Page 99 of Beyond Her Manner
“Only if you’re comfortable. To be honest, I’d consider this year to be a success already if I could lie beside you.”
As nice as that sounded, it wouldn’t be enough for her; every part of her was pulsing for Viola’s touch. She could be commanding. Her first thought fell to needing her clipboard; she shook it away. This was not a clipboard moment.
“I don’t want to just lie beside you. I want to feel you, all of y—”
Before Gillian could finish her sentence, she was flat on her back on the bed, Viola straddling her. Heat radiated from between Viola’s legs as she pressed and rubbed against her belly. Looking up, Viola met her with a playful and intense stare. Her eyes were dark with desire, lips parted as if she were on the edge of speech or simply overwhelmed by the moment. Gillian’s breath caught as she took her in.
Her hands slid up Viola’s thighs until they could go no further. Slipping her fingers under the elastic of Viola’s knickers, she was met with a wetness that made her burn between her legs. Her fingertips slid against Viola’s softness, teasing and rubbing, tracing every inch of her, all the while hoping she was doing the right thing. Viola writhed and moaned at her touch, arching herself back to allow more access. It wasn’t enough. Gillian needed to see her, not blindly touch her.
She tugged at the fabric, her voice breathless. “I want these off. Now!”
Viola jumped off her, curls bouncing as she hurriedly slipped her underwear off, almost losing her balance in her haste. Once free, she straightened and nodded towards Gillian’s lower half with a playful grin. “And those?” she asked, her voice full of anticipation.
Taking a moment to appreciate the naked woman standing in her bedroom before answering, Gillian let her eyes wander. She drank in every exquisite detail — the way Viola’s skin glowed, the gentle curve of her hips, and the way her hair fell over her breasts. “You may remove them,” she said, her voice deep and smooth, full of authority.
Gillian arched her body as Viola gripped at the lace trim, allowing her to slowly slip them off. A wave of self-consciousness hit her again, and she crossed her legs. As Viola moved to climb back on top of her, she forced herself to uncross them, to show herself to Viola. There was nothing left to hide.
“Oh, Gillian, you’re so beautiful,” Viola breathed, her voice low and sultry as she leaned over her. “I love you.”
Although she was caught off guard for a moment by Viola’s sudden declaration, Gillian found the same words coming from her mouth. “I love you too.” There was no doubt in her mind whether she was ready to say them.
Pulling Viola to her, her hand grasped the back of her head, forcing their lips together in a passionate kiss. Their naked bodies brushed against each other, love flowing through their skin as their hands explored each other.
Viola’s fingers drifted along Gillian’s inner thigh, the touch light yet deliberate, moving closer to where she needed them most. The anticipation was unbearable, making her tremble as Viola’s fingers slipped through her wetness. They began exploring, tracing every part before working their way insidewith a constant rhythm and intensity that was pure ecstasy.
She wouldn’t last long if Viola kept it up, but she didn’t want her to stop and encouraged her on, moving with her. She’d never been this aroused before; every nerve in her body was lit with desire.
Viola’s tongue teased her nipple, sucking and licking, making her breathless. Catching her eye, Viola smiled, her mouth opening wide as it devoured Gillian’s breast, making her moan. She could see the unmistakable passion in Viola’s eyes, a sheer desire to please. It was overwhelming, driving her toward the brink. She’d never appreciated how intoxicating it would feel to have someone so focused, so intent on her pleasure. The thought only added to the unyielding feelings coursing through her body, and before she knew it, waves of orgasm crashed over her, leaving her trembling in the aftermath.
Viola’s arms were soon around her, kissing her cheek and neck, holding her tight as she regained her breath.
“Was that okay?” Viola whispered in her ear before kissing it and sending a pleasurable aftershock through her.
Gillian could only nod and smile. She couldn’t stop smiling. She was going to keep demanding Viola take her; nothing and no one was going to stop her. She couldn’t be without this feeling ever again — couldn’t and wouldn’t be without Viola.
Admitting to herself who she was may have been one hurdle — a rather large one that took decades to climb over; admitting it to Viola felt like another. To admit it to the world — or, in her case, Kingsford — was going to be a monumental challenge. It was something she didn’t have a plan for, and she’d never been without a plan before.
Holding Gillian in her arms, listening to her ragged breath gradually slow after the intensity of release, felt surreal. The woman was enchanting, even before the dress slipped from her shoulders, revealing delicate black silk and lace.
There were no words for how Gillian made her feel when she peeled away her outer layers. Seeing Gillian laid out naked before her, vulnerable yet powerful, exposed in every way possible, was something Viola hadn’t fully anticipated, and it had stirred a primal desire within her.
It wasn’t only her body Gillian had exposed; there was a new level of trust between them. There was also a new level of trust inside Gillian for her own feelings, which was beautiful to witness. Viola was proud that she was the one to remove her walls, brick by brick, lowering them enough that Gillian could finally step out from her foundations and start again.
Feeling Gillian stirring in her arms, Viola instinctively loosened her hold only to find Gillian on top of her, her wetness pressing against her lower belly. The way her breasts sat, full and enticing, was enough to make Viola’s breath catch. She couldn’t resist the pull. Her hands moved up, cupping the fullness of Gillian’s breasts in her palms. Their softness was intoxicating, but it was the quiet, involuntary moan that escaped Gillian’s lips that made Viola’s heart race faster.
She was perfect. From the shape of her waist to the curve of her hips where they flared gently before descending into the rounded fullness of her thighs. Viola’s hands moved from her breasts as if compelled by instinct, tracing the smooth line of Gillian’s body, her fingers lingered at the swell of her hips. Gillian arched slightly into Viola’s touch, her movements unguarded as if she’d let down all the barriers she fiercely maintained.
Viola squirmed with anticipation as Gillian leaned toward her, hovering above her breasts before kissing them passionatelyin turn. Her warm, wet, insistent lips traced over them, her tongue teasing her nipples. The sensation was almost too great, charged with an intensity that made her body ache for more. It ached for Gillian and demanded release, so it could feel these sensations all over again.
Gillian’s hands, once tentative, explored with growing confidence, her touch firm on Viola’s body as if she had mapped out every inch of it and was now claiming it. Viola gasped, her fingers running through Gillian’s hair, holding her close as her lips trailed over her belly.
“I need you,” Gillian whispered, her voice demanding and low. The desire in those words made Viola’s pulse pound so hard she could feel the pressure in her neck.
“You have me… always,” Viola replied, breathless.
The desperation in her tone was unmistakable, and it only spurred Gillian on as her lips pressed firmly over Viola’s skin, making their way past her belly button and down. She could only lie back and hope they were heading where she needed them.
Gillian’s smouldering lips radiated through her core as they pressed into her. Her tongue was slow and deliberate, as though savouring every moment. Viola gasped, her back arching off the bed, her breath catching in her throat as the pleasure built quickly — far too quickly. Gillian didn’t hold back, her tongue moving with precision, exploring her in ways that made Viola’s head spin. Her eagerness and the intensity of her movements left Viola trembling. How could Gillian not have done this before?
