Feasting on Iris

Iris lay back on the bed again, her body scorching with need.

Her skin glowed, every inch of her flushed and radiant. Dark nipples peaking tight, chest rising and falling with every shallow breath.

Between her parted thighs, her sex glistened; swollen, slick, visibly pulsing with **** want.

She looked like a dream I’d had for years: ****, beautiful, and finally ours.

Joe could have easily slid his still-slick cock straight into her drenched cunt; pushed in deep, balls-deep, bottoming out in one smooth thrust and drawing that delicious cry from her throat, the perfect balance of pain and overwhelming pleasure.

But we both knew he had so much more to give.

She hadn’t cum yet, and tonight we wanted to give her everything she’d been craving for years.

“You’ve wanted this for so long, haven’t you, Irie?” I asked softly, my voice thick with affection and heat.

The others in the office had always whispered that they were already fucking.

They were wrong… until now. At least partly.

She had sucked his cock like a starving woman; throat working, swallowing every thick burst of his cum with slow, reverent moans.

I knew exactly how he tasted; salty, savory, unmistakably him.

I loved working for it on my knees, gripping him tight, earning every pulsing spurt.

And tonight I’d watched him feed that same treat to my best friend… and all I could think about was what more he was about to give her.

Joe pushed her knees apart; gentle, but loving.

Their eyes locked; years of unspoken longing finally breaking free in that single, charged gaze.

He knelt between her thighs, face inches from her sex, breath warm against her most sensitive skin.

I crawled onto the bed beside her, pressing close, my breasts brushing her arm, my lips finding the curve of her shoulder.

“Taste her, baby,” I begged, voice husky with need. “Make her cum on your tongue. I want to watch you devour her.”

Iris turned to me; eyes glassy, lips parted, a soft whimper as she waited.

I kissed her deeply, tasting the remnants of Joe’s cum still lingering on her tongue as mine slid over hers, moaning into each other’s mouths.

When I pulled back, I let my fingers trail down her body; over the swell of her breasts, across her stomach; until I reached her pussy. I spread her lips wide with two fingers, exposing her swollen clit and fluttering entrance to Joe’s hungry gaze.

He dove in.

His tongue slid through her folds in one long, slow, luxurious lick, drawing a sharp, broken yelp from her throat.

“Oh my fucking god…” she gasped, back arching sharply off the bed as his tongue pushed deeper, twisting, turning, writing slow, deliberate patterns across her most sensitive places the way only he could.

I kissed further down her neck, reaching her breasts.

I took one dark nipple into my mouth; sucking hard, letting my teeth roll gently over the sensitive peak while Joe devoured her below.

Iris writhed beneath us, back bowing, hips rolling helplessly against his face, soft **** sounds spilling from her lips with every stroke of his tongue.

“Emmy… he’s gonna make me cum…” she gasped, voice breaking into a whine.

Her hand fisted in Joe’s hair, the other reaching blindly for me, nails digging into my shoulder as the pleasure built.

I continued to rub her clit in tight, slick circles in perfect time with Joe’s mouth; his tongue thrusting deep, sucking at her folds, savoring every inch of her just as she had savored him.

Iris’s thighs began to tremble, her breathing turning ragged and ****.

“Oh fuck… oh fuck me…” she whimpered, hips bucking harder against his face.

Joe held her steady; strong arms locking under her thighs, keeping her open for him as he licked and sucked with relentless devotion.

I sucked her nipple harder, my own arousal dripping down my thighs as I watched my best friend come apart under our combined mouths.

Iris’s whole body suddenly seized; back arching violently, a loud cry tearing from her throat.

“I’m cumming... oh god, I’m cumming!”

She bucked hard against Joe’s mouth, squirting in hot, clear pulses against his tongue and chin, soaking his face and the sheets beneath her.

Joe didn’t stop; lapping greedily, sucking her clit through every pulsing wave, drawing out every last shudder until she collapsed back onto the mattress; chest heaving, body limp and trembling, sheets soaked beneath her.

Joe finally lifted his head; chin and neck shining with her release; eyes dark and satisfied.

Iris lay there, dazed and glowing, a soft, breathless laugh escaping her lips.

“I’ve… I’ve never squirted before,” she admitted, voice hoarse and shy.

I looked down at her drenched sex; pink, swollen, still fluttering—then up at Joe, who was slowly stroking his thick, glistening cock, eyes burning with hunger.

I leaned down and kissed Iris again; slow, deep; tasting her. Then I smiled against her lips, voice low and dripping with promise.

“Well, honey… I think we’re about to make you cum again.”

Because now… I wanted Joe to fuck her.

Just him; claiming her completely; while I watched every second.