Her Reluctant Wife: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

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.