The After Party

The After Party

AGE: 38

Riley knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that she was the luckiest woman on the planet.

It was a thought she’d had often over the last eight years of being with Gianna, and it echoed so strongly in her mind right now as Gianna’s mouth was on hers as they stumbled into their bedroom, the door slamming into the wall behind it.

“Good thing the girls are staying with Ellie and Mia tonight,” Gianna murmured into Riley’s mouth.

She laughed against Gianna’s lips, breathless with the neediness that surged through her. The hunger that had taken hold inside of her when they’d been at their reunion.

It wasn’t like she wanted Gianna to be jealous because – as Riley had said – she really had nothing to be jealous of. Gianna was all Riley could see.

But she would call anyone under the sun a liar if the knowledge that Gianna wanted them and only them, with a burning and undying intensity, didn’t instantly arouse them.

With that thought, she pulled her lips from Gianna’s, trailing them over her perfectly defined jaw, following the sharp definition there.

“What did you want?” She rasped into Gianna’s ear, nipping her teeth against her earlobe as she felt Gianna’s fingernails dig into her back through her dress.

“I want you,” Gianna breathed, trying to follow Riley’s lips and kiss her.

She pulled away with no small amount of regret.

But right now, on the heels of their reunion, that wasn’t what this was about.

“No.” Riley’s voice was so throaty, she could hear her own want reflected in it.

She waited for Gianna to blink her eyes open, looking at her with those blue eyes so dark and wanting it made Riley throb.

Granted, she’d been wet and aching since Gianna had pushed her down on the couch and straddled her at their amla mater an hour ago.

“What did you want?” She asked, stressing the tense. “I want to know what you wanted from me in college.”

Gianna’s lips parted on the sexiest sigh, tying Riley up inside.

She slid her hands down, stroking the soft, exposed skin of Gianna’s thighs as she spoke, “I know how much you’d thought about me in college. I know that you wanted me.”

Over the years, Gianna had clearly expressed those desires to her. How long she’d wanted her, the many thoughts she’d had. Mostly revolving around going down on Riley, as that was what Riley most often said was her favorite thing.

And Gianna had gotten to act on that desire many, many times. All of the time.

“This – right now – isn’t about what you’d fantasized about doing to me.” She slid her hands under the sinfully short hem of Gianna’s dress, so she could squeeze her perfect ass, biting her lip at the feel in her hand. At the way Gianna’s ragged exhale turned up the heat inside of her.

“I want to know what, exactly, you’d wanted me to do to you.” She stared up at her wife, both of them breathing unevenly, as Riley felt like they were standing on a precipice.

One small step, and she’d be pushed completely over. But she was holding on.

“I wanted you to take me,” Gianna breathed, dark eyes staring into Riley’s. Intense and needy, and Riley shuddered at the look alone. “I wanted to know what it was like to be completely and totally owned by you. I wanted to feel you everywhere, to feel the echoes of your touch for days.”

Riley couldn’t bite back the whimper that escaped her. She trailed her fingers up Gianna’s back, taking hold of the zipper and tugging it down. Gianna’s stare remained on her, needy and intense, and Riley didn’t even think her wife was aware of Riley undoing her dress.

Something about that made the flames she felt burn even brighter.

“I wanted your tongue on me, your fingers inside of me. I wanted you to fuck me with a strap-on, so I could feel you so deeply inside of me,” Gianna continued, flexing her hands where they remained on Riley’s shoulders. Her fingernails bit into her skin, and Riley arched closer.

“I just wanted you to be so consumed by wanting me, the way I had been consumed by wanting you. I wanted you to feel the same fire. I wanted to feel like you were driven so completely mad from the desire to have me out of my mind with pleasure, the way I felt that for you.” There was a moan in Gianna’s voice as she finished, as if she could barely speak comprehensively about what she wanted.

The thing was, Riley did feel that way. She felt it right now, building inside of her with every word Gianna had spoken.

She mirrored Gianna’s position from earlier when Gianna had pushed her down against the couch. With her hands on Gianna’s hips, she led Gianna backward until her knees hit the bed, and she fell backward. Gracefully, the way Gianna did everything. As if she’d intended to fall the entire time, her hands propping herself up as she tipped her head up at Riley. Expectant.

“Take your clothes off,” Riley commanded, her voice rasping out of her throat. “And lay back against the pillows.”

“Your wish is my command,” Gianna breathed back, sliding up onto the bed, shedding her dress easily as she went.

