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.
“You’re awake.”
“Finally,” Stevie said. “Sorry I slept so long.”
“I exhausted you that much, huh?” Iris said, smirking.
Stevie laughed, but she didn’t say anything. It was certainly true that they’d both worn each other out last night, but she didn’t want sex jokes right now.
She wanted Iris in the bed, in her arms.
She wanted to kiss her good morning, make her come soft and slow, and then go out for brunch while holding her hand down the sidewalk.
The thoughts flipped through her mind like a picture book, one scene after another, quick and sure and surprising.
“What are you drawing?” she asked.
Iris clicked the iPad dark, slipped her stylus into its holder. “Nothing. Just . . . messing around.”
Stevie patted the empty spot next to her. “Come back to bed, then.”
Iris frowned, didn’t move.
Stevie’s throat went tight. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Iris said, then tilted her head at Stevie. “So . . . what happened last night? With Jenna?”
Stevie managed a smile. “I thought I already told you.”
“No. You blasted into my apartment, said something super cheesy and romantic, and then fucked me sideways. Multiple times.”
Stevie blushed, memories from last night rushing through her. “Not sideways. I distinctly remember your amazing body in various positions, but none of them sideways.”
Iris laughed. “You know what I mean.”
Stevie tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “Jenna was nice. I knew I’d be safe with her, so you were right there. And, I don’t know, maybe, if the timing were different, I’d be really into her.”
Iris’s brows pushed together, just a little. “But?”
“But I was in her apartment and I just . . . couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
“Really?” There was no sentimentality in the word. No excitement or happiness. Just wonder, as though Iris were waiting for Stevie to laugh and say, April Fools.
Stevie propped herself up on her elbow. “Really, Iris. Is that so hard to believe?”
Iris pressed her mouth flat, but then smiled. Laughed. “I mean, I am a pretty amazing screw.”
Stevie frowned. “Don’t. Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Treat yourself like you’re nothing but a piece of ass.”