Chapter 11

eleven

Savannah was here.

Fallon nearly couldn’t believe it. After weeks of texting and a random phone call here and there, she hadn’t expected anything to go beyond what they’d already established. But here Savannah was—warm, hot, and writhing in Fallon’s grasp.

Their mouths were still pressed together. They were still standing by the door. Fallon hadn’t made a single move to take them anywhere else yet. She hadn’t been expecting this. Parting her lips, she slid her tongue along Savannah’s mouth. She sucked in a sharp breath when Savannah met her move for move.

They hadn’t even gotten very deep into the discussion of what each of them wanted or liked yet, but Savannah was here. Fallon still struggled just to believe it, to accept it. Her dreams had been vivid and wild, and she’d been unable to contain them every night when she went to sleep.

Fallon trailed her palm across Savannah’s shoulder and onto the center of her chest with purpose. She spread her fingers and cupped Savannah’s breast, squeezing gently before letting go and wrapping her hands around the back of Savannah’s neck and pulling her in closer again. Fallon didn’t want to let her go, not now that she was finally here.

“Touch me, Fallon,” Savannah murmured, jutting her hips out into Fallon’s body. “Just touch me already.”

Fallon moved her hand back down to Savannah’s breast, massaging her while never allowing their lips to leave each other. Savannah, however, had other ideas. She maneuvered her hands between their bodies and pulled at the button of her jeans, sliding them over her scrumptious hips and down to her thick thighs.

On instinct, Fallon dropped her free hand down to where she thought Savannah’s underwear was going to be and instead found nothing but smooth hot flesh. Renewed with energy, Fallon immediately pressed her palm between Savannah’s thighs, cupping her. The amount of heat radiating from her was impossible—at least Fallon had once thought it would be.

“Rub me, put your fingers in me—I don’t care, Fallon, but you better fucking touch me.”

Not one to be told directions more than once, Fallon pressed her middle finger into Savannah’s wet heat. She slid her finger slowly, gathering as much moisture as she possibly could before fumbling around for a few seconds to find Savannah’s clit. Fallon knew she hit the right spot when Savannah let out a little sigh and her eyes fluttered shut.

Pressing kisses down Savannah’s neck, sucking her skin and scraping it with her teeth, Fallon rubbed back and forth with two fingers until the moisture she’d gathered had dried out. Instinctively, she dipped her fingers back down for more, glad to find that Savannah was wetter than she’d been before.

Savannah reached around Fallon’s back, pressing one hand into Fallon’s shoulder and the other deep into Fallon’s hair. Savannah could barely hold still. It wasn’t just her hands moving and exploring. Her legs shook, her hips circled and moved, her face scrunched and relaxed with pleasure. Completely entranced, Fallon started the same pattern again, this time faster and harder. Savannah parted her legs as much as her jeans would allow her to, and Fallon pressed a hand to the small of her back to encourage a better angle for the both of them.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of this,” Fallon said into Savannah’s neck, once again scraping her teeth before kissing the angry skin.

Savannah didn’t answer. Fallon moved back slightly so she could look into Savannah’s eyes, and she found her lost in arousal. Fallon’s lips pulled upward as she pressed her mouth to Savannah’s in a quick embrace before she moved in again and tangled their tongues together.

Fallon stayed right where she was, teasing and holding Savannah. Savannah whimpered, and then moaned. Her entire body writhed under Fallon’s touch, as if it was impossible for her to hold still. Fallon would feel the same way if it was Savannah who was touching her. When—she corrected. When Savannah touched her. Because they would get there.

Fallon would make sure of it.

Savannah broke the kiss, scrunching her nose as a wondrous noise escaped her lips and she threw her head back into the wall behind her. “Fallon.”

“I’m right here,” Fallon whispered, still not stopping the movement of her fingers.