For several moments, Riley could only stare at Gianna, that heat inside of her building as she could see Gianna’s hands trembling. Trembling from excitement from her past-self’s sexual dream coming true, trembling from how turned on Riley imagined Gianna still was from earlier, when they’d been making out on the couch. She didn’t know which, but it didn’t matter.

Riley, herself, was still wet and wanting. She knew that if no one had walked in, they would have done far more than grind against each other right then and there.

Using all her self-control, she turned away from Gianna and shed her dress as she strode toward their walk-in closet.

She easily found her favorite harness in one of the top drawers and put it on before pulling out the drawer next to it and grabbing Gianna’s favorite toy for Riley to use when fucking her with their strap-on.

Yes. Her own hands were already trembling from how fucking ready she was for this.

She walked back into their bedroom, only to come to an immediate stop as soon as she laid eyes on Gianna, who – true to exactly what Riley had said – was lying on her back against the pillows, completely naked.

It didn’t matter that they’d been married for years, together for even longer. It didn’t matter that they had multiple perfect children. It didn’t matter that she’d seen Gianna in some state of undress daily.

Gianna was glorious. Her skin soft and flawless, her breasts already heaving with the deep breaths she took as she stared at Riley with dark, hungry eyes. Her nipples were already so hard, and she parted her thighs as Riley stared so she could see how wet she already was.

And Riley could see it.

God, she could see everything and the desire pulsed through her.

“You wanted me to be driven insane by how much I wanted you?” Riley asked, walking slowly toward the bed.

Gianna nodded up at her. “So much.”

“You wanted me to walk into our dorm room one day and see you there. Maybe in the middle of changing, as completely, gorgeously naked as you are right now, and be struck by the need to touch you. To make you come so I could know every sound you made.”

Gianna swore, her gaze searching Riley’s as she jerkily nodded. “Yes. Because that’s what I wanted to do to you. I wanted it so badly.”

Riley settled on the bed, straddling Gianna’s hips and leaning down to press Gianna’s wrists down against the pillow. “Every time I saw you back then when we were changing or getting ready together, I marveled at you. Even if I didn’t recognize all of the ways I wanted you, I couldn’t believe it was possible for a human being on this earth to look the way you look.”

Which was the absolute truth. Riley hadn’t been able to comprehend, sometimes, how gorgeous Gianna looked. How beautiful, how sexy, how effortlessly stunning she was.

“Yeah?” Gianna panted up at her, flexing her wrists under Riley’s hands.

“Sometimes, I couldn’t even believe it was possible for your face to be so flawless, for your body to be so perfect . And I was never even envious,” Riley murmured, tracing her eyes over Gianna’s face and her body now. Laid out under her, all hers for the taking.

She licked her lips; god, she wanted to take.

“Maybe that should have tipped me off. That I was living with physical perfection, and I was never jealous. I felt… I loved existing by your side.”

Riley kissed Gianna, then slid her thigh between Gianna’s and pressed herself firmly against Gianna’s core. She groaned, the cry ripping from the back of her throat at feeling just how soaked Gianna was.

Feeling how Gianna jerkily moved her hips against Riley, trying to find friction that she wasn’t getting. She slid along the smooth skin of Riley’s thigh, groaning with both pleasure and disappointment.

“You need a lot more than this,” Riley breathed against Gianna’s mouth as she slid down the bed.

Gianna nodded quickly and intently, her hair spread out over the pillow like a goddess.

Riley slid her hands under the backs of Gianna’s thighs, gripping as she settled on her knees between them.

“You wanted my tongue on you. You wanted to feel my mouth on your clit. You wanted to come in my mouth.” She recited Gianna’s desires back at her, digging her nails in slightly to the pliant, warm skin under her.

Gianna’s legs jerked slightly in her grasp, spreading herself wider. Begging for Riley without verbally asking for anything for long moments before she gasped out, “Yes. Yes, babe, that’s exactly what I wanted. What I want.”

Riley slid down, settling onto her stomach as she leaned in and dragged the flat of her tongue up Gianna’s slit. God, she was so wet, coating Riley’s chin and lips before she’d even buried herself against her.

The choked groan that left Gianna’s mouth echoed in Riley’s ears, ratcheting up her hunger as she arched a look at Gianna from between her legs.

“Me, too,” she rasped before she dove in.

If Gianna wanted to feel how much Riley wanted her and the extent to which she drove Riley crazy, she was more than happy to show her.

Using one of her hands to push down Gianna’s hips, keeping her right where Riley wanted her, she used the other to dip down and brushed her fingertips over her wife. She didn’t push inside; just felt Gianna.

