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    Gillian cried out sharply, closing her eyes. Her head slammed back against the wall when Sam added a third finger.
    The muscles in Sam’s forearm began to burn as she pumped her fingers in and out, finding a rhythm that had Gillian’s hips rising to meet her.
    Sam had a hard time concentrating. The smoothness of the inner walls that gripped her fingers drove her own arousal constantly higher and higher. She thrust harder; increasing the pace until Gillian mindlessly ground her pussy against Sam’s hand. The aroma of feminine arousal was heady, mingling with the fragrance of Gillian’s perfume producing a scent that Sam found absolutely intoxicating. Withdrawing her fingers and ignoring Gillian’s wordless cry of protest, Sam went down on her knees and scooted forward until she was positioned between Gillian’s spread thighs. “You make me so hot, Gillian. I’m going to make you come now.” She had to crane her neck as the position was awkward, but this was how Sam wanted to have Gillian. She pulled one leg over her shoulder. Better. Slowly, she licked and teased around Gillian’s clit, enjoying the taste of Gillian’s desire.
    Gillian’s moans intensified.
    Settling her mouth over the nub of flesh, Sam flicked her tongue—first slow, then faster. When she heard the first moans she shoved her fingers into Gillian’s heat; pushing them in as far as they would go before drawing them out again, until her fingertips were poised at the opening.
    Gillian’s muscles fluttered, like a greedy little mouth trying to suck Sam’s fingers inside.
    Sam stopped licking and pushed her fingers into Gillian several times, the movements smooth and powerful. “That’s me fucking you,” she said somewhat breathlessly. A sense of triumph was growing, fuelled by Gillian’s groans and the slickness that oozed from the wet opening. Sam fastened her mouth over Gillian’s pussy and lapped at her clit.
    Gillian’s hands fell on the back of Sam’s head, clutching her short hair, holding her in place. Gillian was trembling all over. “That feels so good.”
    Sam curled her fingers, seeking that special spot inside all women. She knew she found it when Gillian bucked wildly, almost spraining Sam’s wrist.
    Sam increased her tongue’s pressure against Gillian’s clit and was soon rewarded. Inner muscles spasmed hard around her fingers and she tasted a gush of slightly bitter fluid—sure signs that Gillian had climaxed. But Sam was far from finished. She gentled her licking at first, to soothe the heated flesh, and then smoothed the flat of her tongue over Gillian’s clit.
    Gillian stiffened and shuddered through a second orgasm, her hands still fisted in Sam’s hair.
    Breathless, Sam carefully removed her fingers before she pressed a light kiss against Gillian’s pubic curls.
    Gillian buckled.
    Sam caught her and allowed her to slide down the wall. Cradling Gillian in her arms, she placed a kiss on her slightly parted lips, surprised at the feeling of protectiveness that bubbled up inside her. She sat with Gillian in her arms for some minutes, the quietness of the apartment only interrupted by the sound of their breathing.

    Cradled in Sam’s arms, stars danced before Gillian’s eyes. Her whole body tingled. “Wow,” was all she was able to mutter.
    “Wow?” Sam chuckled. “Good wow?”
    “Unbelievable wow.” Gillian turned her head and nuzzled Sam’s throat, planting a gentle kiss on the soft skin. She felt safe. And relaxed. And simply very, very good. “You are a wet dream come true.”
    “It is going to be a rather cold dream for you if we stay like this much longer.”
    “So?” Gillian smiled. “What do you suggest?” She hoped that Sam wanted to stay and go another round or two or three.
    Sam cupped Gillian’s breast and caressed the nipple under her finger. “I’m sure that somewhere in this apartment is a perfectly fine bed.”
    Gillian moaned. Sam’s touch was driving her crazy. I’m not