firelight bronzed her skin, and if a single imperfection existed,
Coralyn wasn’t aware. And then Giana turned around. Slowly.
She pivoted, and Coralyn forgot to breathe. How could her
lungs work when her brain wasn’t even working? Giana was a
goddess in every way. Out of clothing, her abs weren’t so cut
as they looked above her pants. She was still curvy. Her dark
nipples already stood erect from the most perfect, heavy
breasts.
She didn’t say anything as she walked to the dresser and
pulled out the third drawer from the top. Coralyn melted into
the bed. She was already boneless, and they hadn’t even
started.
The steps Giana took back to the bed felt almost predatory,
like she was prowling her way there. It only excited Coralyn.
She liked feeling trapped. Liked feeling like she was about to
be devoured. Giana certainly hadn’t been worried about being
gentle with her in the past, but she didn’t want gentle. She
wanted the pain that Giana had taught her could bring on the
most unexpected and intense pleasure. She’d come harder than
she’d ever come in her life. Every single time it was like that.
She liked being sore after. The good kind of sore. She liked
feeling what they’d done the night before when she woke up
the next morning.
Coralyn had never seen anything like what Giana had in her
hand. She wasn’t surprised. She hadn’t seen most of what
Giana brought out of those drawers. She chose to trust her.
“It’s a double ended strap-on,” Giana said. “So we can both
enjoy it. If you’re up for it.”
The one side was bigger than the other. So much bigger. It
looked like it would hurt. The idea sent a rush of heat to her