I try to smooth over my suddenly needy request with a bargaining chip. “You could bring Cleo over here.”
Rather than impressing her with my sweet generosity, I think I just creeped her out. Iris sits up and runs both hands through her hair, letting out a huff of air. A cold void appears where her skin left mine, and I get the feeling I’ve gone too far.
“Iris, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push—”
“No, no, it’s not pushy. I just don’t know if I’m ready for that.” She scoots off my lap to the next cushion over and turns to face me. “Every night is … a lot. It’s a lot to think about, a lot to consider. Yeah, there’s Cleo, but there’s also things like my clothes and furniture, my office, what to do with my house when I’m not there … And then there’s Karen. She’d never leave us alone if I was here every night. She’d probably find some obscure HOA rule that we’ve both violated and stick us with some hefty fines.”
I don’t give a flying fuck about fines, but I bite my tongue before saying anything else. I don’t want to dig a deeper hole for myself until I’ve heard her out.
“Maybe … Maybe we could go about this a little slower. Maybe noteverynight, but weekends? Sure. The occasional weeknight, provided neither of us has any important deadlines or meetings the next day.” Her eyes flit back and forth, searching mine. “Would that be okay?”
I won’t lie and say I’m not disappointed, but I appreciate her honesty. “Sure. We can start slow.”
The smile that follows warms me to my core.
Iris takes my hands and stands up, pulling me from the couch. “Come on. Let’s clean up the wine glasses and go to bed. It’s been a long day.”
That’s an understatement. The early start, the lines at the zoo, Hailey wandering off … It’s no wonder Iris is tired. My poor girl has been through it today. I kiss her cheek before snatching up both wine glasses. “Go on ahead upstairs; I’ll clean up down here and meet you in the bedroom.”
Her grateful smile is everything.
I spend the next few minutes tidying up downstairs to give her some time to unwind and get settled in bed. I may have given her too much time, though, because when I get upstairs she’s already tucked herself in, blankets pulled up to her chin. I flip off the lights and strip down to my boxers in the dark then creep to the bed as quietly as possible. When I slip in under the covers, I notice her back is to me. Scooting closer, I play Big Spoon and curl up behind her, laying my arm across her and stroking her cheek.
Now, maybe it’s because she’s all bundled up in the covers, or maybe it’s just because I’m exhausted, but it takes a solid ten minutes of cuddling for me to notice something:
She’s not wearing anything under the blankets.
It starts out slow. As my body reacts to the knowledge that I’m spooning a naked Iris, the hand stroking her cheek feels her grin. She wiggles her hips back into mine, and the friction makes my dick twitch against her. I can’t see anything in the pitch black with the lights off and the curtains pulled, but my memory fills in the blanks. The smooth skin. The curves.
Bit by bit, I pull the blankets down, exposing Iris’s shoulder. I start kissing her back while I pull more and more of the covers off her. My lips follow the edge of her shoulder blade to her neck as my hand traces the swell of her breast. Underneath the covers, her leg slides up over mine. From this position I could easily take advantage, and I wonder if that isn’t ultimately her goal. Sly little minx. I maneuver my other hand between us and down to my boxers. After a bit of fumbling, I get the waist pulled down below my hips. My cock now rests against her wet folds. I rock my hips back and forth, coating it in her fragrant juices.
While grinding against her, I simultaneously nip her earlobe and pinch her hard nipple. Iris gasps and shudders. Her back arches, and she whimpers.
“You like that, baby? You like it when I tease you?”
She doesn’t answer. Instead, she reaches between her legs and starts to rub herself, her fingers brushing against my cock in the process and sending jolts of pleasure through me. Though I can’t see her touching herself in the darkness, it’s enough to know she’s doing it. The aroma of her sex, the wet sounds it makes …
“God, Iris, that’s hot. Yeah, finger that pussy. Get yourself nice and wet for me.”
“Micah …” My name trails off into a sigh, and she starts to squirm. Her fingers move faster, lightning speed, and before long her hand freezes as her body jerks with the spasmic orgasm she’s given herself.
“There you go, Iris. Good girl. Now let me take care of you.”
With the guidance of her damp hand, I slide inside her, coming to rest in the place that feels like home. I give myself a moment to enjoy the aftershocks still pulsating inside her before I go back to rocking my hips. I love this position. I get to have her round ass tight against me while my hands are free to explore every inch of her as we fuck. I stroke and squeeze her breasts, toy with her nipples, run my palm down her flat stomach … It’s almost sensory overload. I brush my thumb against her swollen clit, and she jerks—inside and out.
That does it. I mutter a curse as my balls tighten before I’m ready. I shoot my load into her, and I curse again as my dick tells me in no uncertain terms that it’s done for the night.
Fuck.
Iris pants, her chest heaving, but she hasn’t come yet. “Micah? Everything okay?”
I bury my face in her shoulder, unable to face her even in the dark. “No,” I moan. This is so fucking embarrassing.
She tries to turn towards me, but with my arms wrapped around her, I’ve got her pinned. “Micah, what is it?”
Do I have to answer that? “It’s … nothing.” Just my dick being selfish. Hogging all the orgasms instead of sharing them. Fucking asshole of a cock.
“Why’d you stop?”
