“Hard not to be when your pussy tasted so damn good in my mouth.”
Rowyn was glad to be lying down, or she was sure her knees would’ve buckled.
“You have an impressive way with words,” Rowyn said.
“It’s easy when you tell the truth,” Elle replied, proving Rowyn’s point.
Despite the fact that Elle hadn’t had a release yet, neither of them were in any hurry to finish their explorations. Their fingers roamed as their lips brushed, and the slow passion was more than Rowyn would ever be able to describe.
“Do you like penetration?” Elle asked, as her fingers danced around Rowyn’s opening.
The question caught Rowyn off guard. Nobody had ever asked her that before, and she had to take a moment to consider her answer.
“Yes. I enjoy it, but I don’t ever come that way, though.”
Elle dipped a finger inside slowly.
“That’s okay, once you enjoy the sensation.”
That was an understatement considering Rowyn’s body was already begging for more.
“Mmm, clearly, you do,” Elle murmured against her lips as she added a second finger.
Her strokes were slow and steady, and Rowyn revelled in the fullness.
“Do you? Enjoy penetration, I mean?”
Rowyn ran her fingers slowly down and awaited Elle’s reply.
“Yes. Very much so.”
Rowyn smiled and pressed one finger inside. She quickly followed it with a second as they slid in easily with how wet Elle was.
“Fuck. I’m so close already.”
Elle nipped at her collarbone and Rowyn arched her neck to allow better access. Their movements sped up in unison and Rowyn was shocked at how quickly her second orgasm began to build. Elle tightened around her until it became difficult to continue her fingers movements. Rowyn’s stomach flipped as Elle cried out and squeezed her fingers so tightly they hurt, in the best kind of way. Rowyn’s pleasure grew and her clit ached for the touch that would bring her over the edge. As Elle’s thighs eased their grip, she pressed a thumb to Rowyn’s clit and applied pressure as she continued her strokes.
Colour burst behind Rowyn’s eyelids as pleasure wound in her stomach and flooded through her legs over and over until she couldn’t stand it anymore.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you scream for me,” Elle said as she stroked Rowyn’s back gently while the intensity faded.
“You were pretty loud yourself,” Rowyn said.
Her voice cracked toward the end of the sentence and Elle smiled proudly.
“Sounds like you’re getting a little hoarse there, darling.”
Chapter Three
Eliza’s eyes flew open, and it took a minute for her surroundings to make any sense.
Shit.
She had fallen asleep. Amateur mistake. One-night stands did not come with sleepovers, at least for Eliza. Sleepovers often led to confusion about where they stood, and Eliza hated having to decline the exchange of numbers or a repeat rendezvous. As the previous night came back in vivid detail, Eliza considered that the problem this time would be convincing herself that there shouldn’t be a repeat.
Things with Wyn had gone in a direction Eliza hadn’t expected, and one she would be reliving for a long time. The immediate connection, the intense chemistry between them, not to mention the pleasure that came from getting a gorgeous, smart mouthed woman to do as she was told. It had all been damn near perfect.
Eliza glanced over at where Wyn slept soundly. She looked younger in her sleep than she had last night. Eliza would be surprised if she was much older than thirty. Age differences hadn’t ever bothered Eliza, once both parties were on equal footing, but it solidified the idea that she needed to stick to her one-night only boundary. Between her career and kids, dating wasn’t something that Eliza had time or energy for.
