Eliza looked a little unsteady on her feet, and Rowyn was thrilled at being the cause of it.
“My room,” Eliza said decisively as she turned to lead the way.
Rowyn reached out and grabbed her hand as they reached the stairs.
“Your room it will be. But I can’t wait.”
Rowyn kissed Eliza deeply as they both nearly fell backward. Rowyn nudged Eliza down onto the step and straddled her lap. She broke contact with their lips briefly but pressed them back together without delay. She was overwhelmed by the desire coursing through her and couldn’t stand another minute without Eliza against her somehow.
“If we don’t get to my room soon, I’m going to come undone without your hands even touching me,” Eliza groaned.
“Oh no, you’re not,” Rowyn said as she reached a hand between them. She pressed it against the heat radiating from Eliza’s core through her pants. Eliza gasped loudly and threw her head back as Rowyn stroked her lightly.
“I want to take my time with you, and I will. But I think we both need to take the edge off first, so to speak.”
They had been edging each other for weeks, and this moment was the culmination of far too much resistance to draw it out longer.
“Whatever you say,” Eliza panted as she tried to press harder into Rowyn’s hand despite Rowyn’s thighs locking her in place.
“Who knew you could take orders so damn well,” Rowyn said as she moved both hands to undo the button on Eliza’s pants.
“It’s a little hard not to when I’m desperate to get your hand on me,” Eliza admitted unabashedly.
“I guess we will need to test how well you can take them without that desperation later,” Rowyn said.
She finally slid a hand down Eliza’s pants, and they both moaned at the contact. There was little room to manoeuvre, but by the slick liquid pooled between Eliza’s legs it was obvious Rowyn wouldn’t need to put much effort in. She slid her fingers over Eliza’s throbbing clit and watched her face as she rocked back and forth on her knee to the same rhythm as her fingers.
“Shit, Wyn, I’m close. So close.”
“I know, baby, me too. That’s it,” Rowyn said as the pressure between her legs intensified at lightning speed.
“Kiss me,” Eliza said as her legs began to tremble beneath Rowyn.
“Was that a request, or a demand?” Rowyn said with a smile.
The throwback to their first night together registered in the smile that lit up Eliza’s eyes.
“Please?”
The word was spoken so softly, so sincerely, that it drove Rowyn right over the ledge she had been cresting.
Rowyn leaned in and captured Eliza’s mouth with her own, muffling both of their cries as they came together and kissed as if their lives depended on it.
They eventually made it to Eliza’s bedroom. Eliza excused herself to use the en suite bathroom as Rowyn walked around the large room that was so very Eliza. A solid wood, king-sized bed took up most of the back wall. Rowyn’s mind flashed with images of Eliza handcuffed to the posts on each side.She suddenly wished she hadn’t dumped most of her toys in anger after her disastrous breakup. She had promised herself she would splurge on new ones, untainted by the past, and she vowed to make good on that promise as soon as possible.
Maybe we could pick some things together.
Rowyn shook the thought from her head quickly. Too much, too fast. Rowyn was a dive headfirst kind of person, and she was self-aware enough to know it, but that couldn’t happen here.
Her gaze landed on a large leather armchair in the corner of the room. On its right stood a floor to ceiling bookshelf with the books perfectly lined up in an order Rowyn couldn’t quite decipher. The floor lamp to the left side completed the picture of the perfect spot to unwind.
The likelihood of Eliza getting the time to enjoy it seemed slim, and Rowyn had an urge to change that. The area was too beautiful not to be enjoyed.
“You look like you’re up to something,” Eliza said as she sidled up behind Rowyn.
Eliza placed a hand on the small of Rowyn’s back, and Rowyn leaned into the touch eagerly. She tilted her head back and gazed up at Eliza with a smile.
“I might be,” Rowyn said.
