“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 happenright 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 melovenow, 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 meaneverywhere, 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.”
