Her Reluctant Wife: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

even if it seemed unnecessary. It was necessary. They didn’t

usually talk about things like this. She had to make sure

Coralyn was doing okay, or at the very least, that she was

going through the motions, because she didn’t know how to

ask.

“We can talk about how you’re going to finish eating and

then you’re going to get up on this table and spread your legs

to let me see how wet that gorgeous pussy is. How wet it’s

been all through dinner. How you’ve been wet all day thinking

about coming here.”

“Hmm.” Coralyn cocked her head in thought, being overly

dramatic in her consideration of that. “I was actually thinking

that we could take a shower. Or that you might want to be

naked too. And have pleasure. I don’t know how you can do

those things to me and not, well…”

Because she was skillful and adept at getting herself off

after Coralyn was gone, that was how. Taking off her clothes

was a new level of vulnerable. Another first. “You think

you’re calling this now?” Giana asked acerbically.

“No. But I’m not going to obey anymore if you won’t join

me.”

Their dinner was forgotten now. Giana hadn’t eaten even a

quarter of hers, but Coralyn had nearly finished everything.

When was the last time she’d eaten an actual meal? Was it just

since her dad passed away? Since he’d gotten sick? Giana

hadn’t extended an invitation to talk about any of it. She

hadn’t asked about what happened after, because she already

knew. She knew Coralyn’s dad had wanted to be cremated.

That he’d taken care of everything. She’d looked into

Coralyn’s financial state, for god’s sake, but she couldn’t bring