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“Having experienced your skills firsthand, I think I’d like a more…thorough demonstration.”
    “Oh, I can definitely do that.” Wil returned her mouth to Jillian’s full breast and toyed lightly with a pebbled nipple. When she sucked it gently, Jillian’s hips ground restlessly against the tops of her thighs.
    “Please, Wil. Do something.”
    Wil flipped her onto her back on the sofa, all thoughts of going slow fleeing at Jillian’s plea. After she’d helped her remove her shorts and panties, she pulled her back into her lap, wrapped her arms around her waist, and pressed closer. With a hand under Wil’s chin, Jillian guided her face up for a bruising kiss. In the not-so-gentle bite of teeth against tender lips and the aggressive stroke of tongues, they traded control while adding fuel to the arousal that flared hotly between them.
    Wil led, kneading Jillian’s breasts, then followed when Jillian gripped one of her wrists and guided her hand between her legs. Obeying Jillian’s urging, Wil slid her fingers home, reveling in the feel of slick muscles gripping her and Jillian’s low moan.
    Her nerve endings screaming for gratification, Jillian rose up on her knees until only Wil’s fingertips remained inside, then drove her hips downward, engulfing her again.
    “More,” she whispered, and Wil slipped another finger alongside the others.
    Bracing her hands on Wil’s shoulders, she set an increasing rhythm. Blinding pleasure spiraled inside her with each thrust as she forced Wil’s fingers deeper. She raced onward, uncertain if she was rushing toward release or trying to outrun it. But when Wil moved her other hand between them and circled her thumb over her straining clitoris, she felt the first wave. Then she could no longer stay ahead of the curl as it barreled over her, swirling her in a wash of ecstasy. The erratic jerk of her hips eased to a slow roll in an effort to draw the last bit of pleasure from her sensitive flesh before she allowed Wil to withdraw.
    Jillian slumped forward and rested her forehead on Wil’s shoulder. Panting, she pressed her mouth to the salty skin of Wil’s neck.
    Wil traced her fingers lightly along the curve of Jillian’s spine, apparently content to bask in Jillian’s pleasure. But Jillian had other ideas as she dragged her tongue up the side of Wil’s neck. She slid off her lap, knelt in front of her, and tugged open her button fly. Wil lifted her hips and Jillian eased her jeans off, then pulled her closer to the edge of the sofa. She caressed the inside of her thighs, pressing them apart. When she lowered herself to kiss the warm skin beneath her hands, the scent of Wil’s arousal drew her fingertips upward, and she was compelled to feel the wetness she knew she’d find there.
    She met Wil’s eyes as she caressed into hot, slippery folds. Slumped against the back of the sofa, Wil watched her, azure eyes filled with such need that Jillian shivered, never having been the subject of such intensity.
    Wil touched Jillian’s cheek, then as Jillian bowed her head, Wil’s fingers slipped into her hair. Jillian circled her tongue lightly around Wil’s clitoris, teasing, and Wil raised her hips seeking more. With a forearm across her pelvis, Jillian held her down, continuing the light strokes.
    “Please, I won’t last long,” Wil ground out, straining against Jillian’s arm. “Baby, please, suck me.” Before she’d finished her plea, Jillian took her fully in her mouth. “Ah, that’s it.”
    Seconds later, as Wil’s flesh pulsed against her lips and tongue, she dropped a hand to stroke between her own thighs. Once, then again, harder, and she tripped over the edge behind Wil.
     

Chapter Three
     
    Jillian awoke early, as she did every morning. But the difference today was the warm body against her bare back and Wil’s arm circling her waist. She felt surprisingly rested considering she’d spent most of the previous afternoon and night crawling all over the