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Wrapping her hands around Fallon’s hips, Savannah pushed the last bit of fabric down Fallon’s legs. The scent of her arousal was strong. Savannah had to close her eyes against it so that shecould focus on what she wanted to do and where they were in the conversation. Something about this felt absolutely right.
“You smell so good,” Savannah murmured, moving in and pressing her lips to the soft part of Fallon’s belly, just to the side of her belly button.
“So do you,” Fallon whispered back, tightening her fingers in Savannah’s hair. “Touch me.”
Savannah sucked in a wavering breath. Her gaze dropped to the tuft of hair between Fallon’s legs. It called to her, that was for sure. But their argument from earlier was still replaying in her mind, and she couldn’t make it shut up.
“What are we doing here, Fallon?” Savannah’s voice dropped, disappointment seeping into her entire body. She would fail this as much as she failed everything else in her life.
“Trying something new.” Fallon cupped Savannah’s cheek. “Stop whatever thought just went through your head.”
“What?” Savannah frowned, looking up into Fallon’s eyes. “What thought?”
“I don’t know what it is. But some cloud just came over you. I don’t like it. I miss my sunny Savannah.”
Savannah’s lips quivered as she parted them in surprise. Was she that easy to read? But also, did she always have to be the happy, sunshine one? Couldn’t she ever have a moment of devastation and pain? “I’m not always happy.”
“You don’t have to be.” Fallon lifted Savannah’s chin gently, so she had no other option than to look into Fallon’s eyes. “But whatever thought just swam through your brain wasn’t a good one.”
“It wasn’t,” Savannah muttered quietly. “I’ve messed this up.”
“You haven’t.” Fallon moved in and pressed her lips to Savannah’s quickly. “I overreacted and couldn’t control my anger. I’m the one who stormed out without explaining. Andwe’re here, talking, right?” At Savannah’s nod, Fallon continued, “So you didn’t mess this up. This, whatever we’re doing tonight, is just different than before. Do you trust me?”
Savannah wanted to say yes. She wanted to leap up and wrap her arms around Fallon’s neck and drag her in close for a kiss. Fallon kissed Savannah’s forehead, then each cheek, her nose. She held herself inches away from Savannah’s mouth, holding the moment.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” Savannah breathed her answer, relaxing her shoulders.
“Then we have to do something different, something new, something we didn’t originally agree to.” Fallon brushed her thumb along Savannah’s full lower lip. “Are you up for that?”
Nodding, Savannah felt her lips curl upward, the smile blooming on her face. Her eyes crinkled in the corners, and all the tension she’d felt before was gone. “Yes.”
“Then touch me.” Fallon straightened her back and rocked her hips forward.
On instinct, Savannah brushed her hands over the curves at Fallon’s waist and her hips down to the tops of her thighs. She trailed her fingers back up, teasing with her nails at the front of Fallon’s legs.
“Yesssss,” Fallon hissed. She tossed her head back, her eyes closed, the only things holding them together were Fallon’s hand in Savannah’s hair and Savannah’s hand on Fallon’s hip.
Savannah’s heart raced. Fallon was beautiful, stunning. Her entire body lit up as if she was a goddess on display for the world. But the world was just Savannah, and she knew she was the only one who had seen Fallon in a very long time. She was the only one permitted to touch and watch as Fallon bared everything for her.
“You’re mine,” Savannah whispered quietly, not even sure if the words were out loud or only in her head until Fallon nodded her response.
“I’m yours.”
Playing her fingers between Fallon’s legs, Savannah found Fallon wet, swollen, and ready. Fallon grunted, parting her knees as she dropped her hands to Savannah’s shoulders and gripped onto her.
“I’m yours,” Fallon said again.
Savannah slid one finger slowly into Fallon’s heat, surrounding herself and connecting them even more than they were before. Fallon tensed before she relaxed. But she kept quiet. Savannah, however, wanted to hear her. She wanted to hear the cries, the screams, the grunts and moans that were so guttural she would know she was doing something right. She would know that Fallon was right there in the moment with her.
With her thumb on Fallon’s clit, Savannah started a slow pattern of circles and thrusts. Fallon keened, her voice ringing through the air. Encouraged, Savannah continued. She added a second finger, deepening her thrusts. Her hand was wet, soaked with Fallon’s juices. Fallon rocked forward, and Savannah moved in swiftly, covering Fallon’s peaked nipple with her mouth and teasing.
Fallon’s hand on the back of her head pushed her face into Fallon’s body. Savannah took that as a good sign. Fallon was literally on her fingers, keening and moaning, writhing like her whole world depended on what Savannah did next, on the fact that Savannah was bringing her to the pinnacle of pleasure. And she wanted nothing more than to do it over and over and over again.
“Savannah!” Fallon cried out, digging her nails into Savannah’s scalp as she gasped. Her hips jerked before theysmoothed back into very slow rhythm, her body cocooning Savannah’s fingers, pulsing around her.
“Come back to me,” Savannah whispered into Fallon’s skin.