In an instant, her fingers were drenched, and Gianna’s unadulteratedly loud cries echoed off of their vaulted ceiling. The sound of them, the feeling of Gianna’s hands reaching down to grasp Riley’s hair, had her moaning against Gianna’s clit.

She pressed her tongue against Gianna more firmly, moving quicker. This wasn’t about making slow, tender love but about making Gianna come. This was about Gianna feeling how far they’d come. This was for her wife to feel how desperately Riley wanted her, to know that this wanting she’d felt for so long was entirely reciprocated.

And it was. Whimpers left the back of Riley’s throat, both hungry for Gianna’s release as well as her own. She could feel herself dripping, and she rocked her hips against the bed. Knowing she couldn’t come from it but needing to feel something .

“Ri-Rile-y!” Gianna’s breathless cry was muffled as Riley registered it because her thighs tightened around Riley’s head. A delicious pressure that Riley craved more of; Gianna wasn’t the only one who took a visceral satisfaction in this carnal wanting.

“Inside. P-please. I want you – fuck ,” Gianna broke off her request as Riley wrapped her lips around her clit and used the tip of her tongue to tap against her.

She wasn’t going to go inside; that wasn’t part of the plan. Not yet. Not when she knew Gianna would be able to come – and come hard – just like this.

And she wanted it. She wanted everything because she had a vision. And that vision entailed Gianna being soaked and relaxed from her first orgasm.

She felt one of Gianna’s thighs start that tell-tale tremble against her cheek, and she slid both of her hands down, digging her fingers into Gianna’s ass to hold her against Riley’s face. Needing to be as close as possible as Gianna came into her mouth.

“I’m – yesss ,” Gianna moaned, long and low, as her fingers wound tightly into Riley’s hair, holding her tightly as she jerked against Riley’s face.

As if Riley would have moved away while she could still feel Gianna’s clit pulsing against her tongue.

When she did pull away, several long moments later, she wasn’t satiated. Not yet.

If anything, as her breathing raggedly escaped her throat and she stared down at her wife, she felt even more wanton, wilder than she’d felt before.

Gianna was still catching her breath, her arms splayed on either side of her, as her thighs fell to the side, totally lax. She stared up at Riley, her lips pulled into a wide, lazy smile.

Riley felt none of that sated relaxation. Which wasn’t to say that she didn’t take satisfaction from making Gianna come; she did. It gave her even more satisfaction than coming herself.

But right now, in this moment, she needed more.

“You wanted me to feel so hungry for you like I could never get enough?” Riley asked, running her tongue over her lips to taste Gianna there. Her eyes fluttered briefly closed from it before she forced them open again.

In perfect time to see Gianna’s smile and the easy, relaxed look fall away as she swallowed hard, her hands absently gripping at the comforter. “So much.”

Riley reached for the toy she’d placed on the bedside table, easily adjusting it into place in her harness. The dark glint in Gianna’s blue eyes as she watched Riley only served to notch up Riley’s own heat. Her breath caught in her throat as Gianna licked her lips.

“Turn around,” she ordered, her voice low in her throat. “And get on your knees.”

Gianna eagerly complied, a broken whimper escaping her as she did so, swiftly turning onto her hands and knees as she presented her ass to Riley.

Riley had to take a second just to stare. There really was something other-worldly about Gianna, about her effect. Digging her teeth into her bottom lip, she commanded herself to stay focused.

Which wasn’t difficult, not really. Not when she had Gianna exactly the way she wanted her.

Staying up on her knees, she moved forward to press herself against Gianna. Her thighs pressed against the backs of Gianna’s, the length of the strap-on pressed against Gianna’s slit, as she slowly traced her fingers over her wife’s perfectly shaped butt.

At her touch, Gianna inhaled audibly, rocking back into Riley. Her movement made the strap-on brush against her clit, and Gianna shivered, moaning, as she rolled her hips again.

Riley groaned low in her throat, sliding her hands down to grip Gianna’s waist and holding her still. “You were begging me to be inside of you before. Do you still want that?”

As she spoke, she slid her hand down between them, taking hold of the toy as she slowly drew it back, then pressed forward again. Covering the silicone in Gianna’s wetness, preparing herself.

Gianna’s hands fisted in the covers, her knuckles turning white. “Yes. Obviously. Always.”

Every word Gianna breathed was intent, and she turned her head to aim a look at Riley over her shoulder. “You know I love the way you feel inside of me. All of the fucking time.”

