Tilly heard everything.
Her thighs tightened around their leg, hips lifting the slightest bit like her body was reaching for something before she could think.
Tilly swallowed hard and pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to her throat — tasting the heat there, feeling her gasp vibrate against their lips.
Savannah arched sharply beneath them, hands sliding higher under Tilly’s shirt in a desperate, seeking motion.
Tilly groaned — actually groaned — into her neck.
The sound seemed to rip through Savannah — her whole body jolted like the noise had touched her spine. Her hands scrambled higher, curling around the back of Tilly’s neck, holding them close without quite pulling, as if she was afraid of taking too much but even more afraid of losing the heat of their mouth on her skin. Tilly felt her trembling grow sharper, more focused, every breath she released brushing hot against their ear. They lifted their head just enough to see her, and the look on Savannah’s face nearly unraveled them — flushed, lips parted, eyes blown wide with need she wasn’t bothering to hide anymore.
She was unraveling under them, open in a way that felt precious and impossible, like she hadn’t realized she was giving anything away until it was too late to take it back. And God, Tilly wanted to honor that, wanted to move slowly, carefully, but the way Savannah’s thighs tightened around their leg made restraint feel like trying to hold back the tide with their bare hands.
They slid one palm up her side, fingers tracing the curve of her waist, guiding her gently, deliberately, into the angle they knew she needed. Savannah followed with a soft, broken sound that tore through Tilly’s last thread of hesitation.
They slid their hand down her side again, stopping at the button of her jeans. Savannah’s breath caught — not in hesitation, but in anticipation. Tilly opened the button with a soft flick, pushed past the denim, and the moment their hand found her heat, everything inside Tilly went molten.
The fabric of Savannah’s underwear felt slippery under their rough fingertips as they began circling her clit slowly.
Savannah’s head tipped back, and she let out a low moan.
“That’s it.” They whispered to her softly.
Their fingers began to increase the tempo, as Savannah’s moans grew louder.
“I need to feel you.” Savannah gasped. “Please.”
Tilly removed their hand and helped Savannah pull her pants off. They sat up and pulled their own shirt off, the nude colored tape on their chest curling at the corners.
Leaning back down, Savannah’s fingers found the line where their skin met the edge of the tape; their skin prickled.
Tilly’s hand found Savannah’s center once more, and they groaned at the wetness they found there; their fingers resumed their circling. Savannah moaned at the direct contact, and Tilly kissed her, swallowing the moan whole.
They slipped a single finger inside Savannah and stopped to let her adjust to the new feeling.
“More, please,” Savannah begged.
Tilly smirked and looked down at her. “Patience.”
They slid their finger back, slowly enough to tease and far enough to add a second finger to the mix.
Savannah moaned her pleasure, and Tilly let their mouth fall back to her neck, teeth scraping the sensitive skin there.
“That’s it, baby.” Their mouth faltered on the pet name. They almost pulled the word back, terrified it was too intimate, too hopeful — too much for something they still weren’t sure they were allowed to have; but Savannah didn’t seem to notice.
They pumped their hand as Savannah’s pleasure grew.
She grew louder with each thrust, her head tossed back, which Tilly used as their opportunity to place more hot kisses against her pulse point. A quick flick of their tongue, and Savannah’s earlobe was in their mouth.
They scraped their teeth gently across the soft skin, and Savannah’s breath hitched as she fell over the edge.
“Yes, Til!” The nickname seemed to fall off her mouth as if it had always done so. It sounded so right in her mouth, the realization hitting harder than it should have.
Forty
Savannah stayed still longer than she meant to.
Her body felt loose and heavy in a way she wasn’t used to, like the ground beneath her had shifted just enough to throw off her balance. This was the part she knew how to do. The quiet after. The slow return to herself. Except even that felt different now.
