Page 106 of Last Call

She shook off her thoughts with a chuckle and tried to step into the harness, but her foot caught, causing her to stumble forward and send a lamp crashing to the floor just before she landed beside it in a naked heap, the strap-on dropping next to her with a thud.

“Fallon? Are you okay?” Riley called from the bathroom.

“Fine, I’m fine!” Fallon grumbled.

The bathroom door opened, and Riley stepped out wearing only a towel, her damp hair cascading around her shoulders. She took in the sight of Fallon sprawled awkwardly on the floor, the strap-on lying incriminatingly next to her. Riley bit her lip, trying to hold back a laugh.

“Not. A. Word,” Fallon warned, giving Riley a warning glance.

Unable to contain herself any longer, Riley let out a giggle. She walked over and extended a hand to help Fallon up. “Having some trouble?” she asked, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

“You didn’t tell me I needed to be an astronaut to make this thing work,” Fallon quipped.

Riley smiled. “Well, I’m all for a trip out of this world,” she said, picking up the toy. “Here, let me help.”

Riley knelt in front of Fallon, sliding the harness up Fallon’s legs, her fingertips grazing Fallon’s skin. She adjusted the straps snugly around Fallon’s hips and stepped back to admire her handiwork.

“There. Perfect,” Riley declared, letting her towel drop to the floor.

Fallon looked at Riley, her frustration and embarrassment melting away, replaced by a surge of desire. She reached out and pulled Riley close to her.

“I love you,” Fallon murmured against Riley’s lips.

Riley grinned. Her eyes filled with longing as she took Fallon’s hand and guided her to the bed, gently easing her onto the mattress. Fallon’s breath hitched when Riley climbed on top. Riley’s lips brushed against Fallon’s neck, leaving a trail of kisses down to her collarbone.

Fallon exhaled softly, her hands gliding over the smooth skin of Riley’s back.

They savored the moment, exploring each other slowly, fingertips tracing every contour, while their tongues danced passionately. Soft sighs blended with eager moans. Neither felt the need to fill the moment with words. Riley’s mouth traveled lower, her tongue circling a taut nipple, causing Fallon to arch towards her touch.

“Riley. Jesus.”

Riley locked eyes with Fallon, who silently implored her for something more. Nothing excited Riley more than feeling Fallon submit to her touch, feeling Fallon’s inhibitions slip away into the well of desire.

“Let me touch you,” Fallon requested.

Riley pushed herself up, brushing her breasts against Fallon’s as her lips.

Fallon’s tongue swirled across Riley’s nipples, eliciting a gasp from them both. She sucked and licked, never breaking their gaze.

“Fallon,” Riley gasped. An irresistible tension coiled within her, pulling her closer to the brink. She ached, longing for Fallon to fill the void inside her. She reached between them, positioning the toy at her entrance. Slowly, she lowered herself, a low moan vibrating through her chest as she was filled completely.

“God, Fallon,” Riley breathed, lifting herself slightly.

Fallon’s hands firmly held Riley’s hips, gently directing her as they found a gentle rhythm together. Her heart raced, captivated by the graceful sway of Riley’s breasts. Fallon watched, mesmerized by Riley’s sensual dance. Riley’s lips slightly parted before her teeth softly caught her bottom lip, a tender gesture to tame the rising tide of passion between them.

“You’re so beautiful, Riley,” Fallon whispered.

“Do you like this?” Riley asked, hopefulness and a hint of apprehension mingling with seduction.

Like it? Fallon would laugh if she weren’t so turned on. She loved touching Riley, feeling Riley in her arms, the way Riley moved, and the sounds of desperation that fell from her lips when she neared release. Most of all, Fallon loved to hear Riley’s voice quiver with desire, to listen to Riley’s gentle praise and fervent demands when she was in the throes of passion.

“I love watching you. Feeling you.Hearingyou," Fallon said, lifting a hand to cup Riley’s breast, thumbing her nipple lightly.

“Fuck,” Riley groaned.

Fallon thrust her hips slightly to meet Riley’s efforts.

“Fallon.”

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