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“Yes,” Fallon responded, hissing a little with the answer.
Savannah slid two fingers around Fallon’s damp folds. She moved slowly around in a circle, rimming the tight opening all the while scraping her teeth along the sensitive and soft skin with a few kisses in between for added measure. She waited until Fallon was writhing, unable to control herself as she tried to take over the situation.
Wasn’t that just like Fallon to do that, though? Try to make sure she had everything under her fingertips even when she didn’t really want the control itself. Savannah finally breathedwarm air across Fallon’s clit, smiling when Fallon whimpered. The sound was music to her ears.
Starting with one finger, Savannah moved inside Fallon. Fallon’s gasp of pleasure was exactly what Savannah had hoped for. She moved slowly at first, the tight ring of Fallon’s body squeezing her as she moved in deeper. Savannah waited until her finger was in as far as it would go before she breathed again on Fallon’s clit.
This time was so much slower than the last time. She couldn’t tell if it was her insecurity or if it was because she wanted this to last as long as possible. Leaning into the side of the mattress, Savannah shook her head at herself for her own stupidity and immediately covered Fallon’s clit with her lips. She sucked. She flicked. She teased. She breathed in deeply, enjoying not only the flavor but the scent.
“Savannah…” Fallon muttered, her back arching off the bed. Her hands were in Savannah’s hair, pushing her face down more, again as if Fallon could simply will Savannah to make her do exactly what she wanted.
Though if she asked, Savannah would likely do anything that Fallon wanted. Something about their connection was deep even though it was tenuous. She wouldn’t expect the two of them to have much of anything in common, and yet it was grief—in its truest and most unadulterated form—that really brought them together. Into moments where joy and grief could coexist.
“Right there,” Fallon mumbled, her voice seeming distant and distracted. She was focused, that was for sure.
Savannah pulled her one finger back to add a second. But Fallon was so tight around her that it took her longer to get both fingers deep inside. She pulsed her fingertips up, curling them and pressing into Fallon’s body.
“Ah!” Fallon nearly shouted at the surprise.
Wet pooled around Savannah’s fingertips, heat surrounding them. Fallon’s body reacting to her touch was a beautiful thing. This wasn’t Fallon commanding, but Savannah. And she held onto that power and that control. She could make Fallon’s body sing or pulse, and she intended for both to happen tonight.
“Savannah,” Fallon moaned her name again. She thrashed her head from side to side, her eyes clenched tight, and she grasped Savannah’s hair with a firm grip.
Savannah didn’t let up. She held as firmly as she could, pushing her face as hard as possible between Fallon’s legs. Fallon’s legs trembled, her heels digging into Savannah’s back as she held on tightly. Fallon cried out loudly, and Savannah winced, but she wasn’t about to tell Fallon to be quiet either.
She slowed her movements, sliding her tongue around to lick up every last little bit of Fallon’s juices that she possibly could. She thought about going in for a second time when Fallon twisted her hips sharply, one leg moving over Savannah’s head so she lay on her belly.
“I need a minute.”
“Yeah, sure,” Savannah said, sitting on the edge of the mattress while she trailed her fingers up and down Fallon’s back, along the line of her shoulder blade and then her hip.
She waited patiently while Fallon breathed slowly into the bed, calming her racing breaths and her tense muscles. When she finally shifted, peeking at Savannah through tendrils of hair, she let out a sharp laugh.
“You’re deadly with those things.”
“With what things?” Savannah frowned in confusion.
“With your fingers.” Fallon rolled on her side and reached for Savannah’s thigh, wrapping her hand around half of it “I’m not sure I could stand up even if I wanted to.”
“I bet you could if you tried.”
“Well, I’m not gonna.”
Savannah smiled, joy filling her deeply. She’d longed for that feeling for so long, and having finally found it again, she wasn’t willing to give it up. Not just yet. Not when it was so new and fresh. Bending down, Savannah kissed Fallon fully.
“Let me do it again.”
“Are you serious?” Fallon asked.
“Oh yes. Turn on your stomach.”
Fallon hesitated only for a second before she did as she was told. Savannah curled one leg under her body as she sat to the side of Fallon’s. With reverence, she gently touched Fallon’s shoulders and back before beginning a massage. She dug her thumbs into the knots, loosening them all along Fallon’s neck and shoulders, down the backs of her arms and along her ribs. She kneaded Fallon’s ass, the ass that looked so fucking good in those pencil skirts she was fond of wearing. The ones that definitely teased that there was more to Fallon than the eye could see.
Savannah shifted, scraping her teeth along the curve of Fallon’s butt and then pressing her tongue flat to the soft flesh. Fallon’s breathing picked up again, and her knees parted, anticipating Savannah’s next move. Sliding her hand between Fallon’s legs, she pressed the pad of her thumb against Fallon’s opening.
Savannah didn’t push in. She just teased like she was going to. With her fingers, she clasped Fallon’s swollen clit and started teasing her. Fallon turned her face into the bed, her hips rising up and her hands moving under her body.
“Oh my God,” Fallon’s muffled voice reached Savannah’s ears.