Riley arched an eyebrow down at her as she swiftly positioned herself at Gianna’s entrance and pushed inside. Just a couple of inches, but enough for Gianna to really feel her.

They both moaned.

Gianna shuddered, turning back to face their headboard as she dropped her head down to rest on her fists. Riley dug her fingers into Gianna’s hips, forcing both of them to stay still.

“I know you wanted me to feel this way for you back in college,” she murmured, slowly pushing herself deeper into Gianna, pausing after another couple of inches.

Gianna didn’t say anything, only nodding her head. She tried to rock her hips back again, only to be stopped once more as Riley held her in place. “I’ll be inside of you completely in a second. Have some patience, babe.”

The words left her easily, but fuck if she didn’t want exactly what Gianna wanted right now.

Taking a deep breath to center herself, she slid one of her hands from Gianna’s hips down her spine, following the perfect column all the way down to her neck.

“I didn’t know back then what this could be like,” she rasped out, finally giving Gianna what she wanted and pushing all the way inside.

Her hips flush against Gianna’s ass, she held there as Gianna’s groaned, long and low. She felt that groan; it shuddered through Riley’s body and landed heavily in the throbbing between her own legs.

“I didn’t–” Riley broke off on a whimper of her own as Gianna pressed herself back as if there was even more for her to take. Instead, she pressed the base of the strap into Riley, brushing against her own clit.

Her head dropped back briefly as she subconsciously thrust forward.

Jesus.

Trying to get a grip, she shook her head and looked back down at Gianna. “I didn’t know how good this would feel. How fucking incredible it would feel to be inside of you. But if I did –”

She moved with slow, deliberate movements as she pulled back, the strap nearly leaving Gianna.

Before she thrust completely back inside, her hips slapping against Gianna’s ass. “Then you can bet your life that I would have felt this way back then.”

“ Riley ,” Gianna breathed her name out with a broken moan, and the desperate sound of it snapped whatever tether of control she’d been able to hold onto.

Maneuvering her hand to grip a fistful of Gianna’s silky hair, she started to move.

Hard, exacting thrusts, exactly the way she knew Gianna loved. She was proving it now as Riley fucked her, letting out breathless cries and incoherent words. The only coherent ones in the bunch were her name and occasional swears.

And Riley fucking loved it, too.

She hadn’t been lying. No, she hadn’t felt this all-encompassing burning, aching desire for Gianna in college, but she just hadn’t understood then. She’d had no idea how arousing, how powerful, how earth-shattering this would be.

How it would feel to be able to taste Gianna’s delicious wetness on her lips as she stared down and saw that same wetness on Riley’s strap every time she pulled out. How much she’d crave the way Gianna desperately pressed her ass back against Riley every time Riley thrust against her as if her body was begging her to return, to fill her up.

The hunger was consuming, and Riley felt it eating her up inside as she snapped her hips harder, faster into Gianna, little cries leaving the back of her throat.

“You – so good ,” Gianna managed, arching her back so her torso was pressed against the bed while her hips remained in the air.

Riley’s knees burned, and she was so wet, she was dripping down her thighs, and she’d never ached with need so badly before. Maybe she had; she didn’t really know. Every time she took Gianna like this, she felt it.

She pushed forward, pressing herself against Gianna’s back, wanting to feel her wife against her. She needed to feel Gianna’s entire body shuddering when she came.

Pulling out more than a few inches like this was impossible, but neither of them cared. In fact, it made the sounds escaping Gianna’s mouth even louder.

“Yes,” Gianna breathed, starting to tremble under her. “Riley!”

Her head started to nod quickly against the pillow, soft blonde hair rubbing against Riley’s cheek with the movement. “Yes, ye–”

She broke off as Riley managed to reach down, working her hand between them, and touched her clit.

She drew quick, small circles, slid deeply inside Gianna, and stayed there, still. Knowing Gianna loved to come while feeling Riley as deep as she could possibly be.

Only seconds later, Gianna’s mouth dropped open in a silent scream as she jerked and shuddered under Riley.

She came long and hard, and Riley slowly worked her through it. Keeping that steady, deliberate touch on her clit as long as she felt Gianna working through the aftershocks.

When Gianna stilled, going completely lax under her, Riley stopped touching her.

Only for one of Gianna’s hands to slide down, shakily grabbing onto Riley’s wrist. She pulled Riley’s hand to her mouth, wrapping her plush, soft lips around the two fingers Riley had used on her clit.