Savannah groaned, her eyes clenching shut. As much as Fallon would love to look deep into those eyes right now, she was pleased with the way Savannah moved against her, the inability for Savannah to control those small movements as she gave herself over to the pleasure. The guttural sound ripped from Savannah’s lips as she crashed through that first orgasm, her chest heaving with heavy breath.

Fallon moved her hand away, bringing Savannah’s mouth to hers once more. They pressed together against the wall, still mostly clothed. Fallon didn’t want to break the touch, the kiss, but she knew if she was going to carry out what she’d asked for earlier that day that she was going to have to. She slid her hands down Savannah’s sides until she reached the edge of Savannah’s jeans and tugged them up a bit.

“Take your shoes off.” Fallon stepped away fully, giving Savannah the space she needed. Though she didn’t go far, because she could tell that Savannah’s knees were jelly and it was difficult for her to move and put her full weight down without being wobbly.

Finally with Savannah’s hand in her own, Fallon led the way to her bedroom. She opened the door and stepped inside, letting go of Savannah’s hand. Savannah hadn’t even buttoned up her pants again, thankfully. It would make getting naked much easier. Reaching for the edge of her shirt, Fallon pulled it over her head. She hadn’t bothered to put on a bra that morning when she woke up since she was planning on being home all day and staying as relaxed as possible.

Savannah’s eyes widened, locking on Fallon’s chest like she was a teenager seeing boobs in the flesh for the first time. Fallon’s heart thudded hard. It’d been a long time since she’d felt stunning in the eyes of another. While she took care of her body, she was aging, and her body had changed over the years.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve this,” Savannah mumbled under her breath as she tugged her shirt off. “Maybe I did nothing.”

“Probably that,” Fallon responded, hooking her thumbs into her loose pants. It was now or never. There was absolutely no going back anymore. They were here, and they were doing this. Fallon pushed her pants down her legs along with her underwear, and stood in the buff in front of Savannah, letting Savannah gaze freely.

Every inch of Fallon’s body was exposed. The random scars on her legs and arms from when she was a kid and had been caught in the crossfires, the scars that had faded but not disappeared completely, the way her hips had an extra slight dip because she’d struggled to maintain weight in the last ten years before she’d given up on weight goals and focused more on what it meant to be healthy for her.

Savannah dropped her shirt and then pushed her pants down, stepping out of them and toward Fallon. “I can’t believe I’m even here.”

Fallon could agree with the sentiment. It had almost felt like this was always going to remain a dream, and nothing was ever going to become reality.

“Better start believing,” Fallon answered, trying to convince herself as much as Savannah. “Get on the bed. I was serious before.”

Savannah’s lips parted like she was going to say something, but she stopped herself. She climbed onto the bed, resting on her back in the middle of it. Fallon crawled on top, placing her knees between Savannah’s legs and pressing their mouths together in a deep kiss. Fallon didn’t want to stop this. She never wanted to leave this room, at least not for a long time. She’d been right before when she anticipated that the connection between them was going to be stronger, that the sex would be better because of that.

Given free reign of Savannah’s naked body, Fallon touched her tenderly. She was beyond ready to bury herself between Savannah’s legs and stay there until she had to come up for air. The scent of Savannah’s arousal, so familiar and yet so unique, called to Fallon. It had been a long time since she’d been with a woman, and it had been a long time since she’d allowed herself to even consider this kind of depth to such a moment.

But with Savannah it felt right.

Savannah pushed up onto her elbows, those wide brown eyes staring as Fallon rested on her stomach. Raising a questioning eyebrow, Fallon threaded her fingers through the dark curls between Savannah’s legs, touching without doing what she was fairly certain they both desperately wanted.

“I want to see you,” Savannah said, her voice soft.

“I’m not telling you to close your eyes.” Fallon tilted her head to the side and kissed the inside of Savannah’s thigh.

“Yeah, but if I lay back I can’t…” Savannah paused, and the hitch in her voice caught Fallon’s attention.

Was this an insecurity popping up? Savannah hadn’t really said anything or made any types of comments about her body, but was this it?

