Page 179 of 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
