CHAPTER 22
Iro
“Your chariot, Madam,” Iro said and winked at her.
Arwen shook her head and handed her the giant vase.
“You’re carrying this.”
Iro laughed, nodded for Arwen to get into the car, and as she turned to get in after her, she noticed Zara through the window, staring at them. She was by a desk that was possibly her own, so she was far away, and when she noticed Iro looking back at her, she looked away.
“Is Zara okay?” she asked Arwen once she was inside the car and had the flowers at her feet.
“No, I don’t think so.”
“What’s going on?”
Arwen sighed and replied, “Can we not talk about her tonight? I just want to focus on us. I’ve had a long day on a case, and Zara’s been weird. I just want a night with you now. Dinner, movie, whatever you want. Just you.”
Iro smiled at her and asked, “Do you like poetry?”
“Poetry?” Arwen asked back.
“Yes. I love reading poetry, and I write it myself sometimes, too,” Iro shared. “I’m no master, but I was thinking I could maybe read some from the masters to you while we stare at the fire. Would that help you relax?”
“That sounds amazing, actually. Although I should tell you, I’m not a big aficionado or anything, so I hope you don’t expect me to name that poet or something,” Arwen said and placed her head on Iro’s shoulder as the car pulled out into traffic.
Iro kissed the top of her head and said, “No.” Then, she smelled something and looked down. “Did you cut yourself?” she asked and picked up Arwen’s hand, holding it in her own.
“Yeah. I just poked my thumb on one of the roses. It’s fine now, but they must have forgotten to remove the thorns. Also, please stop getting me flowers. I have nowhere to put them.”
Iro kissed her palm and asked, “What do you want instead?”
“Poetry sounds nice,” Arwen replied.
Iro stared down at the Band-Aid and saw the smallest bit of blood from the outside. She swallowed, and her heart raced in her chest.
“Are you okay?” Arwen asked, looking up at her.
“Yes,” she said and kissed Arwen’s palm again. “Let’s go home, shall we?”
Arwen smiled, and Iro knew it was because of her use of the word ‘home.’ It sounded nice to Iro, too.
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At her house, Iro carried a glass of red wine over to Arwen, who stared at it before taking it from her.
“How much did this one cost?”
“Arwen, it’s vegan wine. Just drink it.”
“Is it thousand-dollar vegan wine?”
“No,” she replied. “But even if it were, you deserve it.”
She moved to sit next to Arwen on the sofa and set her own glass on the table, choosing the wine tonight instead of her usual drink because it felt more romantic to share wine with Arwen.
Then, she let Arwen put her legs into her lap as Arwen lay down.
They had done this the previous night, and she loved that Arwen just immediately knew to lie down so that Iro could take off her shoes and rub her calves.
“How was your day?” she asked. “And are you starving? I can start on dinner now if you want.”
“I ate a late lunch, so I’m okay. And I’d rather not talk about work, if that’s okay.
It was fine; just exhausting. My job is a lot of paperwork and research, and some days are easier than others.
Today was one where I was annoyed because I couldn’t find what I needed.
I did eventually, and now, I’m here with you, and I am very happy.
” Arwen took a sip and closed her eyes. “This is really good.”
“Yes, it is,” Iro replied, not talking about the wine.
She ran her hands up and down Arwen’s legs, trying not to tempt herself too much by reaching under the flowing skirt Arwen had worn that day. It was pretty adorable on her, with its floral pattern and pockets.
“Why do your hands feel so good on my body?” Arwen asked, still with her eyes closed.
“I love your body. Maybe that’s why.”
“You haven’t even seen most of it.” Arwen chuckled as she opened her eyes.
“I love how it feels when I touch you,” Iro told her and ran her hands up a little higher.
“It’s soft in the right places. Firm in others.
” She winked. “You have curves and plains that I want to run my hands all over, and my lips crave you, beautiful Arwen. I want to caress every part of you so that you know how much you’re wanted; how much I need you. ”
“Jesus,” Arwen let out, and Iro watched her clench her thighs.
“I don’t want anyone else, Arwen. You know that already.” Her hand moved to the inside of Arwen’s thigh. “I’ll happily wait as long as you want, and I know you had a long day, but sweetheart, I’m ready if you are.”
“You are?” Arwen asked. “Just last night, you said you weren’t. What changed?”
