“Please what?” Stevie said against her throat.
“Make me come.”
“Beg me.”
Stevie stilled her grinding and Iris practically went feral with need.
“Fuck, Stevie, please, make me come. Make me come now.”
Stevie licked her throat then, pushed her own hips into Iris’s hand, groaning as she fucked Iris with her thigh. Iris could feel how wet she was, soaking through her underwear and sliding over Stevie’s skin. The smell of sex clouded between them, and Iris had never loved anything more.
She grunted in frustration, rolling her hips for a new angle, rotating her palm over Stevie. The feeling swelled, growing from her lower belly and spreading to her pussy, her fingers and toes.
“Oh my god, yeah,” she said, her orgasm rushing through her. She cried out, gripping Stevie’s hair and yanking, which seemed to be all Stevie needed too. Stevie locked up for a second, groaning into Iris’s neck as she came, hips jolting against Iris’s fingers.
They stayed pressed together for a second, both breathing heavily. Iris had just released Stevie, ready to laugh, and make some sort of sex joke, when Stevie laced her fingers with Iris’s and started pulling her toward the bedroom.
“I don’t think I’m done with you yet,” Stevie said, and Iris was wet all over again.
“That wild frenzy back there wasn’t enough?” Iris asked, tripping after Stevie as she all but ran into Iris’s room.
Stevie pulled her around to face her, hands on her hips. Her eyes searched Iris’s face, expression serious. “Not even close. I’ve wanted this since the moment I saw you. I’ve wanted it all along, I just . . . couldn’t figure it out.”
Iris’s breath tangled in her throat, Me too on the edge of her tongue. She couldn’t get it out though. Those two simple words felt huge, like a confession to some other life.
“Well, I guess you better take what you want, then,” she said instead, smirking at Stevie.
Stevie laughed. “Gladly.”
She kissed Iris once . . . twice, backing her toward the bed. Then Stevie slid her hands down the backs of Iris’s thighs, lifting her in some sex-adrenaline-fueled show of strength. Iris gripped her shoulders as she moved them closer to the bed, then all but tossed Iris onto the mattress.
“Okay, wow,” Iris said, laughing as she bounced and scooted toward the headboard.
Stevie grinned. “Yeah?”
“Very much yeah.”
Stevie crawled onto the bed and slid up her body, straddling her hips and kissing her. She palmed Iris’s tits, thumbs doing that evil pinching move, and Iris was already writhing underneath her.
“You have too many clothes on,” Iris said, panting, pulling at the button on Stevie’s shorts.
“So do you.” Stevie reached behind Iris’s back and undid her bra, nails scraping Iris’s skin as she slid the straps down her arms.
They made quick work of the rest of their clothes and Stevie settled next to Iris, wrapping her arms around her bare waist and kissing her.
They stayed like that for a few minutes, just making out, hands roaming. Finally, Iris couldn’t take it anymore. She needed her mouth on Stevie, on some part she’d never tasted before. She bent her head, tonguing one pink nipple before sucking it into her mouth.
“Shit,” Stevie said, inhaling sharply. Her finger went to Iris’s pussy, and Iris happily opened for her. “God, you’re so wet.”
“I’ve been wet for weeks.”
Stevie laughed. “Me too.”
She trailed her hand through Iris’s folds, then brought her fingers to her mouth, sucking on them while looking Iris dead in the eyes.
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.