Chapter 14

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“I’m so glad you came.” Savannah nearly choked on her words, realizing far too late the innuendo she’d made. Swallowing that down, she opened the front door to her apartment a little wider to allow Fallon to step inside.

“Is that supposed to mean something?” Fallon asked, her lips quirking slightly in a way that meant she was teasing but didn’t want the whole world to know.

“Um, eventually.” Savannah was back to that uncertain self she’d found the last time they’d met up like this. And she didn’t like it one bit. She’d never been particularly confident when it came to sex, but she’d at least been competent. Now she just felt like she was a tilt-a-whirl of unknown every time Fallon was near her.

“Good to know.” Fallon shifted a small bag from one hand to the other. She dropped her gaze all down Savannah’s body, lingering on places like her lips, her breasts, her eyes.

Savannah’s heart rate was already picking up speed, right along with her insecurities. She hated that they were running wild lately. She never wanted to be that person, and yet somehow, here she was, second guessing and questioning everything she did and said, and trying to make sure that she was good enough for this woman who wanted nothing but sex from her.

“You said Brinley is here?” Fallon asked, her voice lowering to just above a whisper, as if Brinley would hear her and come out of the bedroom.

Nodding, Savannah shut and locked the door. “She’s asleep, and she sleeps like the dead.”

“Good, because I expect a bit of screaming.”

Savannah gave a nervous smile as she led the way back to her bedroom. They weren’t going to tease their way into sex this time like they did last time. Granted, the text messages had gone from pointedly asking sexual questions to more support through Savannah’s grieving in the last week. But she missed the teasing that they’d had with each other, and she wanted it back.

With the door shut, Savannah’s nerves worked deeper into her belly. She sat awkwardly on the edge of her full-sized bed and watched as Fallon set her bag into the corner of the room and put her hands on her hips, staring her down.

“Are there any rules that you want me to be aware of when it comes to Brinley? What to say to her or not to say to her?” Fallon started with the buttons on her blouse, pulling them one at a time and revealing smooth creamy skin.

“Oh, um, don’t tell her anything untrue. She’s very discerning.”

“Good to know.” Fallon pulled her blouse off and dropped it to the floor next to her bag, right along with her heels, which she slipped out of. Fallon reached to her side and slid down the zipper on her pencil skirt.

Savannah couldn’t take her eyes off of every single move that Fallon made. She was completely entranced—or at least she wanted to be. Instead, her mind kept bobbing around from topic to topic. “I mean, don’t tell Brin that we’re dating or something like that.”

“Because we’re not,” Fallon said as she stepped closer, her bare feet sinking into the carpet as her hips swayed from side to side. Fallon was nearly naked, and Savannah was still completely covered by her pajama shorts and loose tank top.

“Right, we’re not.” Savannah couldn’t find words. She wanted to tell Fallon what she was feeling, but they weren’t here for feelings, were they? That much was clear with how she’d invited Fallon over that night. They were here to fuck, not to make nice or compliment each other. Something about tonight felt far more like a booty call than the last time they’d done this.

“I won’t tell her anything about what we do in here.” Fallon bent down, pressing her mouth to Savannah’s.

Turning her chin up to meet Fallon’s mouth, Savannah pushed herself into the kiss. She wanted to forget the awkwardness, forget what she was worried about, and forget that she wasn’t as confident with her body as she used to be. The extra weight and all those years of unplanned celibacy were doing a number on her brain.

“I’ve been thinking about this a lot,” Fallon murmured against Savannah’s mouth. She covered Savannah, pushing her into the mattress.

Warmth filled Savannah’s chest. This wasn’t just sex. Not with the way that Fallon was talking, not with the softness in her voice. They’d spent hours together not having sex. They’d spent time consoling each other, sharing their pain and their hurt. Opening herself up, Savannah wrapped her arms around Fallon’s back, gliding her fingers along Fallon’s smooth skin.

She’d needed this.

Because it was more than sex. It was connection. It was enjoyment. Digging her heels into the mattress, Savannah pushed up with her hips and flipped them over. She effectively pinned Fallon between her and the bed, and nipped at Fallon’s lower lip.

“I’m so glad you’re here tonight,” Savannah whispered against Fallon’s skin.

“Me too.”

Stripping off her tank, Savannah shifted her hips. She didn’t want to crush Fallon’s smaller frame by any means, and that fear raced through her. Fallon skimmed her hands up Savannah’s sides, over her hips and along her breasts. Savannah bent her head, covering Fallon’s nipple with her mouth. She flicked her tongue over the hardened nub and then sucked.

Fallon groaned, digging her fingers deeper into Savannah’s sides and wiggling under her touch. “I haven’t been able to get your fingers out of my mind.” Fallon’s laugh was dry. “Or your mouth.”

Savannah’s cheeks heated, but it wasn’t embarrassment. Rather it was hope and passion. She’d felt exactly the same, and she was more than excited for the fact that Fallon had agreed to do this again. “Tell me what you want me to do this time.”

“Anything with your mouth. You’re wicked with it.” Fallon bumped her hips up against Savannah. “Take your shorts off though. I only want you.”

Savannah climbed off Fallon’s lap and did as she was told. The chilly air was more than she’d anticipated, and goosebumps formed along her skin on her legs and her arms. Her bed was so much smaller than Fallon’s, but it was what she had. They were going to have to be far more careful with what they did because of that.

“Please tell me you have a strap,” Fallon murmured when Savannah climbed back on top of her.

“I don’t. I never…” Savannah stopped. She’d been about to say she hadn’t needed one, not with Forrest. He’d never have allowed something like that to happen. But even before and after, she’d never thought she’d be doing something like this again. She’d always thought that she would be lonely and old and gray.

“I’ll bring one next time.”

“Next time?” Savannah asked, pressing her crotch onto Fallon’s smooth leg. The pressure was brilliant, and exactly what she’d wanted in the moment.

“Oh yes, we’re definitely doing this as many times as humanly possible.” Fallon pulled on Savannah’s hips, encouraging her to come down on top of her. Complying, Savannah pressed their mouths together in a heated kiss.

She stopped talking and started focusing only on touching Fallon. Fallon had brought her so much pleasure before, and Savannah just wanted to do the exact same if she could. Savannah snaked her hand down Fallon’s body, caressing each breast before cupping the back of Fallon’s neck.

Climbing off the bed, she stood at the side of it and pulled on Fallon’s calves until she was much closer to the edge. Bending down, Savannah pressed delicate kiss after wet kiss along Fallon’s smooth skin.

Fallon threw her hands over her head, gripping at the bedsheets, trying to find something to hold on it, but she didn’t manage it. “Want me in you?”

“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 breathed warm 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.

“Do you like this?”

Fallon’s groan was enough of a response, but the words were exactly what Savannah had needed to hear. “You’re amazing.”

Savannah didn’t add any pressure or take any away. She kept the motion right along with Fallon’s body as she once again twitched her hips back and forth into the touch. Savannah stayed right where she was, gazing down on Fallon as she wound up and unraveled at the simple touch of Savannah’s hand. This was one of the most beautiful things that Savannah had ever seen, this powerful, put-together woman who knew exactly what she wanted and how she was going to get it.

Fallon wasn’t afraid of anything.

Grunting, Fallon turned onto her back and shook her head. “Now I really need a minute.”

Laughing, Savannah curled up next to her and drew random patterns against Fallon’s skin. She would lie there for as long as it took for Fallon to come back to her head. Even if it was all night. Savannah didn’t want to move, she didn’t want to leave. This was as perfect as their night could get. Perhaps as perfect as the two of them could be together.