Stevie shrugged. “Lucky guess? They’re all over your planners. Also, the name. I figured you’d love the name.”
Iris laughed, plucking a single blossom from the jar and twirling it in her fingers. “I do. Plus, they look like vulvas, which I’m all about.”
Stevie threw her head back and laughed. “You are a true romantic, Iris Kelly.”
“Look at them!” Iris thrust a flower toward her. “You can’t deny they look like puss—”
“Okay, flower girl,” Stevie said, taking the iris from her and holding it to her nose. Then she tucked it behind Iris’s ear and pulled her close. “Full disclosure, Claire might have let the florist in.”
Iris pressed her mouth flat, but Stevie could tell she was fighting a smile. “Claire.”
“She’s a romantic like me.”
Iris shook her head, but she pulled Stevie closer. “I love this surprise.” Her breath fluttered against Stevie’s mouth.
“You already said that.”
“Yeah, but now I really, really love it.”
Stevie smiled, her heart buoyant and strong under her ribs.
“What’s your favorite flower?” Iris asked.
Stevie gazed at all the irises. “Tulips. Yellow ones.”
“Why?”
Stevie shrugged. “I don’t know. They’re simple, but strong, you know? Like, their petals are really thick and sturdy. I like that, withstanding wind and weather.”
Iris smiled, then sighed as she looked around the room. “How did you afford all this? Flowers are expensive. And the hot-air balloon, and the winery—everything we’ve done over the last couple of weeks. It’s too much, Stevie.”
Stevie swallowed but shook her head. “Nothing is too much for you.”
Iris just stared at her for a few seconds, her chest moving up and down rapidly. Then she smoothed Stevie’s hair back, slipping her fingers into the curls and cradling Stevie’s head. “Take me to bed right now.”
“As you wish,” Stevie said, feeling both cheesy and romantic and wild with desire all at the same time. She decided to lean in to it, and promptly scooped Iris into her arms in a bridal carry.
Iris laughed as Stevie walked them down the hallway. “Oh my god, who are you, Wonder Woman?”
“I’m skinny but wiry,” Stevie said, angling them into Iris’s room.
“Hot as fuck,” Iris said as Stevie set her down near the foot of the bed.
Stevie expected them to go at each other then, the wildness from earlier in the night finally overtaking them, but they both just stood there, watching each other, breathing heavily. It was erotic and sweet all at once, the way Iris looked at her, and she never wanted it to end.
She stepped closer, then bent down, lifting Iris’s knee-length sundress to her hips. She had on a pair of plain sky-blue cotton bikinis, and Stevie had never seen anything so sexy.
“Hold this,” she said, taking Iris’s fingers and wrapping them around the hem of the dress. Then she sank to her knees, knocking Iris’s legs apart, hands sliding up her smooth thighs. She put her mouth on her, right over her underwear.
“Oh god,” Iris said, her head falling back. “Fuck, Stevie.”
Stevie kissed her, nipped with her teeth, tongue swirling over the wet spot at her center and tasting her through the cotton.
Iris’s free hand dived into Stevie’s hair, clenching tight around the locks as she gasped more obscenities. Stevie lapped at her, ready to make her come right there, but when she pulled Iris’s underwear aside, her tongue licking up her bare pussy, Iris’s grip tightened, and she pulled Stevie’s mouth free.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Iris said, urging Stevie to stand.
“You okay?” Stevie asked.
“Yeah,” Iris said, letting her dress fall so she could pull off Stevie’s tank top. “But I want something else first.”
Stevie grinned as Iris pulled at Stevie’s bralette too, fingers brushing her small breasts. “Anything.”
“Good girl,” Iris said, grinning as she dipped her head to suck one of Stevie’s nipples into her mouth.
Stevie hissed a breath, arching her back to give Iris better access. Iris unbuttoned Stevie’s jeans, sloughing them off her legs. Stevie’s foot got stuck for a second, and they both laughed as she collapsed onto the bed, feet kicking at the infernal garment.
“Much better,” Iris said, hurling her own dress into a dark corner and unhooking her bra.
“Efficient,” Stevie said, eyes scanning Iris’s goddess-like tits. “I like it.” She pulled Iris down onto the bed, then slid her underwear down her legs. Stevie’s own boxer briefs soon followed, and she braced herself above Iris, kissing her stomach, tongue gliding upward to her breasts, nipples already hard for her.
“You taste so good,” she said, hands palming Iris’s tits as she lapped at her peaks. “Tell me what you want.”
Iris didn’t answer right away, her own hands trailing down Stevie’s stomach to her pussy, fingers exploring through damp curls and into her folds.
“Fuck,” Stevie said, pressing her forehead between Iris’s breasts.
“I want you to fuck me,” Iris said, even as she pressed her fingers even harder into Stevie, making her wild with want.
Stevie managed to lift her head. “There’s no doubt about that.” She removed Iris’s hand from between her legs, licking them clean.
“Jesus,” Iris said, her pupils blowing wide.
“Tell me,” Stevie said between licks, “what you want.”
Iris laughed. “You’re definitely a switch—you know that, right? The top energy coming off of you right now is about to make me come right here.”
Stevie’s grin was so wide, her cheeks ached. She wasn’t sure why, but Iris seeing this, seeing her, after so many years of Adri not seeing anything, was the definition of happy.
“Okay,” Stevie said, kissing her sternum, eyes still on hers. “Then my top side is ordering you to tell me what you want. Now, Iris.”
Iris squirmed underneath her, laughed. “Have you ever worn a strap-on?”
Stevie paused, lifted her head. Adri had worn one, of course, and Stevie always enjoyed it, but she’d never worn one herself. Adri usually took charge in bed, and Stevie came every time, so she never complained, hardly even thought about it. Now, though, with Iris looking down at her, that impish gleam in her eyes, her hips circling underneath her, Stevie was instantly soaked at the thought of pushing into Iris, making her scream and pant like that.
Of being the one in control.
“I haven’t,” Stevie said. “But I really, really want to.”
Iris’s brow lifted. “Good.” She nudged gently at Stevie, who released her so she could get up. Then she opened her bedside table and took out a black nylon harness and a sparkly red dildo. It was smooth, curved just slightly at the tip, and made Stevie immediately clench her legs together.
“That’s . . . large,” she said.
Iris laughed. “Are you okay wearing the harness? Everything’s clean.”
“Yeah,” Stevie said, getting up onto her knees and scooting to the side of the bed where Iris stood. “Though you’ll have to show me how to put it on.” She rested her hands on Iris’s hips and pressed their mouths together.