Her Reluctant Wife: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

behind her and move on with her life in whatever way she

could.

She grasped Giana’s hair again, threading her fingers

through the ridiculously soft strands. One hand splayed over

her belly, pushing her into the wall, trapping her there. She’d

never felt so powerless in her life, and she’d never anticipated

liking it. She was wet for it. The evidence was there, trickling

down her thighs in a wet rush.

She wanted Giana closer. She wanted her to make the ache

worse. Brutal. To make it hurt more. To make it stop hurting.

She started by touching her with the hand not pinning her to

the wall. Her thumb did brutal things to her clit, massaging a

small, aching circle over it until Coralyn’s hips tr

ied to slam

up from the wall. She didn’t let her. She kept her trapped.

She finally stopped when Coralyn was panting, when it was

almost too much. She used her hand to part her, opening her

up. In broad daylight, in her living room, up against the wall.

She was naked and Giana was seeing all of her. And then her

mouth was there, her tongue sweeping over Coralyn’s

sensitive flesh, and she forgot all about being embarrassed.

She threw her head back against the wall, moaning, her legs

vibrating so badly that she was glad to be trapped in place.

“Giana… Oh my God…” Oh my God, it’s amazing. Oh my

God, I didn’t know this was possible. Oh my God, please,

more. It was any one of those. It was all of them.

Giana made a sound in response that sounded like pure

longing. It got lodged somewhere in Coralyn’s chest and she

couldn’t do anything except respond to that tongue tracing

over her, to Giana’s hand spreading her apart, to her fingers at