Her Reluctant Wife: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

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.