Page 91 of Imperfectly Perfect

Savannah didn’t want to get stuck in her embarrassment. She wrapped her arms around the back of Fallon’s neck and pulled her down. Savannah cradled Fallon between her legs, melding their mouths together, their tongues tangling. She sucked in a sharp breath and held onto the hope that she’d found in the last few minutes.

Fallon pressed her hand against Savannah’s hip and pushed Savannah’s shirt up. The fabric sliding across her skin was rough compared to Fallon’s tender touches. Fallon raised up over her, a smile that looked like it would never leave on her lips.

“I love looking at you,” Fallon said as she cupped Savannah’s breast. “Touching you.”

Savannah arched her back, longing for more of that touch. She pulled at Fallon’s shirt, tugging it over her head and throwing it somewhere behind her. She didn’t care so long as she had access to Fallon’s skin, her body, her touches and caresses. Savannah unclasped Fallon’s bra and immediately touched her newly exposed skin. Laughing, Fallon pressed kisses down Savannah’s neck, across her chin, and over her still covered chest.

“Savannah…” Fallon nipped at Savannah’s ear. “Touch me.”

“I am touching you,” Savannah giggled as she pinched Fallon’s nipple into a peak.

“I want you inside me.” Fallon reached between them and pulled at the button on her jeans and immediately tried to push them over her hips.

When she couldn’t manage to get it done, Savannah laughed. She moved her hands down and helped Fallon wriggle out of her clothes. Immediately, she pressed her hand between Fallon’s legs, enjoying the sound of Fallon’s sigh in her ear. Savannahcould get so used to that sound if Fallon would let her, and now maybe they had a chance for it.

Savannah rubbed Fallon’s clit lightly, making circles that barely touched her, but that she knew would drive Fallon crazy. She used her feet to push Fallon’s pants the rest of the way off, the plunk of the clothes dropping to the floor below the best sound that Savannah had heard in a long time.

“Don’t make me beg,” Fallon murmured, kisses following immediately.

Savannah wanted to know exactly what that would sound like. She almost couldn’t imagine it. Fallon was always so regimented and even-keeled. She wouldn’t get on her knees and beg, would she?

“Savannah,” Fallon said in a warning.

“I kind of want you to beg me now.” Savannah didn’t move her hand away though. She wasn’t sure exactly what she wanted other than to be right here and now with Fallon, allowing hope and light to flow between them.

“Don’t be silly,” Fallon muttered as she rocked her hips.

Savannah narrowed her gaze and curled her lips up. “No. Beg.”

“Savannah,” Fallon said, warning in her tone. “I don’t like to play games.”

“Oh, but I think you’ll enjoy this one.” Savannah kept her hand moving, not wanting Fallon to think she would stop if she didn’t beg.

Fallon groaned and dropped her head onto Savannah’s chest. She took slow and deep breaths, until she moved slightly and scraped her teeth down Savannah’s neck. “Please fuck me.”

Humming, Savannah grabbed onto the back of Fallon’s thigh and pulled her a little closer. “That’s a good start.”

“I want you inside me already.”

“I promise you, that will absolutely happen.” A small thrill ran through Savannah, filling her chest with a glee she loved to experience. It helped to push all those loud fears to the back of her mind where she could ignore them for a little longer. It helped to distract her from what she didn’t want and focus on what she craved.

“Now.”

“That’s a demand, not a request.” Savannah pressed her palm against Fallon’s breast and squeezed. Planting her foot onto the bed, she pushed her hips up and flipped them over so she was finally on top of Fallon. Savannah moved so she wasn’t sitting on Fallon’s thighs but next to her and immediately dipped one finger deep inside Fallon.

“That’s it,” Fallon groaned through the words.

The sound rang true to Savannah’s ears. She wetted her thumb and moved smaller circles over Fallon’s clit while sliding a second finger in. Her mind strayed to the strap that was nestled in the drawer in her dresser, somewhere where she hoped wandering eyes wouldn’t find it.

“Stay here.” Savannah climbed off the bed and stripped her shirt as she walked toward the dresser. She’d wanted this experience from the moment she and Fallon had agreed to something more than mere friendship.

Savannah rummaged in the dresser and found the strap she’d purchased along with the lube she’d stashed next to it. She turned back around, the items in her hand and nearly stumbled in her steps. Fallon was spread out on the bed, her knees parted, two fingers deep and her head thrown back as she pleasured herself. Savannah’s pussy clenched, hard. Her body responded immediately, creaming as her breath caught in her throat. “Oh.”

Fallon’s seductive chuckle was nearly enough to tip Savannah over the edge into her own orgasm. She never would have expected that another’s pleasure would bring her to thebrink without so much as a single touch or taste. And yet here she was, staring at Fallon and ready to allow her own release.

“Like what you see?” Fallon crooned from the bed. “It’d be better if you’d get over here.”

“I’m pretty sure I said something about begging.”

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