“I can’t see over my belly.” Savannah’s cheeks reddened, and Fallon instantly recognized it as shame.

She hated seeing it there. Sighing lightly, Fallon slid up onto her knees and covered Savannah again, pushing her down into the mattress with a kiss. She reached over and grabbed the pillows from the head of the bed and shoved them against the headboard.

“Lean against the bed.”

Savannah craned her neck over her shoulder at the soft cushioned seat Fallon had created with a few quick movements. Savannah pulled herself backward and leaned against the soft pillows. Fallon waited until she was settled before asking, “Better?”

Savannah nodded, her lower lip pulled tightly between her teeth.

“Good, because I want you to see and do and feel whatever it is you want tonight.”

“I like that idea.” Savannah still sounded unsure.

Fallon moved in, kissing Savannah’s cheek, and then her other one. She started pressing kisses in a slow, meandering path down Savannah’s neck and to the top of her chest. Savannah threaded her fingers into Fallon’s hair and tightened her grasp as she pushed her shoulders into the headboard.

“I know I’ve gained weight.”

“Savannah…” Fallon stopped her path and looked at Savannah directly. “No one is telling you that you have to be perfect. And for that matter, no one is telling you what perfect actually is except yourself. There’s nothing wrong with who you are.”

Savannah’s lips parted, her jaw dropping slightly. “Oh.”

“I’d really like to sink into you now. I want to know what you taste like, what other noises you make. I want to know what it feels like to have you between my legs, touching me, tasting me, consuming me.”

“Fallon…” Savannah’s voice wasn’t filled with worry this time, and Fallon was glad to hear it. Instead, the longing for more was prominent and distinct. Fallon was more turned on than ever before, her entire body screaming at her to either touch or be touched, and it took far more work to focus her mind to pick one to start with than it should have.

“May I?” Fallon finally asked.

“Yes.”

Bending down, Fallon caressed Savannah’s breast with one hand while she locked their mouths together. She touched and teased. She flicked Savannah’s nipples before covering them with her lips and teasing them with the tip of her tongue.

Resting on her stomach again, Fallon scraped her teeth tenderly over the inside of Savannah’s thigh, teasing her even more. The flood of her scent consumed Fallon in an instant, and she was drawn right to where they both wanted her to be. Fallon pressed her face between Savannah’s legs. Her cheeks dampened instantly, and Savannah’s flavor bloomed on her tongue.

Fallon sighed.

She was finally here, and she nearly couldn’t believe it. Not one for wasting time, Fallon pressed her tongue fully against Savannah, licking as much of her in one smooth stroke as she could possibly manage. Moving upward, she found that hard little nub that she’d rubbed earlier, still swollen and sensitive.

Savannah jerked suddenly, so Fallon knew she was right where she needed to be. Yet she probably needed to ease into this a little more. Damn them for being so horny they couldn’t make it to the bedroom to begin with this. Still, it had been a wonderful moment that Fallon wasn’t going to forget or regret.

A smooth swipe here, and gentle lick there, and Savannah settled into the pillow throne again. Fallon slid her hands and arms under Savannah’s thighs and pushed into her harder. Savannah moaned. Flicking her gaze upward, Fallon met Savannah’s gaze and held it. This was better than she’d expected. It was so much better than any fucking dream she’d had in the last few weeks. An even better outcome would be the dreams that resulted from this one moment, the ones that would plague her for years to come because Fallon knew without a doubt that they would.

Savannah stretched her arms above her head, her wrists bending awkwardly so she could grab hold of the top of the headboard and push into Fallon’s mouth. She grunted, pulling a face that was only sexy in this moment, and Fallon continued to watch Savannah unfold around her.

“Fa-Fallon.”

Fallon didn’t move. She wanted so much to tell Savannah to come, to let go, to release all those blocks she was still holding and just feel, but if she stopped then they’d likely have to start over again. Not that she’d mind, but she was pretty sure that Savannah would give her the stink eye. Fallon held onto Savannah’s hips, holding her in place.

