First Anniversary

Tommy King drew her wife close in the candlelit bath. Rose petals drifted across the water's surface while steam rose around them. They kissed like they had all night. Whitney slipped the robe from Tommy's shoulders. The silk pooled at her feet. Tommy returned the favor, and both women stood bare in the soft glow. The water welcomed them. They found each other's mouths again, wetter this time, deeper. Suds slid between their bodies as hands roamed freely. Tommy cupped Whitney's breast, thumb circling the nipple until it peaked. Whitney's fingers trailed down Tommy's spine and settled between her legs, stroking slow and sure. The celebration turned urgent. Tommy eased Whitney back against the marble edge while she slid two fingers inside her. Water rippled with each thrust. Whitney's breath hitched, her legs opened wider, heels braced against the tub. She came with a soft cry that echoed against the tiles. Tommy followed moments later, grinding against Whitney's thigh, nails biting into her shoulder. They stayed wrapped around each other until the candles burned low, bodies glowing, hearts synced to one steady rhythm. Happy anniversary, indeed.