“I certainly fucking want to.” Heidi could barely catch her breath as she fixed her pajama top.
“So…” Iris groaned. “Now what?”
“We try to sleep.”
“That’s never going to happen.”
Heidi’s entire body was on fire, and her vagina was pulsating. She studied Iris’s profile in the darkness. “Okay then.”
Iris lifted her head. “What?”
“Come here.”
“Really?”
“Yes,” Heidi said as she reached out and pulled Iris toward her. “Really.”
She captured Iris’s lips, kissed her as deeply and passionately as she knew how to, and hoped like hell she wasn’t making the biggest mistake of her life.
CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX
Heidi’s body was fantastic. She had curves and stretch marks and imperfections that made her infinitely more attractive. Everything about her. Her skin, her thighs, her ass. Trying to focus was proving to be very difficult. She wanted to memorize all of her all at once. It wasn’t possible, but damn, was she trying.
Touching her in the bakery bathroom had been exciting, clandestine, really fucking excellent. But being able to study her, map out every inch of her body, and feel her was a million times more electrifying. Stripping her pajama top off, ripping her panties off, biting her in places she hadn’t seen but had dreamed about, tasting the sweetness of the sweat on her skin, all of it was incredible.
Iris was having a hard time not getting lost in the sensation. She grounded herself with touches. Lots and lots of touches. She promised herself she was going to remember every single inch of Heidi’s body. The softness of her sides, the firmness of her abdominal muscles, her delicate underarm, the suppleness of her ass, the silkiness of her breasts. She slid her knee between Heidi’s thighs, pressed against her warm center, and delighted in the sensation of Heidi grinding into her. She was on top, which gave Iris access to her breasts, which were in front of her face. She moved her hands up Heidi’s sides, over her back, dragged her nails across her smooth skin around to her breasts.
“God damn,” she whispered as she massaged them both. Heidi’s soft moans were so fucking hot. She tweaked each nipple, and Heidi arched her back into the touch. She delighted in the fact that with each passing second, Heidi’s arousal was more and more apparent. She propped herself up and took a nipple into her mouth, flicked it lightly with her tongue before biting down lightly on it. Heidi gasped, and Iris pressed her knee harder into her. She did the same to her other nipple, and Heidi grinded even harder onto her thigh. She moved her leg and slid her hand between Heidi’s thighs.
“You’re so fucking wet,” she whispered against her breasts.
“You do that to me,” she whispered. “I’ve never…” She stopped when Iris slid her fingers through her wetness, to her opening, and dipped one inside. She moaned low and deep, and spread her legs a little wider. She leaned back into a kneeling position. Her hair had fallen over her shoulder and Heidi like that, her bare breasts round and full, her erect nipples, her slightly darker areolas, her flat stomach, her C-section scar she said was from Zac, was the sexiest thing Iris had ever seen in her entire life. She pushed two fingers inside of her, and Heidi leaned her head back. Iris pushed her fingers deeper.
“I want to get my mouth on you.”
“I am not going to stop you,” Heidi said with a soft laugh.
“Come here.” Iris pulled Heidi to the edge of the bed. She raised her brows as she kneeled on the floor in front of her. “Put your feet here”—she lifted each leg and hooked it over her shoulders—“and lie back.”
Heidi did as she was told. As soon as Iris leaned in and put her mouth on her, she knew she would never want another person for the rest of her life. Heidi was it. Heidi was all she would ever need for as long as she lived. She tasted sweet and lovely, and when she pushed her tongue inside her, the way Heidi’s voice sounded as she whispered,Yes, yes, yes,was enough to makehercome as well. She found her clit easily and started to pay as much attention as possible to it. She wasn’t trying to give her the best orgasm of her life. She was simply trying to show Heidi how much she loved her. How much she meant to her. How much she never wanted to lose her. And, for whatever reason, Iris knew she could do it this way.
When Heidi pulled a pillow over her face and moaned into it as she came, Iris was pleased with herself. She pushed two fingers into her while she came, and Heidi shouted again into the pillow. She gently thrust while continuing to flick her clit. Another orgasm mounted—Iris could feel it, felt Heidi tighten, felt her shaking, felt her coming so hard that her hips rose off the bed and she babbled nonsense into the pillow. She didn’t stop until Heidi pulled herself away and rolled onto her side. Iris’s fingers were still inside of her, though, and when she stroked them against her inner walls, she heard Heidi’s soft whimpers.
“If you keep going, you’re going to make me come again.”
Iris moved as carefully as possible, her fingers inside her the entire time, until she was behind Heidi on the bed. “Oh yeah?” Her arched position gave Iris the perfect angle to do exactly as Heidi had said, tokeep going. She pulled her fingers out the tiniest of amounts, then pushed them back in, again and again, all while pressing herself against Heidi’s back. She was breathing so heavily. Her body was sticky with sweat. It was marvelous.
“God, Iris,” Heidi whispered, her hips were rolling, then stilled as another orgasm hit her. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Her voice was muffled this time by the comforter.
“Again? Or are you done?”
“Keep going,” she whispered. “Please.”
Iris did as asked, pushing into her. “If I had a strap-on I would fuck you until you begged me to stop.”
“Jesus Christ,” Heidi panted as she turned her head. “Let’s definitely get one of those.”
Iris chuckled as she continued. It didn’t take long before Heidi came again. It wasn’t as hard as the others, but her muscles still tightened around her fingers. “You are so fucking hot,” she whispered against Heidi’s back. “I could do this all night.”