Page 37 of Sweet Surrender
“I did say that,” Eliza responded hesitantly, as if she might be entering a trap that would lead to Rowyn veering off course.
Rowyn’s finger reached its destination, and she stroked the soft lace of soaking wet panties before moving to trail down the other thigh. Eliza whimpered at the loss of contact between her legs.
“So, why do you seem to melt anytime I call you Elle?”
Eliza’s whimpers stopped as she considered the question.
“Nobody has ever called me Elle before. Plus, it’s a name I gave you to use.”
Rowyn recalled the reason Eliza had given for not liking nicknames before she had clammed up. It all came back to control. Eliza had chosen Elle, and that made all the difference.
“I like being the only one to call you Elle. And I very much like the way you respond when you hear it. You remember every time I screamed it out for you before, don’t you?”
Eliza nodded.
“Words, darling,” Rowyn said with a grin.
Eliza rolled her eyes but responded.
“Yes, I do.”
Rowyn leaned in and placed soft kisses along Eliza’s thigh as she moved closer.
“So, night after night when I’d say ‘sweet dreams, Elle,’I’d be sending you to bed remembering every detail of the night you became Elle to begin with?”
Eliza’s breathing was shallow as Rowyn’s mouth reached the red lace, and she pressed a soft kiss against the fabric.
“Fuck, please,” Eliza moaned.
“Begging is good, baby, but you still have to answer my questions. Or do I have to stop so you can focus?”
Rowyn pretended to move away as Eliza cried out in protest.
“No, fuck, don’t stop. Yes. Every night I went to bed remembering you in vivid detail. And you knew damn well what you were doing too.”
Rowyn pressed her mouth more firmly against the panties and ran her palms up Eliza’s thighs to grip her hips.
“And what did you do?” Rowyn asked.
Eliza tried to move against her mouth and Rowyn pressed her palms harder against her hips to keep her in place.
“Wh-what?” Eliza asked in a near whine.
“What did you do, in bed, thinking about me? Tell me.”
Rowyn traced a line with one hand from Eliza’s hip down between her legs and pulled the fabric barrier to one side.
“Tell me, Elle,” Rowyn repeated as she gazed up and hovered with her mouth centimetres from its destination.
“I touched myself. I thought about you and used my fingers or my vibrator and came with your name on my lips every damn time. Please, Wyn.”
Despite knowing exactly what Eliza would say, the words stillhit Rowyn with lust like never before.
“Good girl,” Rowyn said.
She managed to get the words out as her voice cracked before she buried her head between Eliza’s legs and worshiped her exactly as she had promised.
Chapter Thirteen
