didn’t know. She knew full well. She wanted to hear Coralyn
say it out loud.
“You. I need you,” she almost sobbed. She was so wet that
she could feel it beading down her thighs.
Giana didn’t ask where. She didn’t need to hear anything
else. She just needed what Coralyn had already given her. The
impossible. She needed Giana. She wanted her. She wanted to
give her body to her, even though it was dishonest. She
shouldn’t even be there. But it felt like she needed to be there,
exactly where she was.
Her hips pushed against Giana, rocking into her hand. In
response, she lined up three of her fingers with Coralyn’s
entrance. She wanted to scream that it was too much, that she
couldn’t take all of that, but then Giana thrust inside and
stretched her all over again, and it hurt, and she struggled to
take them, but it was so good. She was relentless with her
thrusts, with the way she curled her fingers inside. Coralyn
made sounds she didn’t know she could make. She would have
been mortified at any other time. She should have been
blushing and hiding and protesting, not stripped bare, being
fucked up against a living room wall, utterly naked, in full
light.
When she thought about it, her cheeks were so hot that she
felt like she could melt away into nothing, but then the next
instant was searing heat and light and her surrender to
everything that was happening because she didn’t just want it,
she needed it. She was so full, her whole body unravelling,
and then Giana worked her clit. She kept thrusting,
demanding, filling Coralyn, and she massaged her until she
felt like she would lose her mind before she came.