She responded to it, throwing her whole body into that
touch. Her hips writhed and her head went back against the
wall again, and all she could do was breathe and moan and get
carried away by what was happening. It was invigorating. She
felt like she was being torn apart and reassembled and she
wouldn’t recognize herself anymore.
When she came, it tore through her, detonating deep in her
core. She let go. Let go of the pain of the past few days. Let go
of the guilt over what she’d done, the hatred and the rage over
Giana’s denial in her office, let go of the worry and the stress
and the fear of what was coming. She let go of the past years,
her dad fighting so hard, their lives falling apart.
She let go of the pain of losing her mom, of worrying that
she’d never be the same. It was all still there, waiting for her,
but she let go and she fell away from it. She separated herself
from it, just for a few precious seconds. She’d come back to it
later. At the moment, she wanted to be fucked up against this
wall. She wanted all the horror and the sadness, the memories
and the fears fucked out of her too.
“Giana…” She panted. “Please.”
She came again, the first climax on the heels of the second.
She curled around Giana, her fingers buried deep inside her,
her walls pulsing around them, her thighs slick and wet with
the desire she couldn’t push away, couldn’t beat back, couldn’t
fight against. It was an adversary she couldn’t see and didn’t
know how to begin to do battle with. It was wrong, but
nothing had ever felt better. It wasn’t right, and it wasn’t
perfect, but it was exactly what Coralyn had no idea that she
needed. The pleasure. The closeness. Giana.
She’d been so wrapped up in losing her family for the past