“I can do that,” Iris whispered between kisses.
They stayed like that for a second before Iris fit the dildo’s flat circular base into the O-ring, then helped Stevie step through the leg straps.
“This is for you,” Iris said, brandishing a small mint-green bullet vibrator.
“Oh?” Stevie said.
Iris giggled. “Oh, indeed.” Then she slipped the bullet into a little pocket inside the harness, which would rest right near Stevie’s clit. Stevie sucked in a breath when Iris’s finger grazed her pussy and again when Iris flicked the device to life. A gentle vibration rolled over Stevie’s center and down her legs. Iris kissed her, swallowing Stevie’s whimpers as she tightened the harness’s waistband on Stevie’s hips.
“I need you inside me,” Iris said against her mouth, then trailed her fingers over the length of the red cock.
“Do . . . do you need lube?” Stevie asked, trying to breathe normally.
Iris shook her head. “I’m wet enough. The only thing I need is you.”
Stevie gripped Iris’s hips then, pushing her back onto the bed. She followed after her, eyes never leaving Iris’s.
“God, you’re pretty,” Stevie said, hands trailing down Iris’s torso, drinking her in with her fingers.
Iris just smiled, then let her thighs fall open. Her pussy was just as gorgeous, wet and ready, and Stevie couldn’t resist a taste. She leaned down, kissing right where her leg met her hip on one side . . . then the other. Iris made a noise not unlike a growl, back arching, and Stevie slid her tongue up her cunt before closing her mouth around her, kissing and sucking.
“Jesus, Stevie,” Iris said, fisting her hand into Stevie’s hair. “Please.”
“Please, what?” Stevie asked, lifting her head.
“Fuck me now. Please,” Iris said, her eyes squeezed shut, teeth dragging over her bottom lip.
Stevie kissed her once more before sitting up and settling between her thighs. She spread Iris with her fingers, and the sight of her was so goddamn beautiful she nearly came right there. The bullet continued its work, working Stevie into a slow-building frenzy as she trailed her fingers through Iris’s folds.
“You’re so wet,” she said, thumb dipping into her heat and then out again.
Iris’s hips lifted toward the ceiling, and she laughed. “I told you I was. I want you so bad, Stevie.”
Stevie positioned the head of the dildo at Iris’s entrance, leaning down to kiss her.
“You have me,” she said against Iris’s mouth.
“Then fuck me,” Iris said. “Fuck me with your cock, please.”
Stevie leaned up again to focus, relishing the view of the red dildo sliding into Iris’s wet warmth.
Iris moaned, lifted her arms above her head.
“Like this?” Stevie asked.
Iris nodded, whimpered. “More.”
Stevie thrust deeper, a little harder, until Iris arched her back and groaned, “God, yeah. Just like that.”
Iris opened her eyes, her breathing impossibly fast, and grabbed Stevie’s waist.
“Come here,” she said, pulling Stevie fully on top of her. Stevie braced herself on her forearms, kissed Iris as she pumped her hips slowly, loving the feel of Iris’s legs clenching around her waist, of Iris panting into her mouth.
“You like that?” Stevie said, rolling her pelvis upward. “You like my cock inside you?”
Iris bucked her own hips, wordless moans and whimpers spilling from her gorgeous mouth. “Yeah,” she finally managed to say. “Yeah, like that, fuck me, oh my god.”
Stevie worked faster, sweat beading on her forehead, the bullet shoving her toward her own edge as she buried her face in Iris’s neck, between her tits, kissing her mouth as she drove into Iris harder, giving her everything she asked for.
“Oh . . . fuck . . . yeah . . .” Iris said. “I’m going to come.”
“Do it,” Stevie said, so close herself. “Come on my cock.”
“Fuck, Stevie, I . . .”
Iris’s entire body clenched and then shuddered as she yelled at the ceiling as she came, fingernails digging into the skin at Stevie’s hips. Stevie kept pumping, fucking Iris until Stevie’s legs started to tremble, her own orgasm rushing toward her like an ocean wave in a hurricane.
“Shit,” she said, pressing her face to Iris’s neck, fingers curling into the sheets as she broke against Iris, vision going dark for a split second as she groaned.
Still, neither of them slowed their pace. Iris’s thighs viced around Stevie, her hands gripping Stevie’s ass and shoving her up and down, deeper into Iris, harder onto Stevie’s bullet.
“Don’t stop,” she said, so Stevie didn’t. She kept moving, kept fucking, until they both came again in a string of swears and moans. Stevie bit down on Iris’s shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, and Iris rasped out her name, the most gorgeous sound Stevie had ever heard.
“Holy fuck,” Iris said, her voice barely audible as her lungs heaved for air.
Stevie just pressed her face against Iris’s damp throat. She didn’t think she could speak, let alone move. Iris’s hand squeezed her ass once before moving upward, fingertips drifting over her back and neck and into her hair.
“I think I’m dead,” Stevie finally managed to say. “You killed me, Kelly.”
Iris laughed, hooked her leg higher on Stevie’s hips. “Death by dildo. Not a bad way to go.”
Stevie lifted her head, kissed her once. “Not a bad way at all.”
She slid out of Iris, then unbuckled the harness and turned off the bullet before dropping everything on the floor so she could wrap Iris in her arms.
“I hope my neighbors aren’t home,” Iris said, settling against her, sighing happily as she hooked one arm around Stevie’s waist.
“Oh my god,” Stevie said. “If they are, they just got an auditory show.”
“Hell yeah, they did,” Iris said, grinning. “It’s a couple. Sweet, in their mid-forties, I think.”
She leaned in to kiss Stevie. They stayed like that for a while, chest to chest, just kissing and touching. Iris had just rolled on top of her, whispering in her ear how much she wanted to taste her when they heard it.
The distinct sound of a headboard slamming rhythmically against a wall, the muffled moaning of a woman in the throes of pleasure. They both froze, eyes wide on each other as Iris’s neighbors—whose bedroom must align with Iris’s—had very loud sex.
“Oh my god,” Iris said, covering her mouth as she and Stevie both busted up laughing.
“I guess that answers the question of if they heard us or not,” Stevie said.
“I bet we can out-moan them,” Iris said, one eyebrow raised.
Stevie grinned. “Oh, hell yes we can.”
And they spent the next hour proving it.
LATER, AFTER THEY had slow, languid sex on Iris’s living room couch, popcorn abandoned on the coffee table and 13 Going on 30 playing unwatched on the TV, they laid curled together in Iris’s bed.
Stevie was the little spoon, just like she liked. She loved the feel of another person—of Iris—surrounding her, hemming her in. But as the minutes ticked by and she felt Iris grow heavy with sleep, she couldn’t seem to quiet her brain down.