Page 81 of Falls From Grace
“Oh good girl,” Brynn hissed and Savannah forgot herself, lifting her hands off the bed to dig her fingernails into Brynn’s back as she began to thrust.
Oh god, Brynn had stamina. Savannah arched her back in desperate appreciation, her eyes squeezing shut, then fluttering open as her hips rolled to meet her. Brynn was gazing down at her with a focus and hungry determination that made her ache even harder.
“Touch yourself,” Brynn whispered, and her dark eyes burned as Savannah slipped her hand between them and began to stroke, her mouth falling open at all the sensation as Brynn shifted her hips to thrust deeper. Oh god, she was not going to last.
After she’d come, helplessly hard, crying out so loudly she only hoped the rest of the hotel was sleeping deeply, she pushed Brynn onto her back and sat astride her, writhing her hips and pushing the base of the dildo up against her in slow, rhythmic pressure, watching Brynn’s eyes go wide and then slam shut as the friction pushed her over the edge, gasping as she rocked up into Savannah’s body.
“Just wait,” Savannah leaned down and murmured in her ear, “until I can use my fingers on you properly.”
Brynn convulsed.
The goal to make love all night was admittedly grandiose mid-tour right after a stadium show. It was close to three a.m., and Savannah curled into Brynn’s body, her desire momentarily sated and her heart incredibly full. Her eyes began to drift shut, despite herself. Brynn lightly brushed her fingers over her cheek, making her smile, then slipped away, freeing herself from the harness. Then she was back, her naked body incredibly warm, kissing the nape of her neck and making her shiver before pulling her in to spoon her, strong arms around her body.
Savannah could only imagine how exhausted Brynn too must be after the adrenaline of the night and her first ever stadium show. To still have the energy to fuck Savannah the way she just had, well… Savannah smiled as she thought about how confused Chester would be when she called to all but beg the label to book Brynn Marshall for the entire rest of the tour. She reached out and snapped off the bedside lamp.
“I cannot tell you how glad I am we didn’t wait until we were seventy,” Savannah whispered into the dark with a smug grin.
Brynn laughed softly.
“That would have been a long damn wait.” She felt Brynn’s smile against her skin, another kiss finding the nape of her neck.
“Slightly less so for me,” Savannah mused sleepily. “I’m four years older than you. I learned that from your NPR bio.”
“You read my press?” Brynn’s husky voice in the darkness sounded incredulous.
“Sometimes,” she admitted. She stroked the arm slung around her, remembering the long days and immensely long nights without this. “I missed you,” she whispered into the darkness. It felt like an understatement. She’d longed for her. “Even when I was angry, I still wanted whatever I could have of you.”
Brynn tugged her onto her back and cupped her face.
“I missed you too,” she whispered, then kissed her with immense care, like Savannah was breakable. The sweetness of it made her gasp, and they found they were not so tired after all.
“Savannah,” the voice was insistent, intruding on her wonderful dreams. She snuggled deeper into the pillow. “Savannah!” Someone was gently shaking her and her eyes cracked open on an incredible sight: Brynn Marshall, stark naked, in her bed, in the golden morning light. Looking… wide eyed and panicked? Finally, Savannah heard the knocking on the internal door from the adjoining suite. “Oh my god, what do we do?” Brynn jumped up, still naked, and Savannah paused for a moment to fully appreciate the sight. “Savannah.” She grabbed the quilt from the bed to wrap around herself.
“Two seconds,” Savannah called, belatedly jumping into action. She stepped equally naked to the wardrobe and opened it, pulling out the complimentary robes, smirking when she realized that despite her panic, Brynn’s eyes were solidly on her ass. She turned and raised an eyebrow, until Brynn blinked, and they were both rapidly clothed in white, fluffy hotel robes.
Savannah went over and opened the door and in rushed Tucker, jumping into her arms.
“Mama!”
“Hey baby! How’d you sleep?”
Tucker just smooshed his face into her shoulder and clung on like a baby monkey the way he always did in the mornings. He was getting heavy, but Savannah found she still hoped he’d never stop.
“Holy shi- sugar,” said Lane from the doorway. They pushed into the room and pointed at Brynn, who was trying her best to look natural in her robe, and not like she’d just about been sprung naked in Savannah’s bed. Savannah couldn’t wait until she found out about the serious sex hair she was sporting. “Yes!” Lane cried, pumping their fist like they were at a sports match. “How long did it take you to finally do something right for a change?” they accused Brynn, who laughed even as she rolled her eyes.
“I did it all for you, Lane,” she said. The two of them hugged like they’d been parted for a decade, Brynn ruffling Lane’s hair until they ducked out, batting her hand away. Savannah laughed.
“I didn’t realize you two had become such good friends.”
“Oh, we’re not,” Lane denied, making a disgusted face. “I’ve just been tolerating her presence in the hopes she’ll stop flailing around and make good with her life.”
“Totally.” Brynn looked appalled. “If anyone asked me, I would definitely not say they were basically like my best friend other than Noah. Because that would just be all the constant annoying contact talking.”
Lane looked genuinely moved for a second.
“That’s so embarrassing for you,” they said, biting back a grin. “I’m basically a kid.”
Tucker pulled back from Savannah’s shoulder and wriggled to be put down. He saw Brynn in the room and did a visible double take.
