Iris groaned. “Okay, so, you’re a secret sex goddess, is that it?”
“You think so?” Stevie said between sucks.
“I mean, Jesus,” Iris said, watching Stevie’s mouth.
“It’s easy with you,” Stevie’s expression going serious and soft. She leaned in and kissed Iris gently, arms wrapping around her waist. “It’s so easy with you.”
Iris laughed, but something went a little tight in her chest. She shook it off, focused on the feel of Stevie’s mouth on her neck.
“You taste fucking amazing,” Stevie said.
Iris could only fight to get enough air into her lungs, because goddamn.
“I need to taste more of you,” Stevie said, inhaling deeply against Iris’s neck. “Right now.”
“Yeah,” Iris said, head flopping onto her pillow. “Yeah, that’d be . . . that’d be—”
But she barely got another word out before Stevie rolled her onto her stomach, then straddled the backs of her thighs.
“Fuck, Iris,” she said, fingers scraping down Iris’s back to her ass. “I’m not the one who’s a goddess here.”
Iris grinned at her over her shoulder—a grin that promptly became a moan when Stevie’s mouth touched between her shoulder blades, working her way down slowly. Her tongue was warm, wet, and Iris couldn’t help undulating her hips, pressing her butt into the air, seeking more friction.
“Patience,” Stevie said, her mouth reaching Iris’s lower back. “God, your ass is a work of art,” she said before her teeth scraped Iris’s left cheek.
Iris sucked in a breath, hips swirling.
Stevie pushed Iris’s legs apart, hands grabbing her hips to lift Iris up onto her knees. Then she pushed Iris between her shoulders so Iris’s face rested against the mattress, her backside in the air.
“Okay?” Stevie asked.
“Fuck yes,” Iris said, her voice pathetically breathy and needy. She didn’t give one shit how desperate she sounded though. She’d never been this fucking horny in her life.
“Thank Christ,” Stevie said, and then her mouth was on Iris again, tongue and teeth traveling over her ass cheeks, fingers massaging and spreading. As her lips got closer to Iris’s center, Iris couldn’t keep herself quiet. She panted, groaned, screamed fuck, fuck, fuck into her pillow, fingers curling around her sheets.
Stevie’s mouth finally found its target, kissing Iris’s pussy, then trailing her tongue upward along the seam in Iris’s backside—just once, but it was enough to cause a flood to Iris’s cunt, enough to pull more obscenities from her throat. After that, Stevie focused on Iris’s sex, mouth kissing and tongue licking, swirling. She dipped a finger into Iris, then another, pumping them in and out while she sucked on Iris’s clit for only a second before moving on to exploring Iris’s folds.
“Oh my god,” Iris said, her second orgasm building. “Fuck.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes. Stevie, oh my god, yes.”
Stevie spread her ass wider and sucked her clit hard into her mouth. “Do you need to come?”
“So badly. Oh my god,” Iris said, but her voice was a squeal, bordering on a scream.
Stevie’s tongue was wild now, impossible to track, slipping into Iris, then out, replaced with fingers, then swirling over her clit before her mouth closed over Iris’s whole pussy. Iris was dizzy, sure she was about to literally pass out if she didn’t come soon, so she begged, her voice almost unrecognizable to her own ears.
Please.
Yeah.
Now, please, Stevie.
And Stevie complied. She slid two fingers inside Iris again, curling them toward Iris’s front in a move that had Iris slamming one hand against her mattress. Stevie fucked Iris with her fingers and her mouth, tongue circling her clit as her mouth sucked and sucked and sucked . . .
“Fuck, shit, oh my god,” Iris screamed, face pressed into the bed as she yelled even more, wave after wave of pleasure cresting and crashing, only to crest and crash again.
It felt like forever before she came back to herself. Stevie kissed her center, gently, then her thighs and her backside, before Iris slumped down on her stomach, chest heaving for air.
“So,” Stevie said, sliding in next to her. “I take it that was good?”
Iris rolled over to face her, laughing as she still struggled for air. “Are you fucking kidding me? Who the hell are you?”
Stevie laughed, her cheeks red, her mouth glistening with Iris’s wetness. Iris leaned forward and kissed her clean while Stevie’s hips circled against Iris’s leg. Iris slid her hand between Stevie’s thighs, relishing how soaked her curls were. Stevie grabbed Iris’s wrist, pushing her hand to her pussy even harder.
“I got you,” Iris said, dragging her fingers up Stevie’s cunt, spreading her wetness to her clit. “Do you like penetration?”
“Yeah, sometimes. But I don’t need it,” Stevie said, her eyes closed, teeth biting her lip. “Just . . . just rub me, please.”
“Happily,” Iris said, spreading Stevie’s legs wider for better access. Stevie lifted her arms above her head, moaning at the ceiling as Iris leaned in and closed her mouth around her nipple. She sucked as she played with Stevie’s pussy, dipping her fingers into her wet folds, barely grazing her clit before moving away.
Stevie groaned, lifting her hips. “Iris.”
“What? This torture is only fair,” Iris said, swirling her tongue over Stevie’s nipple. “Were you there for what you just did to me?”
“I was,” Stevie said, her voice raspy. “And I’ll fucking do it again.”
Iris laughed, blowing a puff of air over Stevie’s now damp peak. “I look forward to that, but for now, you get to beg me.”
Stevie hissed a breath as Iris circled her clit, then dipped back into her folds, again and again and again until Stevie was practically whimpering.
“Iris, fuck, please,” she said, her words barely audible.
Iris sucked at her nipple again, teeth and tongue, her fingers finally giving Stevie what she wanted. She kept her fingers on Stevie’s cunt, pressing the heel of her palm down on her clit, rubbing harder and harder and harder until Stevie tensed and broke, hips reaching for the sky, the sexiest moan Iris had ever heard falling out of her mouth.
Iris waited until Stevie’s body stilled, her fingers trailing lazily through Stevie’s pussy until Stevie’s breathing regulated. Then she settled at Stevie’s side, arm slung over her bare stomach.
“Good?” Iris asked.
Stevie laughed, but it was a watery sound, and she swiped at her cheeks. Iris propped herself up on her elbow, peered at Stevie’s face. Tears were definitely swelling into her eyes.
“Shit. Are you okay?”
Stevie laughed again, waved a hand through the air. “I’m fine, I promise. Take this as a compliment.”
Iris frowned. “What?”
“Really good orgasms?” Stevie said. “They, yeah, sometimes make me cry. But in a good way. Like, in an overabundance of feelings way.”
Iris’s shoulders relaxed. “You’re sure?”
Stevie smiled, and it was a real smile, crinkling the corners of her eyes and everything. She cupped Iris’s face and brought her down to her mouth for a kiss. “I’m sure,” she said against her lips.
“In fact,” Stevie said, rolling Iris onto her back. “I’m already thinking about crying again.”
Iris laughed, wrapped her leg around Stevie’s hips, and didn’t think about anything else but making this woman weep for the rest of the night.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
STEVIE WOKE SLOWLY, her body filled with that exhausted boneless feeling she’d only experienced a few times with Adri. Outside, rain sluiced down the windows, turning Iris’s bedroom cozy and gray and soft.
She turned to look at Iris, ready to fully watch her sleep now without any embarrassment attached, but Iris’s side of the bed was empty. Instead, Iris was curled in the chair by the window, her iPad in her lap, stylus moving across the screen. Stevie watched her for a second, wondering what was on the page. She knew Iris drew, had even checked out her Etsy shop, but she’d never seen a full illustration, just tiny flowers and vines and other such doodles that filled her digital planners and stickers.
“Hey,” Stevie said, and Iris startled.