“I sat behind my desk at work today and interviewed a man for a role at the company. He started talking about his wife and told me that they bought a house recently and plan to get a dog next. He mentioned something about wanting children as well, and I thought about how all of that could happen for him, but that also, it might not. Even if you think you have all the time in the world, you never really do, do you? Something could always happen. Something could get in the way of your plans, of what you want.” She moved on top of Arwen and heard her gasp.
“I don’t want to wait anymore. I don’t want to lose any time we have to be together, and I do want us to be together, Arwen.
You’re mine. I’m yours. We belong to each other, and I want all the things we want together. ”
“And you’re sure? I’ll wait, Iro. If you’re old-fashioned, I’ll be old-fashioned with you.”
Arwen wrapped her arms around her neck.
“I don’t want to read you poetry tonight, beautiful Arwen. I want us to make poetry together.”
Arwen sighed and said, “You’re… I just… How did I find you?”
“I don’t know. But I am grateful you did.
” Iro lowered her lips and hovered them above Arwen’s.
“I know how this will sound to you because you think I’m but thirty-one years young.
” She smiled against Arwen’s lips. “But in all my life, Arwen, I have never felt how you make me feel. And I know we only just met, but I look forward to many more days and nights together just like this.”
She pressed her lips to Arwen’s, and Arwen opened to her.
Their tongues joined, and soon, Arwen was pushing at her jacket until it was on the floor next to the sofa.
When Iro disconnected their lips, Arwen sighed in protest, but Iro only stood and bent down.
Her arms went under Arwen, and she lifted her.
“Oh, my God,” Arwen said as Iro carried her to the bedroom.
Iro knew the path well already, so she didn’t need to see where she was going.
She reconnected their lips until she had to reluctantly place Arwen on the bed, and Arwen sat up immediately and reached for Iro’s shirt.
Her eyes were glued to the buttons she was slowly undoing, and when her lips pressed to the revealed skin, Iro closed her eyes and ran her hands into Arwen’s hair.
“You’re so soft,” Arwen said softly. “I want to feel you against me.”
“Yes,” Iro said on a breath.
She rolled her shoulders back to let her shirt fall to the floor, and Arwen’s hands moved to her slacks, which she also undid slowly.
Then, Arwen’s lips were on the move again, kissing Iro’s hip bones, her abdomen, and finally, her pants were in a puddle on the floor at her feet.
She’d already removed her own shoes, so she took care of her ankle socks and stood there in only her boxer briefs.
“I want you,” Arwen said. “God, I want you so much.”
“Just tell me what you want. Anything you ask for will be yours, Arwen. I promise.”
She cupped both of Arwen’s cheeks.
“Take off my clothes and make love to me?”
“Yes, love,” Iro replied and waited.
Arwen looked down and cupped Iro’s ass. She pressed her lips to flesh over and over before she finally lowered Iro’s underwear.
“Oh, you smell so good. God, Iro…”
Arwen looked up, and Iro smiled down at her.
“You’re so beautiful. Can I see you now?” she asked.
Arwen nodded and held up her arms. Iro pulled off her shirt, and as she watched Arwen remove her own bra, she had to swallow because she wanted it all too fast now.
Her mind was taking her in too many directions all at once.
She wanted to suck on nipples, taste the skin of Arwen’s neck, lick, and suck on her until Arwen came at her touch, and she wanted it all to happen right now.
Arwen slid onto the bed until her head was on Iro’s pillow, and Iro kneeled beside her.
She pulled down on the skirt that covered the rest of Arwen’s body until it was off entirely and tossed it away to worry about later.
She licked her lips as she caught sight of Arwen’s arousal through her light-gray bikinis.
“I want to taste you,” she said.
“You can,” Arwen replied and cupped her cheek. “But maybe take them off first?”
Iro looked up and saw that Arwen was smirking at her. Iro reached for the waistband and pulled until they, too, were on the floor.
“Come here, please,” Arwen commanded gently. “I need to feel you on top of me.”
Iro climbed on top of her and, for the first time, they pressed together fully.
She’d never felt this before. It was a completeness that was unrelated to the usual desired end result of sex, the orgasm, and it was all because of Arwen.
It was because the two of them were always meant to be this to each other.
She had no idea what that meant in the grand scheme of things because she’d been born hundreds of years ago and should’ve died long before Arwen was ever born.
So, if they were meant to experience this together, did that mean Iro was always meant to become a vampire?
“Are you here?” Arwen asked, looking up at her in concern.
