Page 102 of Iris Kelly Doesn't Date

“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 shoulderblades, 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, screamedfuck, fuck, fuckinto 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.