“Was that good?” Keith asked.
“The best thing I’ve ever felt in my life,” Iris said with absolute honesty. “Come to bed with me?”
“Absolutely.” He almost tripped over his own discarded clothes in his haste to get to his feet.
Iris felt a return of that spectacular sense of power. It kept surprising her that she had him this excited.
It was time to get some evidence of that excitement up close and personal.
... Then she realized she didn’t know if you had sex on top of the comforter or if you were supposed to tug it off first. She settled for yanking it aside before she lay back on the cool sheets.
Keith followed her, slotting his body between her legs as she opened them for him.
He stroked between her folds again. She was already so wet that his first finger slipped inside her easily.
It already created the most delicious pressure. There had to be a word for something that was overwhelming and insufficient at the same time. She was overloading with pleasure, but her body was still impatient. It knew that it wasn’t just his hand that she wanted.
“Please,” Iris gasped, even as his fingers crooked inside her and summoned up an incredible flash of sensation. “Please, just—”
She was having trouble coming up with the right words.
She couldn’t ask him to make love to her, because he already was. This had to count. It was too gorgeous and tender not to.
And all the other words she knew for this were crude.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted herself up so his fingers slid in even deeper.
“Please,” she said again.
She pressed herself down onto his hand, trying to show him she could take as much as he was giving her and more.Everything.
“Please, I want all of you.”
Keith nodded. He kissed her, and Iris lost herself for a moment. There was nothing but him, all soft heat against her mouth and intoxicating weight between her legs.
He thrust into her slowly. Iris bit down on her lip, expecting pain—but there wasn’t nearly as much as she’d always thought there would be.
That made sense. He was, through and through, so much better than she had ever imagined.
It was only a few seconds before even that dim pain was drowned out completely by the satisfaction andintensityof having him like this. And when he started to slowly move, rocking in and out of her, Iris’s ability to track what she was feeling disappeared. Her second climax felt like she was tumbling off a cliff, like biting his shoulder was her way of catching herself.
He followed along soon after her, pressing into her body and shaking like he’d just finished running a marathon. He slumped against her: her very own weighted blanket. When he tried to roll off her, she held him tight so he would stay.
“I’m crushing you,” he said after a moment.
“I like being crushed by you.” She nuzzled his shoulder, kissing the slightly red bite mark she’d left behind. “Did that hurt?”
He shook his head. “I liked it.”
“Then I can bite and you can crush.”
She felt so pleasantly melty, sleepy, and pinned. This was it. All her troubles were over, and all she had to do now was fall asleep in his arms.