“I am very much here, love.”
“You call me love now, I’ve noticed.”
“Yes,” Iro said. “And I’m here with you. I’m with you in this.”
When Arwen nodded, Iro kissed her, and this time, she knew the kiss would lead to more. As Arwen spread her legs, Iro shifted to settle between them.
“I want everything,” Arwen said when Iro’s lips moved to her neck. “Like, all at once. Is that bad?”
Iro smiled as she licked her earlobe, and she sucked it into her mouth before whispering, “No, I think that’s a good thing. I’ll give you everything. If you want it all at once, I can do that.”
“How?” Arwen chuckled nervously.
“Well, I have two hands that never want to stop touching you, stroking your skin, feeling the goosebumps they’ve left behind.
” She ran her hands, one by one, over Arwen’s breasts and down to her hips.
“I also have a mouth that wants to kiss you everywhere. And I do mean everywhere, Arwen. I want my tongue all over your body, bringing you indescribable pleasure.”
“Oh, Jesus,” Arwen let out, and her hips lifted a little before they dropped back down.
“I also have hips.” Iro rolled down into her. “And if you want, they can make you come once on their own right now. If not, I can give you everything else.”
“You’re really… good at… this.”
“What?”
“The talking part. I think I could come just from you whispering things in my ear,” Arwen replied.
Iro licked her earlobe again and said, “Oh, that’ll be a fun experiment one day, but not this day.” She rolled her hips again. “So, tell me, sweet Arwen… Do you want everything at once, or should I start by making you come with only my hips while I kiss you and whisper in your ear?”
“That one; the hips thing.”
Iro smiled to herself before she reached between them and spread her lower lips.
“Oh,” Arwen let out.
“Yes, like this,” Iro said and spread Arwen as well before lowering herself until they were touching.
“Fuck. You’re wet.”
“I love when you curse,” Iro told her. “And you feel so good. So hot. So wet.”
“Soaked is the… word you’re… looking for.”
“Good.” Iro rocked then. “How’s this?”
“So good,” Arwen replied, cupping Iro’s ass. “You can go harder.”
“Harder?”
“Yes. I’ve wanted you since I first saw you, Iro. Harder. Faster. Anything… I need you, baby.”
Iro rocked only a little harder, unsure how much Arwen could really take, given her non-human strength.
She kissed Arwen until Arwen needed to breathe and then returned her lips to Arwen’s neck.
When she breathed her in and smelled her blood, as well as her sweet scent mixed with soap, Iro’s fangs didn’t even attempt to emerge.
She would never hurt her. She’d known that before, but being this close to Arwen, about to make her come, which was always going to be a test, Iro knew now more than she knew anything else in the world that she would never do anything to hurt this woman.
“Oh, God!” Arwen cried out.
Iro refocused and realized that she’d been rocking probably a little too hard because she’d been so close to coming, so she softened a little.
“No. Don’t stop!”
“You’re sure?” she asked. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m fine. I’m coming!”
Iro growled, knowing it likely made her sound like an animal who couldn’t control herself, but she didn’t care.
She listened to Arwen’s soaring heartbeat and heard the blood pumping harder and faster inside her body.
She felt Arwen’s clit grow hard against her own, swell with pleasure, and she couldn’t believe it felt this good.
It hadn’t felt this good in her many lifetimes, and Iro came.
She came as she rocked faster against Arwen, and Arwen held on to her.
“Yes. Come, Iro. Come, baby,” Arwen encouraged.
Hearing Arwen tell her to come made it all the better still, and when Iro’s body finally stopped its convulsions, she collapsed on top of Arwen, who held her closer.
“God, that was so good,” Arwen said, running her hands up and down Iro’s back.
“You’re sure I didn’t hurt you?”
“What? No. That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. But God, Iro, you’re so damn strong. I can feel your muscles surrounding me right now, and I never want to move. You feel so good.”
“So do you,” Iro said as she caught her breath. “And I still want more of you.”
She lifted herself.
“More? Now?” Arwen asked with a lifted eyebrow.
Iro nodded, looking down at her seriously.
“When can I get my mouth on these, though?” Arwen’s hands went to Iro’s breasts. “I remember you saying something about them being very sensitive.”
“Later,” she replied as Arwen started massaging them. “May I?” she asked before reaching her hand down between Arwen’s legs. “I need to be inside you, perfect Arwen.”