CHAPTER 23
Arwen
Iro pushed inside her, and Arwen let out a deep breath.
She’d had sex before; good sex. Maybe not great, but good sex.
Women had touched her like this. They had been inside her, and they’d sometimes made her come, but this felt different.
She had no idea why, but there was something about Iro’s dark eyes staring down at her while she moved inside her that made it feel inevitable, like they were always going to do this; like it was meant to be or foretold somehow, which was ridiculous.
Zara had been right: Arwen had never believed in things like love at first sight before.
Yet, she was turning into a believer now.
Iro pushed inside her and pulled out. She curled, flicked, and rocked against Arwen’s body, moving her center over Arwen’s thigh. Arwen almost couldn’t keep up; it all felt so good. Then, Iro’s mouth was back by her ear, and she was… Iro was reciting a poem.
“All thoughts, all passions, all delights, whatever stirs this mortal frame, all are but ministers of Love, and feed his sacred flame,” she whispered.
Arwen held on to her and listened to Iro breathe as she stopped talking. She couldn’t believe she’d gotten this lucky, that she had found her, and as she came, she whispered Iro’s name and listened because Iro was coming, too, now, and her sounds only made Arwen want her more.
“Who was that by?” she asked as Iro lay on top of her.
“Coleridge. It’s much longer, but I couldn’t get through the whole thing. I was a bit distracted.”
Arwen laughed and asked, “What does it mean?”
She ran her fingertips over Iro’s clammy back.
“He’s trying to seduce the woman he desires.
He’s singing her a song about the long-ago days of chivalrous knights, where a knight saved a lady from an outrage worse than death.
He gets wounded and eventually dies in her arms. When the woman our poet desires hears the story, she is, of course, deeply moved, and he wins her heart. ”
“Were you trying to seduce me?” she teased. “I think you already won me, Iro.”
“I am very happy to hear that,” Iro replied and nibbled at her neck. “Now, do you need a break, or may I continue?”
“Continue?”
“I haven’t tasted you yet.”
Arwen smiled and said, “You’re still inside me. You can do something about that if you want.”
“Oh, I can?”
“Yes, you can. If you want…”
“Oh, I want.”
Iro pulled out of her, and Arwen hadn’t been expecting that.
She had wanted her to stay inside while she went down on her, but she was pleasantly surprised when Iro lifted herself, and Arwen watched as she put her fingers in her mouth and sucked, closing her eyes and moaning.
She was savoring her. Iro was savoring her, and Arwen swallowed hard because this was almost too much.
“You are so very sweet,” Iro said before she straddled Arwen’s hips. “So sweet, my sweet Arwen. I want you again. May I have you?”
“You don’t have to ask; you can have whatever you want.”
“Oh, what I want is to never stop touching you,” Iro replied as she slid down Arwen’s body.
“Yes, that,” Arwen agreed. “You can have that.”
Iro looked up at her as she settled between her legs and said, “I look forward to discovering everything you love and giving it to you, but right now, I need to taste you again.”
Arwen nodded rapidly, and Iro moved her fingers back to her entrance, pushing back in.
Arwen spread her legs wider and watched.
Iro stared at her, and Arwen normally would’ve been self-conscious, but for some reason, with Iro looking at her most intimate parts, she wasn’t concerned at all.
It was as if Iro couldn’t believe she was the one Arwen was letting see her like this.
Having nothing to tug or pull on, really, Arwen slid her hand into the soft, short hair and massaged Iro’s scalp, letting her take her time.
She could be patient if it meant seeing the woman she loved look at her like this.
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“Hey, what are you doing out here?” she asked, wiping her eyes. “You were supposed to be in bed with me.”
Iro turned and dropped the spatula.
“You’re naked,” she noted.
“Yes. And you were supposed to be, too. We were supposed to wake up and have sex again, Iro.”
“We had a lot of sex last night, sweetheart. I think you only went to sleep, like, an hour ago.”
“So?” Arwen asked and sat down on the sofa.
“You’re really ready?” Iro asked.
“Yes,” she replied. “Well, I was, but I woke up, and you were out here.”
“I’m cooking us breakfast. I was going to bring it to you in bed.”
“Well, that’s very sweet of you,” she said and went to turn her head back toward Iro’s open kitchen, but Iro wasn’t there anymore. Arwen turned back around, and Iro was right in front of her now. “Uh, hi. You move fast.”
“You said you wanted sex.” Iro licked her lips.
“Yeah?” Arwen asked.
