Page 77 of Falls From Grace
“Then you stormed right past me in the wings like you couldn’t stand to look at me,” she reminded her.
Savannah’s voice was trembling with barely held together tension as she responded.
“I didn’t see you. I’d just come from blinding stage lighting into forty different people in the dark. I did see you when I came back for the encore though, and I couldn’t understand why you were running away so fast.”
“Then you… you don’t hate me,” Brynn whispered, her fingers slipping further, caressing unbearably soft skin.
“Right now I kind of hate you,” Savannah’s hips bucked, “Please, Brynn-”
“Because you came here to make love.” Brynn’s fingers didn’t budge.
“Yes. Although, I can’t believe you were going to let me hate-fuck-” her voice stuttered out as Brynn’s hand cupped her right where she was ferociously hot and wet.
“You were saying?” Brynn whispered, moving her fingers in a slow, wet circle.
“Nothing-” Savannah choked out, and Brynn watched her in fascination as red heat mottled her neck and her head fell back. “Oh god, Brynn-”
“You’re so beautiful like this,” she murmured wonderingly, keeping up the slow movement until Savannah lifted her head to gaze at her. Brynn felt her own body clench at the absolutely dazed desire in those blue eyes. She kept stroking her, watching Savannah shiver with pleasure, her lips parting, wordless with want. It felt, for a second, like an out-of-body experience, touching Savannah the way she’d always longed to.
“Please-” Savannah begged, and Brynn would have given her anything - the world if she could - with that look in her eyes. “More,” she whimpered, “I need more.”
Brynn slipped two fingers inside her and Savannah cried out and arched her back, her legs wrapping tighter around Brynn’s hips. Brynn pushed a third finger inside her and Savannah cursed, digging her fingernails into her shoulders, spreading her thighs wider for Brynn to fuck her.
Brynn’s bicep burned as she pushed hard into Savannah’s molten hot body, but there was nothing on this planet that would make her stop. She found the angle that made Savannah’s moans turn to ragged, short gasps and used her thumb to lightly slip against the bundle of nerves where she was needed most and Savannah’s jaw dropped, her face almost shocked as she was wracked with pleasure, her hips furiously riding Brynn’s fingers.
“Fuck yes,” Brynn gasped, thrusting harder, watching Savannah start to lose it. She’d never seen a hotter sight in all her life.
“Brynn,” Savannah’s voice came out a breathless stutter. “Kiss me,” she begged. Brynn did. Savannah gasped into her mouth and Brynn felt her whole body convulse, clenching down on her fingers. She pulled back just enough to see Savannah’s eyes squeezed tight, her face flushed red, her body trembling like a leaf as she rolled her hips, riding out the sensation. Heat suffused Brynn’s whole body as she watched Savannah come for her.
When her blue eyes opened again, Brynn felt her heart crack at the rawness of the expression on her face. She slowly slipped her fingers out, making Savannah moan, then pulled her in close and held her tightly while she regained her breath, tipping her face back for Brynn’s kiss. They kissed for a long time, Brynn cupping her hot face and Savannah clutching her hips to keep her close. Eventually, Brynn found herself smiling into the kiss.
“What?” Savannah murmured against her lips.
“I actually think you made my back bleed,” she accused, feeling the intense sting in her skin. Savannah pulled back and looked down at her hands.
“Oh my god, I forgot about these!” She held up her dainty fingers, each tipped with an expertly applied acrylic nail. Brynn grabbed her hand and looked at the extremely hard polished tips, built for beauty, but also to withstand guitar playing.
“I notice that wasn’t an apology.” She rolled her shoulders with a pointed wince.
Savannah just smiled.
“I’m not apologizing. It’s the least that you deserve. Although,” she paused, looking at Brynn through lowered lashes, “I suppose it means I’ll just have to use my mouth on you instead.” Brynn stopped breathing altogether and Savannah straight up smirked at her expression. “Oh,” she noted, “I think you’ll cope.”
She slipped off the bench and switched them, so Brynn leaned against it, her hands already gripping it for strength. Without looking away from Brynn’s eyes, Savannah reached down and slowly undid her pants. Brynn went dizzy. Between them, they got her out of them and Savannah tossed them aside.
“Shall I leave these out?” she asked, her voice a soft tease, looking down at her breasts, still bared above her dress and Brynn made a strangled sound in her throat, nodding adamantly. “You want to watch me get down on my knees for you?” Savannah asked. Her voice was low and sultry - as if that was a real question - and Brynn nearly came right then and there.
Savannah slid to her knees and tugged off Brynn’s soaked panties, kissing her way up her thighs before giving her a long, lazy, sinful lick from bottom to top, and Brynn almost blacked out. Her mouth was hot and her tongue soft. She looked down to see Savannah raise her lashes and make eye contact with her as she slowly swirled her tongue. She made little hums of pleasure as she worked Brynn up, making almost embarrassingly short work of her, teasing and slipping her tongue against her and into her, her fingers caressing Brynn’s ass and making her legs quiver until she slowly lapped her tongue and didn’t stop, her satisfied eyes watching Brynn absolutely come apart at her touch.
Brynn had never come that hard. Savannah moaned with pleasure as Brynn ground against her mouth, making a show of wiping her chin as she stood. She melded her body into Brynn’s as Brynn trembled with aftershocks, breathing hard.
“That,” Savannah murmured into her ear, “is for assuming I was a straight girl.”
Brynn gripped her tight, her knees still shaking.
“I mean, I-”
“You did.”
