Graceless (Grace Notes #2)

Brynn spluttered a laugh despite herself.

“You’re always sexy,” she agreed, a small quirk of her lower lip signaling that perhaps they weren’t going to argue after all.

Savannah curled a finger towards her and Brynn didn’t take her eyes off her as she crossed the room, sliding her hands gently around her lower back, standing close enough that Savannah had to look up slightly to meet her wife’s eyes. Something about their height difference had always caused a slight tug of heat inside her.

“I think you should get down on your knees and say that,” Savannah murmured. Brynn raised her eyebrows.

“Oh, you would think that.” Her dark eyes were amused but definitely considering. Her hands slid down over her ass, and Savannah knew she had won. Her heart rate started to speed up as she flashed forward a few minutes to when her wife’s tongue would be softly slipping against her right where she needed it.

“Put your money where your mouth is, honey,” she instructed and pointed down at the floor. Brynn’s eyes flashed.

“So bossy,” she murmured, her hands squeezing her ass firmly. “I should do something about that.”

“Oh, please do.” Savannah gazed at her from under her lashes, daring her.

“You always think you’re in charge.” Brynn shook her head and instead of doing what she was told, she gently spun Savannah around, took her hands and pressed them flat against the wall for support. “Leave them there,” Brynn said, her voice soft but firm, and a shiver of pleasure ran through her.

Brynn gently began to kiss the back of her neck and her bare shoulders, her hands slipping down the front of her sundress to tease her nipples. A gasp of heat escaped her as Brynn toyed with her mercilessly.

“Not so in charge now,” Brynn murmured, her lips against her ear and Savannah moaned, desire taking her over, putty in her wife’s hands. Brynn very slowly slid her fingers up the back of her thigh and under her dress, teasing along her abdomen below the bump to the waistband of her panties. Her other hand was still squeezing her nipple, making Savannah gasp in time with her insistent touch. She kept her hands flat on the wall, knowing from experience that when Brynn wanted to render her helpless, she meant it.

Her wife’s fingers slowly slipped down inside her panties, where she was aching and slippery with want.

“Oh, that’s it, baby,” Brynn whispered. “Give me what I want.” She made soft wet circles against her, making Savannah cry out, her legs already trembling. “I’m going to make you come all over my fingers,” she murmured. “You’re so easy for me, aren’t you, honey?” Savannah couldn’t prove her wrong, even if she wanted to.

Later, after Brynn had made her point abundantly clear, it was Savannah who found herself on her knees. It was, pragmatically, the easiest way for her to make love to her wife without the bump getting in the way, Savannah reminded herself. It wasn’t just that part of her found it desperately pleasurable to hand over control to the one person she trusted the most. Brynn’s fingers tugged at her hair, pressing harder against her mouth and with a small moan, Savannah had to admit that maybe, it was mostly the second thing.

Afterward, Savannah lay satisfied in her wife’s arms, both of them naked above the covers.

“I’m glad you took the day off,” she said lazily, her fingers gently mapping the smatter of freckles across the bridge of Brynn’s nose.

“Some of us know how to pace ourselves,” Brynn agreed, cradling her close, her hand sliding over the curve of her belly between them.

“Thank god,” Savannah sighed. “You do make good use of your time.”

They talked about Brynn’s days in the studio, Greta, their friends, the music that Savannah was dying to hear. No music had ever moved her more than the incredible album Brynn had made during the long year that they’d been apart.

“And how was Cassidy?” she asked, with a trace of anxiety. “Is she behaving herself in the studio?”

“It’s the strangest thing.” Brynn propped herself up on her elbow to gaze at her. “But I think Greta…likes her?”

“Greta doesn’t like anybody,” Savannah denied.

“I know. But her and Cassidy just seem to gel, somehow. I know, it’s weird.”

“They’re literally both the prickliest people I know.” She felt slightly put out that despite their extensive professional relationship, Greta had never once demonstrated a hint of warmth towards her and here she was, seemingly being charmed by her little sister, of all people.

“Kindred spirits.” Brynn shrugged. “I’m also not sure if she has a bigger crush on Noah or on Coral.”

Savannah smiled.

“They’re both pretty great. They’d be good for her.”

“Yeah, so that’s the thing. She really seems keen to learn. From all of us.”

“Learn what?” Savannah was skeptical.

“Music,” Brynn said simply. Savannah snorted.