“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.”
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, Ican?”
“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.”
