Page 33 of Study You

Finn, with her hand still wrapped around Gillian’s throat, pushed two fingers inside her and crushed her mouth to Gillian’s. She didn’t give her a moment to adjust—it wasn’t what Gillian liked—she simply bent her knees slightly and fucked her hard and fast.

Gillian drew back, gasping for breath, her head pressed to the closed bedroom door. “Oh, Finn. Y-yes.”

“Yeah? You like that?”

Pinned to the door, Gillian could only nod, her mouth agape. But Finn pulled out, stepped back, and watched on with delight as Gillian’s chest heaved.

“N-no. Please, don’t stop.”

Finn brought her fingers to her lips and sucked Gillian from them. God, she would never tire of that taste. On the nights when she couldn’t be with Gillian, it was all she thought about. It only left her aching for more. “Bedroom.”

Gillian’s eyes lit up at that one word. Did she really think Finn was about to walk out the door? Wow, she was worried about where they were headed. Finn would have to remedy that. As Gillian reached behind her and opened the door, Finn stalked towards her, pressing their bodies together. She drew her into a kiss, nipping at her bottom lip, then gripped the hem of Gillian’s dress and lifted it from her body.

Finn smirked. “Did you know I have a thing for you in heels and nothing else?”

“I didn’t. But I’ll remember that.”

“You should. Because when you’re standing in front of me wearing nothing but heels, it only makes me want to fuck you until you beg me to stop.”

Gillian turned and walked into her bedroom, that perfect ass craving Finn’s hands. She stopped at the edge of the bed and bent over, her hands braced on the mattress. Gillian widened her stance, opening herself up to Finn.

Finn swallowed. Every moment they spent together became more and more unbelievable. Even if she could tell people about this, not a soul on this planet would believe her. She stepped into the room and popped the button on her jeans. As she lowered her zipper and shimmied out of them, Gillian looked over her shoulder.

“Mm. Just as I hoped.” Gillian brought one hand between her legs, stroking her own pussy as she eyed the toy attached to the boxer shorts Finn wore. “God, I need you, Finn.”

Oh, and she would have Finn. There were no two ways about it.

Finn shed her shirt, stepped up behind Gillian, and dropped to her knees. She wanted to taste what belonged to her tonight. Because it did. Gillian’s body was hers for the taking until she told Finn otherwise. She buried her face between Gillian’s dripping lips, moaning her approval. Gillian rocked back, craving more, but Finn wasn’t ready to give that to her yet. With the back and forth lately, Finn never knew when it would be the last time. She had to savour every last drop of Gillian Masters. One day, this would end.

“Oh, Finn.”

Finn pulled back and licked her lips. “Fuck, I adore tasting you.” As she rose to her feet, Gillian stood upright and turned to face her.

“On the bed, birthday girl.”

Finn’s brows drew together. Gillian…wanted her on the bed? But why? This was supposed to be all about Gillian and what she needed. Not Finn. “You know I can fuck you so much harder from the position you’ve just been in.” She cradled Gillian’s chin in her fingers, the taste of her still on Finn’s lips. “Turn around, gorgeous.”

“This is your night, Finn. It’s your birthday.”

Finn blushed as she dipped her head a little. “That’s not necessary.”

“Oh, it is. It’s important that this is your night to remember.”

“And what about you?”

Gillian leaned in, kissing Finn so softly that it had the power to break her. “It’s not possible for me to forget any night we’ve spent together, Finn.” Gillian took Finn’s hand and guided her towards the bed. She sat Finn down, then jutted her chin. “Go on. Get comfortable.”

Finn did so, swallowing as she watched Gillian climb onto the bed with her. The toy she wore stood proud when Finn laid her head on the pillows, but she desperately wanted to reach out and take a handful of Gillian’s gorgeous tits. “Come here.”

Gillian crawled up Finn’s body, her heels now discarded somewhere in the room. Those eyes, that smile…every ounce of attention Gillian possessed was firmly on Finn. She straddled Finn’s stomach, placing her hands on Finn’s chest. That wetness coated her skin, but Finn was too lost in Gillian’s eyes to do anything about it.

When had this become so much more than just sex to Finn?

Honestly, she didn’t want those thoughts in her head tonight. If she allowed them any space at all, she would be urging Gillian off her and running out the door.

Gillian trailed a fingertip across Finn’s collarbone, ghosting it lower and between her breasts. Finn shuddered, enamoured by the concentration in Gillian’s eyes. “The day I met you, I had no idea how good it would feel to be with you,” Gillian said, slowly tracing a fingertip over Finn’s nipple. Fuck, that felt good. “As the weeks passed, I thought about it. Imagined it. Being here with you like this. Only nothing could have prepared me for how good you’d feel. How perfect you’d look laid out on my bed for me. Nothing in this world.”

Gillian tweaked Finn’s nipple again, lowering her head and taking the other between her lips. Finn was a huge fan of nipple play but with Gillian? Oh, it was far more arousing than it had ever been with any other woman. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

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