Page 122 of Iris Kelly Doesn't Date

“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, seeingher, 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.

“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.