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“Touch yourself for me.” Pulling away, Fallon positioned the toy right at Savannah’s entrance.

“Now,” Savannah said with a nod. She hooked her heels behind Fallon’s butt and pulled her in closer.

Fallon slid the toy inside Savannah, holding her breath the entire time. She loved doing this. She loved being the one in control of her partner’s pleasure, feeling the rise and fall of their time together, when they could find each other in the basest way. Savannah grunted, her face scrunched up before she relaxed.

“You ready?” Fallon asked.

“Yes.”

Keeping the movements slow, Fallon pulled her hips away slightly and thrust back in. She’d make it hard and fast as soon as she had a better understanding of how Savannah was going to handle everything. Savannah stretched her arms over her head and immediately moved them back down. She slid her fingers in between their bodies and swiped two fingers over her clit.

Fallon had to bite back her own groan at the sight. Savannah was stunning in so many ways. But watching them do this together was one of her favorites. With Savannah’s heels locked around her back, Fallon pushed forward. She continued to thrust, a sheen of sweat glistening along her back as Savannah touched herself. Fallon could barely pull her gaze away from the place where they were joined.

“Fallon.” Savannah swallowed. “I’m close.”

Saying nothing, Fallon watched with rapt attention as Savannah slid into her second orgasm, as she tensed with pleasure, as she contorted with joy. Bending over Savannah’s body, Fallon locked their lips together in a deep embrace.

“I love you,” Fallon whispered.

Savannah grinned back at her, a sloppy, satisfied, joy-filled grin. Fallon never wanted to see any other kind of smile after that one. This one was perfect. Pressing kisses to Savannah’s body as she pulled away, Fallon took the strap off and climbed onto the bed. She wanted to press herself against Savannah, be as close to her as possible tonight.

Trailing her fingers over Savannah’s skin, making sweet patterns as she went, Fallon settled into this moment. This was more than she could ever have asked for from a relationship. She bit her lip, her eyes stopping up with tears that she managed to hold back.

“I never thought I’d be able to have this, you know,” Fallon said. “I was so scared that if I even stepped one foot in the direction of a relationship that I would become him.”

“But you haven’t,” Savannah chimed.

“No, I haven’t.”

“And you haven’t become Forrest 2.0 either.”

Fallon laughed and shook her head. “Thank God for that one.”

“Yes, thank God for it.” Savannah hooked her leg over Fallon’s and pulled herself up so she straddled Fallon’s hips. “But this isn’t where our relationship ends.”

“No, it doesn’t end here.” Fallon ran her hands up and down Savannah’s thighs. “I don’t know where it’s going, though.”

“I think I might.” Savannah bent down, pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of Fallon’s lips. Then another one to the other side.

“Well, I think I might know where tonight’s taking us.” Fallon reached up, cupping Savannah’s breasts and teasing her nipples. They were hard, sensitive, and exactly within reach. Fallon loved the way Savannah sucked in a sharp breath, the way she wiggled when something was too sensitive but she didn’t want to give up the touch, the way she was always ready for more.

“And tomorrow?”

“Probably tomorrow too.”

Savannah stealthily moved one hand down Fallon’s body, pressing her fingers right between her legs. She slid two inside Fallon and instantly curled them upward. “What about next week?”

Fallon groaned, her hips raising up to meet Savannah’s hand. She needed more than just two fingers settled inside her. She needed movement—touch. Biting her lip, Fallon opened her eyes and gave Savannah a hard look. “Next week probably looks a lot like this week.”

Savannah swiped her thumb along Fallon’s clit, eliciting a moan that took them both by surprise. Giggling, Savannah leaned down and captured Fallon’s nipple with her mouth, teasing it to a peak with her tongue.

“Next month?”

“What?” Fallon furrowed her brow, so lost in the touches that she must have missed what Savannah had said to begin with.

“What about next month? What does that look like?”

“Savannah…” Fallon said in a warning. She wasn’t going to be able to concentrate on Savannah’s touches and the conversation at the same time for much longer. She was already struggling with that.