“Always,” Iro said. “And when I say always, I want you to know that I mean that.”
She knelt in front of Arwen and spread her legs.
“Even when I’m on my period?” Arwen joked.
Iro froze.
“I was kidding. I don’t… I mean, we don’t have to if it’s–”
“I meant what I said,” Iro interrupted and looked up at her. “You woke up like this?”
“Yes,” she said. “I love morning sex.”
“God, you’re perfect,” Iro replied, and Arwen watched her take a deep breath. “I’m going to make you come. Then, I’ll go back to cooking breakfast. Forgive me if it’s awful?”
“Absolutely,” Arwen said with a smile.
Iro leaned in farther and took her. Arwen had never had so many orgasms before in her life.
She had always been able to handle a lot and come multiple times, so while she wasn’t sure she was a huge fan of crazy rough sex, she did like some things hard.
Iro had certainly delivered, which was why, when Arwen had woken up, she was surprised that she wanted to go again and that her body seemed able to do so.
“God, your mouth is so…”
She held Iro’s head to her and leaned hers back.
“So, I should continue?” Iro teased and licked her.
“Yes.” Arwen chuckled and cupped Iro’s cheek. “You’re mine, and I’m yours. We belong to each other.”
Iro nodded, gave her a smile, and returned to what she was doing. Not long after, to both Arwen’s delight and disappointment because it was way too quick, she came hard in Iro’s mouth. Iro rested her head against Arwen’s thigh and closed her eyes.
“I want you, too,” Arwen said.
Iro looked at her before she obliged and stood up, and Arwen reached for the flannel pajama pants Iro must have put on while she was sleeping.
“These are very sexy on you.”
“Yeah?”
“Definitely,” she said and kissed Iro’s hip bone. “Shirt, too.”
Iro pulled off the matching shirt.
“Floor,” Arwen said.
“Really?”
“Yes. You started a fire this morning. Let’s take full advantage. Lay down.”
Iro went to the rug in front of the coffee table and lay down. Arwen moved on top of her, liking the position but loving it more when Iro was on top of her.
“I cannot get over how beautiful you are,” she said. “I didn’t think it could feel this good, being with someone. It never had before.”
“For me neither,” Iro replied and ran her hand through Arwen’s hair.
Arwen lowered her head to the nipples she had hardly gotten to explore the previous night and sucked one into her mouth while she toyed with the other.
“Oh,” Iro let out, causing Arwen to moan. “Arwen, I’ll come.”
“I know. That’s what I want. Then, I’ll make you come again.”
“It’s–” Iro stopped.
“What?” Arwen stopped as well and looked up at her.
“Last night, you made it about me, too.”
“Yes. So?”
“That hasn’t happened much in recent memory for me. It’s usually about the other woman.”
“Oh. Do you not want me to–”
“I do. I didn’t just mean the part where you make me come. I meant that you’re making me come for me, not just for you.”
“I don’t know that I get that.”
“I mean that it makes you feel good to make me come. Yes?”
“God, yes,” she replied.
“But you’re mainly doing this because you just want me to feel good.”
“Yes, Iro. Of course.”
“That’s just nice.”
“Oh, baby…” Arwen lowered her head again. “You lie back and enjoy. I’ll happily make you come all day long if you want.”
“God,” Iro let out.
Arwen sucked on the right nipple, and Iro was right: it was very sensitive. She almost didn’t believe it when Iro came less than a minute later. Then, she moved her mouth to Iro’s left nipple, wanting to see if it was just as sensitive.
“I’m coming!” Iro yelled not long after Arwen started sucking hard.
“God, I want to do that again. How many times can you come from just that?” she asked, licking the nipple she’d just sucked on.
“As many times as you want me to,” Iro replied.
Arwen smirked down at her and said, “So, I should just keep doing that? You don’t want anything else right now?”
“Oh, I want everything else right now,” Iro replied.
Arwen kissed her and moved down Iro’s body.
“Well, why don’t I start down here,” she said, kissing Iro’s inner thigh. “And I can continue and finish down here or up there. Whichever you’d prefer.”
She licked Iro then.
“I prefer all of it.”
Arwen sucked.
“Yes, that,” Iro said.
Then, a phone rang.
“Ignore it,” Iro told her and placed a hand on the back of Arwen’s head.
The phone continued to ring, but Arwen wasn’t about to let that distract her. She moaned into Iro’s center and brought her fingers to Iro’s entrance.
“Yes, please,” Iro begged.
The phone did stop ringing eventually, but then seconds later, it started up again.