“I’m… I…”

But that was it. Savannah jerked hard, her voice guttural and uncontrolled careening through the room. It was music to Fallon’s ears, and she held on, slowing her licks and touches, easing Savannah down from the high with every breath she had. Finally, Savannah touched the top of Fallon’s head, and Fallon pulled away completely.

“Holy fuck, Fallon.”

Laughing quietly, Fallon wiped her cheeks with her palm before crawling up Savannah’s body, pressing kisses here and there, capturing a nipple between her lips, and sliding to lie next to Savannah.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve found myself between a woman’s legs,” Fallon commented, trailing one finger up and down Savannah’s side and around her body. “It was worth the wait.”

“I’d say so.” Savannah grinned, turning her cheek down. She shimmied down onto the mattress, turning into Fallon’s body and wrapping a leg over Fallon’s. “It’s been a hell of a long time since I’ve been with a woman, too.”

Fallon hummed her agreement, gliding her finger across Savannah’s lips. She wanted to lean in and kiss her again, her heart thumping along at a steady rhythm reminding her exactly why she’d needed this. The physical release mixed with the emotional would bring her back to even keel again, it would set her back into the right space.

“What would you like?” Savannah rolled onto her side, pressing her warm body into Fallon’s already chilling one.

“Anything you’re willing to try.” Fallon flicked her finger lightly across Savannah’s nipple playfully. “Mouth, fingers, grinding—you name it, and I’ll participate.”

Savannah shuddered, shaking her head. “Free rein?”

“Free rein,” Fallon confirmed.

With shaky hands, Savannah reached forward and touched Fallon’s breast. Fallon turned more onto her back, allowing Savannah to touch more, to tease more, to do anything she wanted. She opened herself physically to whatever was about to happen.

“Touch me,” Fallon demanded quietly.

Fallon could almost see the debate written plainly across Savannah’s face—the concern, the worry, the confusion. Ending it swiftly, Fallon parted her knees and leaned back into the pillows Savannah had just been resting on.

“Mouth,” Fallon said. “Just use your mouth.”

Savannah nodded. She didn’t tease. She didn’t even slide into it. She placed her lips over Fallon’s clit and sucked before flicking her tongue. Fallon gasped. Her eyes fluttered shut as her back arched. Oh this was glorious. It had definitely been the right decision. Fallon grunted and swallowed, trying to form some word to let Savannah know that whatever she was doing, she was doing it right, but she could barely make her tongue move to form Savannah’s name.

“So good,” Fallon finally managed. She carded her fingers through Savannah’s hair, pushing it away from her face. Pushing her hips down, Fallon increased the pressure of Savannah’s mouth against her and groaned in response. This was exactly what she’d wanted and needed.

As she writhed, Savannah seemed to gain more confidence. She lifted Fallon’s legs onto her shoulders and pushed in even more. Fallon hummed, rocking her hips straight into Savannah’s mouth, the rhythm consistent as they stayed connected. She gripped onto the edge of the pillow with her free hand, still keeping her other hand tangled in Savannah’s long locks.

“You’re amazing.” Fallon managed to get the words out before gasping again. “Don’t stop.”

Savannah sucked in a breath sharply, the cold air moving across Fallon’s clit unexpectedly sending her to the edge of her orgasm quicker than she’d expected. With Savannah’s hot mouth back on her body, Fallon knew she wasn’t going to last much longer. She leaned into the pleasure as it built, pulling her entire focus to what was happening between her legs. She grunted, clamping her thighs together against Savannah’s head and holding on tightly as she allowed the pleasure to sweep through her, across her, completely consuming her.

When she finally calmed her breathing and opened her eyes, Savannah stared at her with curiosity. Shaking her head, Fallon laughed lightly. “We’re so doing this again.”

“Really?” Savannah asked.

“Absolutely.”