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Fallon’s groan reverberated around the room. “I want you… now. I’m not sure how much longer I can wait. Please, Savannah.”
That had been what she was waiting for. Savannah stepped into the strap as she walked, pulling it up and settling it against her body. She’d tried it on when she’d bought it and cleaned it, but it had felt so odd to wear on her own. But with Fallon here, ready and waiting, this felt right. Nearly perfect. The straps dug into her hips and her ass, somewhat uncomfortably, but Savannah wasn’t ready to back down, not yet.
She climbed onto the bed and bent down. Shooing Fallon’s hand away, Savannah pressed her mouth right over her. Fallon gasped, her knees coming up closer to her chest before she relaxed again. Her flavor blossomed on Savannah’s tongue, and she closed her eyes in the memory of the last time she’d done this. But this time everything tasted so much sweeter. All those barriers that had held them back before were gone—completely gone.
“Yes…” Fallon trailed off, her hand on the top of Savannah’s head as she pushed Savannah deeper into her.
Using her tongue, Savannah flicked Fallon’s clit. She moved by touch alone as she squirted the lube onto her palm and spread it along the dildo. Moving up, Savannah pressed kiss after kiss over Fallon’s hips, her stomach, along her ribs and to her breasts. She lavished Fallon’s nipple, teasing her as she pressed her thighs against Fallon’s and moved as close as possible.
Anticipation coiled in the pit of her belly. She could only hope that they were going to do this again and again, that Fallonwould give her the same amount of pleasure as Savannah knew she was about to give Fallon.
“In me…” Fallon mumbled, her sentences nearly incoherent.
Reaching down between them, Savannah grabbed the toy and pressed the tip of it against Fallon.
“Mmhmm. Yes.”
Breathing deep, Savannah leaned forward slightly. The toy pressed into Fallon, disappearing inside her. A thrill ran through her again. She kept her movements slow, pulling back slightly and then moving in more.
With Savannah all the way inside her, Fallon raised her legs up and wrapped them around Savannah’s hips. The rhythm was rough at first, but when Fallon’s voice reached her ears, the grunts and calls for Savannah to continue, she strengthened her movements and increased her pace.
Fallon dug her fingers into Savannah’s back, pulling her closer. Savannah nearly fell on top of her, and she scrambled to catch her balance and keep herself upright. The fear of crushing Fallon coursed through her again until she had her hands against the mattress and space between their chests again.
“Keep going,” Fallon said.
“Not begging,” Savannah answered and gave Fallon one good hard thrust.
“Don’t stop,” Fallon whispered, her gaze locked between their bodies. “Don’t stop. I need this. We need this.”
Savannah kept her pace, watching with rapt attention the changes in Fallon’s countenance. Her nose scrunched slightly, her cheeks and chest reddened, her lips parted as her breath came in short rasps. Fallon reached up and pulled Savannah down hard, their mouths melding together in a sloppy kiss until Fallon pulled away sharply with a moan on the tip of her tongue.
The silence stilled them.
Waiting for Fallon to give her the first sign, Savannah held herself in position. She brushed her fingers tenderly over Fallon’s body, her hardened nipples, the light rouge of her skin, the freckles making the most random of patterns. She bent down and kissed one, distracting herself from the wait.
Fallon threaded her fingers into Savannah’s hair, tugging lightly until their mouths could touch one more time. They kissed, tongues slowly moving against each other. Never had the quiet sounded so full. Savannah relaxed, her entire body and soul melting into this moment, one that was as near to holy as she’d ever felt.
This was love, wasn’t it?
She’d tricked herself into feeling it with Forrest, that his overtures and words meant something, but she felt it now, true in form, without Fallon ever saying the words. And it wasn’t that Savannah wasn’t in love—she knew that much. It was that Fallon loved her, even without the phrase rattling around between them.
“You’re so wet,” Fallon’s voice echoed in her ear.
Savannah jumped. When had Fallon pressed fingers inside her? When had she woven her hand under the toy to feel her? Gasping, Savannah nodded. “Yes.”
“Want me—”
“Yes,” Savannah interrupted. She didn’t care what Fallon did to her, so long as the amazing feeling building within her burst and Fallon was there to catch her. And Savannah trusted that she would be.
Fallon rubbed hard, her fingers slipping a few times before she finally found a good angle and the right pressure. Savannah rocked her hips back and forth, adding to the sensations floating through her body. Whimpering, Savannah scrunched up her face and focused on her body. She trusted that Fallon loved her—whether or not she said it. Savannah didn’t need words. What she had was so much more precious than that.
She had trust.
She had hope.
She had someone who was willing to act on their love rather than just say it.
Fallon was doing that. She’d been there for Savannah more times than she could count. She’d made herself very clear in what she could and couldn’t provide. Savannah cried out, her pleasure pulling her to a pinnacle. She waited for it to wash through her and fill her from head to toe.
