Her Reluctant Wife: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

She was held now. Of course, Giana’s hand traced down

Coralyn’s flat stomach, down between her legs. She cupped

her sex, her fingers slipping through the slick, swollen folds

gently, like she was asking if it had been too much. If Coralyn

was alright. Her lips grazed the side of her neck.

“Should I go?” Coralyn didn’t want to ask, but she didn’t

want to intrude on this new thing between them. She didn’t

want it to be too much.

“You could stay…”

She went rigid at the invitation. Giana couldn’t possibly

mean… “For the whole night?”

“For however much of it you want.”

“Here?”

“Yes. You’ve done it before.” No snarky response.

“Technically, I think that was only half the night.” She’d

asked for Giana’s forgiveness again, after everything was

different, and she’d said that she’d forgiven her. This was

more than an olive branch. It was a monumental shift, but

what did that mean, exactly? That they’d continue to keep

getting naked together instead of the sex being just her

stripping down and Giana giving the pleasure?

“Should we try for a whole one, then?”

“Are you going to wake up and change your mind and send

me home in your pajamas again?”

“I don’t think so.” Giana rolled Coralyn over and pressed

her forehead to hers.

“What are we doing?” The words were slurred, hazy with

exhaustion and sleep.

“I don’t really know.” Giana kept her forehead pressed to

Coralyn’s until she drifted off, and it was unbearably the most