Page 20 of Study You

“You know what’s perfect to me?” Finn studied Gillian’s eyes as she forced herself deep again. “Watching you come. Hearing you moan my name.”

Gillian wrapped a hand around the back of Finn’s neck, brought their foreheads together, and whispered, “Then fuck me like you mean it.”

Finn did exactly that. She braced her arms on either side of Gillian, inhaled a deep breath, and thrust hard and fast. Gillian’s eyes widened, her mouth agape, those fingers lashing her clit furiously.

“Y-yes. Fuck. I’m close.”

Finn panted, her shoulders straining. “Then let go. Come for me.”

Gillian roared her approval as her orgasm rocked her, her thighs shaking when Finn kept up her pace. She felt Gillian trying to push against her, and as Finn pulled out suddenly, Gillian gushed all over her stomach. “O-oh.”

She kept shaking, but Finn could only imagine drinking this woman up. She got to her knees, rubbing vigorously against Gillian’s clit. Gillian gushed again, whimpering, almost crying, as Finn sucked her clit into her mouth.

“Oh, Finn. I-I can’t.” She pressed a hand against the top of Finn’s head, panting and trembling. “Baby, please. I need a minute.”

Finn pulled back, soothing Gillian’s pussy with a gentle hand. “Take all the time you need.” She kissed the inside of her thigh. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

Chapter 7

Gillian cracked one eye open as the smell of toast wafted towards her. Finn was…helping herself to the kitchen? Gillian wasn’t sure how she should feel about that. The one thing she was sure of, however, was that she didn’t plan to make a big deal out of it. Finn was making breakfast…so what?

She climbed from the bed, smiling down at Finn’s socks on the floor. Her jeans were thrown over the back of a chair, one boot in the doorway of the bedroom. The other could be anywhere this morning. Gillian hadn’t known what marathon sex was until she met Finn—she ached in every place imaginable—but she didn’t want to picture not having this anymore. That day would come, it had to at some point, but not yet. Gillian needed Finn in her life; it was that simple.

She crept towards the open bedroom door and peered around the frame. Finn stood in her kitchen wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts, her back to Gillian. Oh, my. This was an image Gillian could foolishly become used to. Finn’s muscular tattooed shoulders flexed as she reached for her coffee cup, those hard sculpted thighs on full view for Gillian’s eyes only. She watched Finn for a moment, wondering how she would feel if she knew Finn was standing around like this in another woman’s kitchen. Because last night, that potential had been there.

You have no right to feel anything about that scenario.

Gillian grabbed her robe from the back of the door and slipped it on. As she cleared her throat and moved into the kitchen, Finn spun around.

“Hey.”

That bright white smile had the hairs on the back of Gillian’s neck standing to attention. “Good morning.”

“I…probably should have woken you up before I helped myself to your kitchen cupboards, but I was hoping to be out of your way sooner rather than later.”

God, that was a sad thought.

“Could I get you some coffee before I get dressed and stuff?” Finn moved into the living room and took her shirt from the arm of the couch. She quickly put it on, a piece of toast hanging out of her mouth, and stared back at Gillian. “Right. Probably not. Sorry.”

“Finn.”

Finn strode past Gillian and into the bedroom. She heard Finn muttering to herself, clearly stressed about still being here. Gillian had expected herself to feel the very same thing…only she didn’t. She had no plans to kick Finn out yet.

Finn came back out into Gillian’s small, open-plan space. “So, you have my number. If you did want me to price up the work on your new place, just let me know.” As she drained her coffee cup, Finn started to wash it in the sink. She glanced over her shoulder briefly. “I’m sure you were just being polite last night, so there’s no hard feelings if you don’t want me in your space. I am happy to price it up, though.”

Gillian quite enjoyed a flustered Finn. Sure, it took away the confident image she held of her student, but only a little bit. It also reminded Gillian that Finn was a human being just like everyone else. “Finn, there’s no rush.”

“I know. You’re the one who knows when you hope to move in. Just let me know if I can help in any way.” Finn dried her hands on a tea towel and offered Gillian a beaming smile. “Thanks for inviting me back last night. It…was great.”

Oh, how Gillian wished her belly didn’t flip at that. “You’re welcome. But…Finn?”

Finn chewed her bottom lip. “Mm?”

“When I said there was no rush, I meant that you didn’t have to leave so soon.” Please don’t leave so soon. Gillian took a step closer to where Finn stood at the kitchen sink. “Our situation is a little unusual, I understand that, but I think after the last few days, drinking coffee with one another is acceptable.”

Finn’s shoulders suddenly relaxed. Gillian hadn’t realised she’d been so tense. “Yeah?”

“Sure. Relax. Enjoy another cup.”

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