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“I am going to die if you do it again.” Heidi’s spent chuckle was enough of an indication that she was done. As she pulled her fingers from Heidi, she let out a low growl, followed by, “Holyfuck.” Iris’s hand was still so wet. She rolled onto her back and let out a very contented sigh. It didn’t take long before Heidi was rolling over. “You are… wow,” she whispered. “Just wow.”

“You liked it, hmm?”

“I loved it.” She ran her fingers lightly down Iris’s sternum to her stomach. “I loved it.” And then her hand was between Iris’s legs. “My turn,” she whispered against the shell of Iris’s ear. “I hope you know how to be quiet.”

“You think you’re going to make me be loud?”

“Oh, honey, I am very good with these.” She pointed to her lips. “And this.” She pointed to her tongue. “And these.” She wiggled her fingers in the air. “Don’t you worry about that.”

CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN

The best orgasms of her life. That’s what those were. Heidi had never had that many in a row before. All she wanted to do was keep going, but she knew her body was done. She couldn’t believe how well Iris had known what she wanted, though. That was a breath of fresh air. She shouldn’t have been surprised. Everything about Iris was a dream come true. She was kind and loving and smart, but, god damn, she was so sensual and purposeful with her touches. Heidi was done questioning Iris’s feelings for her. She had single-handedly managed to make Heidi believe her and also fall for her, completely and unequivocally, in the span of the last hour.

Iris was so tender, so understanding. When Heidi was embarrassed by her body, Iris made her feel like she had the most beautiful body she’d ever seen. When she was self-conscious about her scar, Iris was quick to remind her how astonishing her body was to be able to bring a human life into this world. She knew exactly what to say to calm all of Heidi’s fears and doubts.

And the way she looked? Christ. She’d been with a couple of other women other than Sandy since figuring herself out. Meaningless hook-ups in Chicago, as far away from Vale Park as possible, that she would have never entertained in her other life. But in her new life, they were necessary. For science and research. At least that’s what she told herself.

But not a single one of them, especially Sandy, looked or smelled or tasted how Iris looked, smelled, and tasted. Her body was flawless, her scent was intoxicating, and her taste was orgasmic. Heidi kept thinking the other shoe was going to drop. Something wasn’t going to be right, something was going to throw her off, but with every second that passed, she fell deeper and deeper into Iris.

When she traced her nipple with her tongue and the flesh tightened, Heidi delighted in the fact thatshewas jumping headlong into the abyss, totally unafraid of the way she didn’t know where she would land. In fact, she was so freaking excited she could barely handle it. She kept telling herself to slow down and enjoy the ride—jumping headfirst doesn’t always mean it’s going to end well.

Maybe she’d be able to suck and flick Iris’s nipples for the rest of her life. Maybe she’d be able to feel Iris’s wetness until the end of her days. Maybe she’d be able to hear Iris whispering her name until she took her last breath.

She was holding on to hope.

Was it reckless? Sure. But expecting the worst was foolish, and she was far from foolish.

“Heidi?” Iris’s soft whisper was so lovely.

“Yes?” She was next to Iris’s ear when she responded. She heard Iris suck in a breath. “Are you okay?”

“God, yes, I’m fantastic,” she said with a soft laugh. “I just…”

“You just what?” Heidi kissed her cheek, down her jawline, to her chin, then her lips as she moved her hand across Iris’s toned stomach, over her so warm center, to her wetness. She slid her fingers between her thighs. “What is it?”

“I don’t… don’t want this to be the last time we do this.”

“Stop,” Heidi whispered against Iris’s lips. “Enjoy this. Don’t think about the future.”

“But—”

“No, Iris.” She kissed her again, deeply as she slipped two fingers inside of her. “I won’t let you think like that.”

Iris’s only response was a soft, “God damn, that feels so good.”

“Concentrate on me, on us, not on the future.” She continued to work magic with her fingers, reveling in the sensation of Iris’s warm, wet center and her soft whimpers that were slowly turning into low moans. “Concentrate on my fingers inside of you.”

Iris leaned her head back, exposing her neck, and Heidi took the opportunity to kiss her there, run her tongue from Iris’s chin down to the hollow of her neck. She loved that place on a woman. She loved it even more on Iris. Licking her bare clavicle was just as exciting as feeling the rest of her. Her body was exquisite, including the beauty mark she had on the inside of her thigh, which Heidi kissed. When she finally put her mouth on Iris’s wetness, she heard her pull in a sharp breath. And when she pushed her tongue into her, the low, gutturaloh my fucking godshe released was enough to make Heidi come for the fifth time that night. She replaced her tongue with two fingers and focused her attention on the one area she never needed a map to find. The beauty of sex with women was she never needed instruction. She knew the route like the back of her hand. Was she ever nervous? Sure, but she also realized early on that nerves pushed her to be better.

“I’m going to come.” Iris’s hands were already on Heidi’s head, in her hair, when she whispered those words. It was only seconds later that it happened. She came, and she came hard. Heidi pulled her fingers out and wrapped her arms around Iris’s thighs so she couldn’t pull away. She’d learned that trick from a random woman she met on Tinder. Was she proud of that at the time? Absolutely not. But now? Now she was glad she had that move in her back pocket.

As Iris’s hips came back to the mattress, Heidi moved up her body, found her lips, and kissed her deeply.

“I taste really good on you,” Iris said against Heidi’s lips. “You’re good. Like very, very, very good. Like, are you sure you’re a late-in-life lesbian? Because holyshit.”

She softly laughed as she cupped Iris’s center. “Let’s just be happy I finally figured it out.”

“Fuckin’ preach.”

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