bearing down on her, promising to break over her. She thrust
her tongue into Coralyn’s mouth as she pinched her clit.
It was too much. Coralyn bucked off the wall, her hips
thrusting forward into Giana, back until her ass hit the wall.
Giana nipped her lower lip as she circled that tight bead gently
after that hard pinch. She dropped her head and bit Coralyn’s
neck, scraped a trail with her teeth to her shoulder where she
used her tongue and teeth to bite and lick. It was so erotic. So
wrong to be taken like that, by a woman she’d lied to and
didn’t respect and somehow couldn’t get out of her head and
out of her life. It was so wrong to be in her house, up against a
wall she owned, giving her body this way.
It didn’t feel wrong at all. She needed it.
It felt like there was a rubber band wrapped tightly around
her lungs so that she couldn’t breathe properly. Couldn’t form
words. Giana kissed her way down her shoulder, down
between her breasts, kissing and licking until she was on her
knees in front of her there on the floor, still fully dressed, and
that felt so sinful too.
She knocked Coralyn’s legs apart with her hands. They
could only go so far because they were still trapped in her
leggings. She made a frustrated noise in her throat that
mystified her. Giana made one in response, and then her hands
were swiftly helping, lifting one leg and pulling the fabric
away, tossing it aside.
She never thought she’d be here like this, pressed against
the wall by strong hands at her hips, her legs guided apart
again, this time gently. She knew she should stop and get her
clothes and get out of here. Confess the truth. Push Giana
away. Get an annulment, forget this happened, put the past