“Please. Don’t stop,” Iro begged again and pressed Arwen’s face to her harder.
Arwen grunted against her and pushed inside.
“Yes,” Iro said.
The phone’s ringing would not cease, and Arwen was having a hard time focusing.
“God, yes!”
Iro came, and Arwen slowed her thrusts and kissed her clit before she stopped altogether and shifted.
“You should probably get that,” she said with a little smirk.
“I am so sorry. I’ll be right back,” Iro told her and got up quickly to walk over to the phone. “What?”
Arwen, who now sat on the floor, laughed at her frustration.
“Fine. Yes. I’m not going into the office today, so take care of it.” Iro hung up and turned back to her. “Sorry. It was work.”
“Do you have to take care of something? I can go home. We didn’t exactly talk about spending the whole day together. I have work I can do at home if you–”
“I don’t need to go, and neither do you unless you want to.
I thought I could make us breakfast.” Iro walked over to her, looking so sexy and perfect, and motioned with her finger for Arwen to lie down.
“We could eat breakfast first, sit by this fire as we talk about whatever it is that we want, have a late lunch, make love again, go out for dinner, and get some fresh air after, perhaps. Then, we’d come back here and watch something together, or you could tell me about your workday yesterday, if you’d like. ”
“You have it all planned out,” Arwen said.
Iro moved back on top of her and settled her hips between Arwen’s thighs.
“Only if you want. If not, I understand.”
“I’d love to spend the day with you,” she replied. “We can talk about our hopes, dreams, and aspirations,” she joked and wrapped her arms around Iro’s neck.
“Oh, there’s a topic,” Iro said. “Tell me all about that. While I make you come again,” she added.
“Well, that could be a challenge. I’m not sure I could focus while you’re doing that.”
“You can try,” Iro suggested. “Tell me.”
She slipped her hand between Arwen’s legs and moved inside her.
“Well, I’d like to become partner.”
“Yes, I remember that one. I’d love to see your name on the sign outside your office.”
“Me too,” Arwen said.
“And?” Iro asked, pushing in deeper.
“And I want a wife,” she said, looking into Iro’s eyes. “I want someone to spend my life with, who’d love me as much as I love them.”
“That sounds amazing,” Iro replied.
“Yes, it does.”
“What about kids?” Iro asked as she curled her fingers.
Arwen closed her eyes and said, “No.”
“No?” Iro asked, sounding surprised.
“The world is already… so… messed up. Oh, fuck.”
“Keep going,” Iro told her in a playful voice.
“I don’t… want to… bring… a kid… into it.”
“Me neither,” Iro shared.
Arwen opened her eyes and met Iro’s again.
“You don’t?”
Iro shook her head, and Arwen smiled.
“A lot of women do.”
“I know,” Iro replied.
“Maybe we really are perfect for one another,” Arwen suggested.
“Maybe. Now, tell me more after you come,” Iro said.
Arwen came not long after that, and they lay in silence for several minutes before Iro picked up a book that she had by the fireplace.
“Shall I read a bit before I get back to cooking breakfast?”
“That sounds perfect,” she said, and as she listened to Iro read from a book of the classics, she thought about how she could do this every day.
She could wake up next to her, go to work, come home, have dinner with her, make love, and fall asleep next to this woman who seemed to be made just for her.
“I think that’s yours,” Iro noted as she poured orange juice for her later.
Arwen heard her phone, too, so she hurried to the bedroom, where she’d left it to charge.
“Hey. What’s up?” she said into it after she saw Zara’s name on the screen.
“Hey. What are you doing?”
“I’m with Iro. We’re about to have breakfast.”
“At noon?”
“Brunch, I guess.” She laughed a little. “We slept in because it’s the weekend.”
“Oh. Want to maybe get together later? Late lunch or just coffee? I feel like we should talk.”
“You want to talk now?”
“I’m sorry about yesterday, okay?” Zara said defensively. “I’ve been going through some stuff, but I can tell you about it when I see you.”
“Okay. Yeah. I’ll be there. Wherever.”
“Coffee, then? We can go to our usual place.”
“What time?” Arwen asked.
“Two? Three?”
“Three would be better. We still have to eat.”
“Okay. Three, then,” Zara said. “I’ll see you there.”
Arwen disconnected and returned to the kitchen.
“That was Zara,” she said to Iro. “We’re going to grab coffee in a few hours, but I’ll be back right after that.”
“Is everything okay?” Iro checked.
“I don’t know. I guess I’ll find out.”