Her Reluctant Wife: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

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