fucked her through the orgasm.
She kept going, kept thrusting and angling and grinding into
Coralyn until she came. She didn’t cry out or make any noise,
but a soft whimper escaped her. Coralyn’s eyes flew open, and
her head cranked around even though it made her neck ache,
and she watched everything, the intense struggle and play of
pleasure over Giana’s face. She wanted to come again just
watching that lovely vulnerability, that pleasure, that openness
on Giana that she hadn’t seen befo
re. It was so beautiful. It
transformed her from human to something ethereal, to the
level of a goddess.
Her body was so boneless that she had to crank her neck
back and let her face fall into the covers, since Giana had
released the punishing hold on her hair at some point. Giana
was so gentle after, pulling out and setting the toy aside. She
brushed her hand down Coralyn’s spine, easing her as she
undid the hand restraints. She turned her over just as gently
and removed the nipple clamps that Coralyn had forgotten
entirely. She set everything aside, and then she maneuvered
Coralyn until her head was resting on one of the pillows. Her
cheek hit the feathery softness and she inhaled, utterly
exhausted. She’d never felt more tired or sated in her life.
When the bed shifted and Giana’s arm slid around her waist,
she froze. This was different. More than unexpected. She’d
thought that she’d just lay here for a few minutes, until she
revived, then she’d get the boot. It was probably past nine or
getting close. This wasn’t something they did. The sex was
phenomenal, but that’s all it had been. There had never been
intimacy after. She’d never been held afterward.