core. She was making a wet spot on the bedspread, she knew
she was.
“Don’t worry,” Giana purred. “I’m going to warm you up
first, but I bet you’re already soaked. So dirty, you love
thinking about it stretching you and filling you.” She set the
toy aside and knelt on the end of the bed and leaned in,
knocking Coralyn’s thighs apart. “Just as I thought.” She
inhaled deeply, which made all the heat from between
Coralyn’s legs appear on her cheeks. Giana was never
embarrassed by anything. She was so comfortable with
absolutely everything when it came to the body and to sex that
it was remarkable. It made Coralyn forget that she should be
reluctant about things, shy about things, and she never, ever
felt ashamed about anything they did together or anything that
she shocked herself by wanting.
She dipped two fingers inside her, burying them to the hilt,
but she was so wet, it wasn’t such a shock. She threw her head
back and was immersed in pleasure so wild that she couldn’t
catch her breath. Giana tilted her fingers, tilting the world with
her. She worked Coralyn’s clit with her thumb while she thrust
into her. Coralyn tried to keep still, but she ended up wriggling
her hips anyway. She was soaking Giana’s hand. Working her
fingers. She wanted it.
Giana knew it too, and when she took her hand away,
Coralyn nearly howled at how unfair it was. Giana just patted
her clit, grinning wickedly. She was enjoying this far too
much, damn it. She grasped Coralyn’s hips, twisting her
around so that she was pinned down on the bed, facing the
headboard. Another hand urged her hips up, and she scrambled
onto her hands and knees immediately.