Chapter 11 #2
She types something back frantically.
The wait is eternal.
Finally, Iris stuffs her phone back into the pocket of her cardigan. She’s quiet for a moment, composing herself.
Quietly, she says, “Skylar got the lease.”
“Good,” I say. “I’m happy for her.”
She bites her lip. “Maddie said Pete’s sister, Riley, filled her in on all the details. Said you were responsible for that.”
“I don’t know about that. She got it on her own merit.”
Iris clears her throat. ‘I thought you wanted to stay here.”
I turn toward her. “Desperately, Iris. I’ve never met someone who made me want to up and move anywhere, let alone such a place with the most ridiculous gossip network I’ve ever heard.”
She laughs and stands up, stretching out her back. Then, Iris turns to me.
“I owe you an apology, Oliver.”
“To quote my girlfriend, you don’t owe me anything.”
“Girlfriend?”
She scoots in a little closer, her face lit up with a sly grin.
I take her hand and guide her down into my lap.
“Girlfriend.”
I desperately want to kiss her, but I let her do it first. I need to see that she fully understands and accepts me.
To my enormous relief, Iris turns her head to the side and presses her soft lips to mine. I loop one arm around her waist and rest my palm along the side of her face, deepening the kiss. My tongue slides against hers, tasting marshmallow and chocolate.
“Were you making s’mores without me?”
She smiles and nods. “It’s called grief eating.”
“Hey, I want some sadness s’mores, too.”
“Later.”
“Ah, but the rental agreement says the fixings for s’mores would be available at 8 p.m. on the dot every night. It’s now 9:30.”
She kisses me lightly, teasingly. “Then you missed the window.”
Another kiss, this one slightly more intense, follows. Sparks explode in the fire in front of us, mirroring what’s happening in my chest. I’m so fucking happy.
“But I’m hungry now, and I’m a guest demanding compensation.”
“Then, get inside and take what you want.”
“You mean I’m free to come and go as I please?”
Iris brushes her lips against mine and says, “You’re free to come inside anytime you want.” My cock stirs as she gives a sexy purr against my mouth. “Anytime.”
“Let’s go to bed, Iris.”
She shivers against me, and I can’t tell if it’s from the chilly evening air or something else. I help keep the blanket wrapped around her shoulder as she leads me inside, through the kitchen, down the hall, and up the stairs to her room.
I can feel her on every wall, every surface of this house, from the rugs to the curtains to the precious memories in the pictures lining the walls. She’s meant to be in this house forever. It’s a part of her, and I feel lucky to be here with her.
Upstairs, she opens her bedroom door into a sizable room with a four-poster bed, frilly pillows, Baroque-style prints on the walls, an antique vanity with a gilded mirror, crocheted blankets, and piles of books everywhere. It’s perfectly Iris.
I pull her close, with the blanket still wrapped around her. She angles up for another kiss, and I join our mouths together as she fists the front of my shirt. She smells like campfire, and the sweet taste of marshmallow still lingers on her tongue.
“Why did you do that for Skylar? Why would you give that up?” Iris asks, cupping my cheek.
“She’s your friend and your town needs a bookstore more than it needs another art gallery.”
Iris bites her lip; her thumb brushes against my cheekbone. I pull her tighter to me. “You’re sweet. Is it bad that I feel a little bit sad that it means you won’t be staying?”
“It’s not a bad thing. But I won’t be far away, and I’ll come to you every chance I get, until I can move here for good.”
She blinks up at me. “You would move here for me?”
I nod reverently. “I would move to another planet for my Biscuit.”
Iris bows her head and laughs. “You’re ridiculous with that pet name for me. But I love what you did.”
“Good. I only want to please you. In every way possible. There’s more I want to do for you right now, Iris.”
Her pretty eyebrows lift in curiosity. “What’s that?”
“Let me remove any doubt you have that I’m yours, and only yours.”
Her shoulders quiver.
“Are you cold?”
She shakes her head. “Excited. Nervous. Thrilled. Happy. So many things.”
We kiss again, and I lick into her sweet mouth, deeper this time. Claiming her. Sending no mixed signals. I want nothing more than to thoroughly fuck her, and her only. Period.
I reach down and untie the strap at her waist, tugging it until her wrap dress falls open.
I brush the material aside, and it falls to the floor along with her cardigan.
Her pretty nipples show through the lace bra, already hard and needing to be touched.
With her eyes on me, Iris reaches back and unhooks her bra, letting it fall softly from her shoulders.
Reverently, I cup both of her breasts, feeling the weight of them in my hands.
My mouth salivates with the need to taste her and pleasure her. I lean in and drag my mouth over her throat, enjoying the way she wraps her arms around my shoulders and strokes the hairs on the back of my neck.
I move lower, kissing across her shoulders, down her breastbone, then move my mouth over one of her perfect breasts. I lick the tight nipple, slowly at first, until Iris lets out a small moan.
I move to the opposite breast, taking that nipple into my mouth and flicking my tongue over it, sucking until I can feel her fingernails score the back of my head.
“Oh…”
My kisses travel lower, until I’m kneeling in front of her, kissing and caressing her sweet belly, blazing a trail along her curves, over her hips as I roll her lacy panties slowly down her thighs. Eventually, they drop to the floor, and Iris kicks them to the side.
“I want to taste you, Iris. Will you let me taste you?”
Stroking the top of my head and gazing down at me with those gorgeous eyes, she nods.
In bed, she lies on her back against the throw pillows, and I take a moment to stare down at her, her breasts flushed, her eyes hooded with need. My Iris. My fucking perfect woman. I take my time kissing my way down the inside of her thigh, taking in her sweet scent as she spreads her legs for me.
My Iris shivers as I caress the soft skin at the front of her pussy, while my mouth finds its way slowly toward her center.
I repeat this with the other thigh, kissing, licking, and gently scraping my teeth down to the inside of her knee.
Every inch of her tastes like heaven, and the supple skin of her thighs trembles at every pass.
Finally my mouth finds its way to the center of her, and I kiss the front of her pussy.
“Oliver,” she rasps, scraping her nails through my hair.
I peek up at her, and her face is pink, her lips swollen and shining from our kissing.
“Touch yourself, Iris. Let me see it.”
With a shiver, I watch as she cups her breasts, one in each hand.
The sight of it nearly makes me come in my pants.
I spread her wide with both hands, and I’m overcome with the deepest ache. Hooking one of her legs over my shoulder, I can now see everything that I want in this moment. Her pretty cunt is open to me and only me.
I pet her there, ripening her sweet clit, knowing the ache grows inside her with my teasing. Finally, I dip my head down and have my first taste of Iris. She sucks in a breath at the first touch of my tongue to her slick folds. She is sweet and salty and made for me.
I explore more of her with my mouth, flattening my tongue, using it to caress her folds before fucking her with it.
“Oliver!” Iris gasps, pushing my head down.
At her urging, I bury my face in her dampness, licking her from her sweet hole to her tight clit.
When I reach that red tip, I take it into my mouth and suck.
Iris shudders under me.
“Does my girl like that?”
She moans, “Oh my god…”
I repeat my licking, swirling my tongue, worshiping every wet inch of her, then taking her sweet bud in my mouth once more.
I tease it with my tongue until she cries out, and then I keep repeating until Iris writhes under me, shouting my name through ragged breaths.
Iris’s hips buck against me, and she shudders hard. I look up and see her eyes shut tight, her face both anguished and ecstatic.
“Oliver…oh!”
My Iris comes for me, leaking all over my tongue. She is a wonder. And all mine.