expensive, but it was nothing compared to the soft skin below
as those buttons gave way.
Giana was so strong and tall against Coralyn. She held her
to the wall easily as she bruised her lips. She claimed and
marked Coralyn so that she wouldn’t be the same. She
captured her breath and her spirit and all the parts of herself
that she’d never given another person because no one had ever
kissed her like this. Like a demand for it. Coralyn had never
wanted to give it before.
Giana’s hands were everywhere, undoing the clasp of
Coralyn’s bra, pushing down the yoga pants and her panties
together. She tried to step out of them but couldn’t quite
managed. She was trapped by the wall and Giana and her
clothes. Naked. Goosebumps prickled over her skin when
Giana dropped her mouth and sensually licked and scraped her
teeth over Coralyn’s nipple.
“Fuck,” Coralyn hissed. She grasped Giana’s hair, which
was loose and freshly washed, so soft that her fingers couldn’t
find purchase and kept slipping through the strands.
Giana swept her hand around Coralyn’s ass like she was
going to hike her up against the wall with that one hand alone.
She squeezed hard, which made Coralyn’s head drop back.
Her hand swept around, running between her parted thighs.
“Wet,” Giana hissed. She hadn’t even touched Coralyn
there. Just her thighs. Desire and heat pooled there anyway.
“So wet.”
She was all feeling, all sensation, all pleasure as Giana’s
hand returned there. She kissed her hard as she brushed her
fingers over Coralyn’s folds, so slick and damp that it made
her cheeks heat. It felt good, too. Like a storm of pleasure