They both moaned; Gianna’s born from satiation, Riley’s broken and viciously needy.

When Gianna pulled Riley’s hand back with a soft pop , Riley pushed herself up on trembling arms, mindful to keep her movements slow as she pulled her hips back.

Gianna sighed as the strap exited her, and Riley locked onto the dripping wetness coating the toy. Fuck.

Her hands shook as the need to come burned through her, and she fumbled to take off the harness and toss it to the side.

She collapsed onto the bed next to Gianna, feeling unable to catch her breath. She felt like she’d run a marathon but wasn’t sated in the least. Working Gianna through her orgasms only deepened Riley’s own ache.

Before she could even coherently think about how to relieve her own wanting, she heard Gianna open and close a drawer in their bedside table. She knew that sound, and she knew what it meant, even without looking.

Yes , god, she – she was so ready.

Gianna was at her side in seconds, pressing herself completely against Riley as she hooked her leg around Riley’s and pulled her legs apart.

“That was exactly what I wanted,” Gianna breathed against her ear, her breath hot and wet and Riley's clit pulsed.

“And what else I wanted?” Gianna leaned in, nipping her teeth at the soft skin of Riley’s neck, and she arched against her.

Her eyes opened as soon as she heard the buzzing of their vibrator, anticipation rolling through her…

The groan that escaped her was gravely, torn from somewhere deep inside of her as Gianna pressed the vibrator against her clit.

She eagerly rolled her hips against it, needing relief so fucking badly. After making Gianna come like that, so hard, so loud, so wanton – she needed this.

“I wanted this.” Gianna’s lips brushed against her neck as she spoke, and Riley shuddered at the sensations overtaking her body.

“There was that one night during sophomore year when you’d thought I was asleep, and I heard you.” There was a moan in Gianna’s own words at her reveal.

And Riley gasped at it.

“You whispered my name, asking if I was awake. I’d been just on the cusp of falling asleep, so I didn’t answer. And you took out your vibrator, and it was so quiet, and you didn’t make a sound .” Gianna moaned for real then, long and needy, right in Riley’s ear.

She could barely fucking breathe . She turned to look at Gianna, reaching down to wrap a hand around Gianna’s wrist, holding the vibrator so firmly against herself. Giving herself the perfect pressure and making sure Gianna didn’t stop, because if she stopped, Riley was pretty sure she would die.

“I didn’t – I–” she didn’t know what to say. She didn’t know Gianna had been awake? She was sorry? She – god , she was so close.

“I wondered if you were always that quiet. I wondered what you were thinking about. Fuck, Riley. I tried, so hard, to hold back… but after I was sure you were asleep, I came, too,” Gianna admitted, a raw desperation in her tone. “Even after that, I’d dream about it. About what you would have done if I got up and came into your bed that night.”

Riley’s breath was coming in gasps, and – she didn’t know. She didn’t know what she would have done if Gianna had done that.

All she knew was that right now, in this moment, she was going to fucking come with that thought in her mind.

She reached up with her free hand and buried it in Gianna’s hair, pulling her down to connect their mouths. She wanted to feel Gianna everywhere. Wanted this feral, messy kiss as she slid her tongue against Gianna’s and swallowed Gianna’s whimpers.

She cried out against her wife’s lips as her body tensed, and she came.

Riley shuddered, pressing herself down against the vibrator as the orgasm wracked through her.

Gianna gently broke their kiss and planted soft kisses all over her face.

And she reveled in that feeling. Coming down from a world-shattering orgasm that blurred her vision, her heart pounding against her ribs, feeling completely safe and adored.

When she tapped weakly against Gianna’s wrist, her wife stopped, pulling the vibrator away and turning it off.

Riley sank back into their soft bed, feeling utterly boneless.

“It’s a good thing you didn’t want me in college like that.” Gianna’s voice was thoughtful as she returned to Riley’s side, stroking her hand lightly over Riley’s cheek.

She lifted her head, arching a questioning look at her wife. “I thought that was your dream?”

“Oh, it was,” Gianna agreed, a smile tugging at her lips. “But College Gianna didn’t know it was possible to feel like this, for the sex to be so good. I don’t think she was ready. I would have died before we could make it here.” She gestured around them, in their large bedroom, before dropping her hand down to rest on Riley’s stomach.

She stared thoughtfully up at Gianna.

Her golden hair was mussed, her cheeks flushed, and she was beaming down at Riley like she was her entire world.

Yeah, it was a good thing they didn’t discover this in college; they would have never gone to a class again.