly’s, warm and heavy and full. She lowered herself down with intention, her belly spreading gently against Holly’s middle, her curves settling against her wife like a weighted embrace.

  Holly let out a low, happy sigh, her arms wrapping instinctively around Ariel’s back.