her entrance as she suckled her clit.
“Ahhh, God…” Coralyn was so close. And it felt so wrong.
She shouldn’t be doing this. Not when Giana didn’t know who
she was. Giana didn’t even know who she was. She was going
to do it anyway. She was going to come. She wasn’t going to
have a choice.
Giana plunged her fingers inside, filling and stretching
Coralyn as she licked her clit, licking and suckling and
massaging away the sting of how she was thrusting with her
fingers without warning, curling them brutally, dragging them
against Coralyn’s walls until she thought she was going to lose
her balance and topple over. Until she thought she was going
to come. Until she thought she was going to break into a
hundred thousand little particles of matter.
She tugged Giana’s head up, needing her to stop. Needing
her to stop this because it was wrong and she needed to
confess, and Giana stood, but she didn’t stop. She didn’t
understand. She kissed Coralyn so forcefully that the back of
her head was driven into the wall again. She kissed her like
she was hungry, like she’d never get enough. She wanted
more, and Coralyn wanted to give it to her. She wanted to give
in. To surrender.
Her hand was working between Coralyn’s legs again and all
Coralyn could do was moan and whimper and go entirely
boneless. Her brain shut off. She needed to tell Giana
something, but she didn’t know what it was. She needed to
stop, but she didn’t know why. She couldn’t speak and she
couldn’t stop. She’d put those events in motion, and now they
were colliding, exploding to create an entirely new universe.
“What do you need?” Giana asked, not taunting. Like she