Her Reluctant Wife: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

didn’t know. She knew full well. She wanted to hear Coralyn

say it out loud.

“You. I need you,” she almost sobbed. She was so wet that

she could feel it beading down her thighs.

Giana didn’t ask where. She didn’t need to hear anything

else. She just needed what Coralyn had already given her. The

impossible. She needed Giana. She wanted her. She wanted to

give her body to her, even though it was dishonest. She

shouldn’t even be there. But it felt like she needed to be there,

exactly where she was.

Her hips pushed against Giana, rocking into her hand. In

response, she lined up three of her fingers with Coralyn’s

entrance. She wanted to scream that it was too much, that she

couldn’t take all of that, but then Giana thrust inside and

stretched her all over again, and it hurt, and she struggled to

take them, but it was so good. She was relentless with her

thrusts, with the way she curled her fingers inside. Coralyn

made sounds she didn’t know she could make. She would have

been mortified at any other time. She should have been

blushing and hiding and protesting, not stripped bare, being

fucked up against a living room wall, utterly naked, in full

light.

When she thought about it, her cheeks were so hot that she

felt like she could melt away into nothing, but then the next

instant was searing heat and light and her surrender to

everything that was happening because she didn’t just want it,

she needed it. She was so full, her whole body unravelling,

and then Giana worked her clit. She kept thrusting,

demanding, filling Coralyn, and she massaged her until she

felt like she would lose her mind before she came.