Riley and Gianna - Naughty

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---------- Riley and Gianna ------------

Gianna pursed her lips and looked down at the checklist on her tablet as she sat at the kitchen island and sipped her coffee.

Her Holiday Spectacular was tonight, and even though it was only nine-fifteen in the morning, she’d already started fielding phone calls and texts messages regarding the set up for the event.

She liked to think she did her best to include any possible holiday people could be celebrating this time of year and chose different décor to accommodate all of them, without looking gaudy or clashing, if she did say so herself.

This was one of the only events she’d taken to throwing into adulthood – she used to host her own July Fourth Birthday Celebration as well, but that had faded over time. By the time she was in her mid-twenties, she just… wanted to celebrate with Riley.

But the Holiday Spectacular, this was Gianna’s moment to fucking shine.

She poured over her guest list and RSVPs months in advance, taking hours to order personalized gifts for everyone. The nightmare of any annual party was for it to feel tired and repetitive, so she always carefully took note of what activities weren’t as popular from year to year, swapping them out for different ones the following year.

There’d been a cookie decorating station last year. But it had gotten a little messy and people hadn’t been dazzled by it, so this year, she’d swapped it out for an Ugly Sweater Station – yes, she literally hired an independent printing company to press people’s designs that they drew onto a sweatshirt.

Granted, it was more of an ugly sweatshirt station, when put into practice but… Gianna could only do so much.

If Gianna was going to throw only one annual event, she was going to throw the party of the fucking season. And she was going to do it right.

And while it was all glitz and glam – ideally – to her guests, for Gianna, it meant spending every free moment in the weeks leading up to this day making sure everything was absolutely perfect.

She frowned when her phone started buzzing to life next to her. She’d quite literally just hung up the phone with the caterer two minutes ago! What could –

Oh.

She perked up, her lips curling into an excited smile when she saw Riley’s name on the screen.

At once, all of the mild annoyance at not even being able to enjoy her morning coffee before needing to field a potential disaster completely dissipated.

“Carina! Good morning,” she greeted. “I missed you before you had to go to work.”

Admittedly, she knew it had been her own fault that she hadn’t had any of her precious morning time with Riley today.

Gianna was blessed in that her morning schedule didn’t have to start until she decided it did. Most days, that was. So, typically, she would wake up with Riley when her wife had to start getting ready for work, just so they could enjoy spending a little quality morning time together before the day really started.

The mornings with Riley were the biggest change in their relationship, after they’d started sleeping together, in Gianna’s opinion. Of course, everything physical that they did together was markedly different from before, but excluding that –

When they’d been just friends, they hung out all of the time. On weekends, in the evening after work. Right up until they were getting ready to go to bed – even in their own individual homes – they’d be in communication with one another.

The mornings… this was different.

She didn’t get mornings with Riley, before. Mornings where Riley would groan in the back of her throat at her alarm, all sweet and grumbly. Mornings where Riley would sit up and immediately tuck all of her thick hair into a messy bun on the top of her head to simply get it the hell out of her face while she started getting ready for the day.

She certainly never got mornings where she was able to loop her arm around Riley’s waist and pull her back down into their warm bed, nuzzling in against the soft skin at the nape of Riley’s neck. Breathing in that perfect Riley scent.

She absolutely never got mornings where she slid her bare leg through Riley’s and tugged her in close, as Riley sighed in contented pleasure and arched back against her.

And she definitely never had morning sex with Riley.

She supposed that slotted in under all pf the physical aspects of their relationship that had changed, but… their morning sex was different to her.

It was softer and sweeter and felt even more intimate, somehow. Completely open and unguarded.

It was domestic, she decided. That’s what their morning sex was.

It was something you would never experience with a partner unless you spent the night with them. Unless you anticipated waking up next to them, knowing you’d want them all over again in the light of a new day.

“I missed you, too,” Riley murmured back, something sweet and longing, almost, in her voice.

That tone echoed through Gianna’s very being, and she melted with it. “Well, tomorrow the party will be over, and we will be back to our regularly scheduled programming.”

She’d never looked forward to having this party be over and done with like she did this year. Something else she was learning for the first time with Riley – it wasn’t fucking fun to have so much of her time and energy and attention taken away from her wife.

Riley was her wife. This was her first Christmas with a wife.

“Mhmm,” Riley hummed back, and Gianna could hear the indistinguishable chattering in Riley’s background, signifying that she was, indeed, already at work. “I’m really looking forward to seeing you today,” Riley confessed, her voice dipping lower.

There was something sweet and loving in her tone, that was undeniable. But there was also something… more?

Gianna’s heart leapt at the loving tone, even as the pit of her stomach started tingling with the edge of that something more.

“I’m looking forward to seeing you, too?” She returned, and the sentiment wasn’t a question at all; she was always happy to see Riley.

But… it was such a rarity that she couldn’t understand all of Riley’s tones and exactly what Riley was getting at. Especially since they’d officially gotten together and laid all of their cards on the table. Since they’d truly been on the same page with one another, Gianna felt like she and Riley were almost one singular person, in the best way possible.

“And – are you looking forward to seeing me… for all of the normal reasons?” Riley asked, in a voice Gianna could only describe as dodgy as hell.

She frowned, tapping her fingers lightly against the counter as she wondered what she was missing. “Um – yes? The reasons being that you are my favorite part of every day and that seeing you makes me feel like everything is right and good in the world? We’re talking about those reasons, right?”

“Yes, those are the reasons I love to see you every day, too,” Riley confirmed.

But there was still that tone, and Gianna’s eyebrows furrowed as the confusion started to make her a little more desperate. “Riley, babe, why do I get the distinct impression that I’m missing something?”

“Because, my love, you are,” Riley lightly informed her.

She didn’t sound upset – more teasing than anything. And still, Gianna’s lips tugged into a deep frown.

“And because I know that you’re now desperate to know – and because I have to hop into a meeting with Marika in a minute – I’ll tell you: do you know what today is?”

Gianna swiveled back in her stool to face the tablet lying on the counter with her checklist still on the screen. “Of course. T-nine hours until the party starts.” Spine snapping straight up, a jolt of disappointment worked through her. “Are you going to have to miss the party?”

Was that what Riley was avoiding telling her outright?

Admittedly, it was gutting news.

This was the first time Gianna would get to have Riley as her date – as her wife-date – to the holiday party.

Yes, everything in attendance likely knew they were married already, even if only through social media. But still! It had been something she’d been looking forward to. Something she’d been planning for, even.

She’d picked her dress deliberately after Riley had chosen her own ensemble. Riley had decided to wear a deliciously fitted sleek black suit, her gorgeous honey-blonde hair swept up on one side, and a pair of the dazzling silver heels Gianna had given her for… some occasion or other.

Honestly, Gianna had just thought Riley’s legs would look amazing while in those heels, so she’d found a reason to give them to her. She’d been right.

So, Gianna’s sparkling, form-fitting black dress was a direct answer to that. With a slit cut dangerously high on her thigh as the rest of the hem fell down to the floor, a cut-out on the side of the dress revealing some of her abdomen and back, and with one long-sleeve as the other shoulder and arm was bare… Gianna had a vision.

The two of them, looking hot as hell and deliberately coupled.

“No, I’m not going to miss the party,” Riley’s easy denial dismissed that fear, and while Gianna was utterly relieved to hear it, she felt more confused than ever.

“I’ll be in the conference room in a minute,” Riley said to someone on her end of the line, before turning her attention back to their conversation. “I’d had a plan this morning,” she informed Gianna, her voice dipping low.

To that octave, that serious, commanding tone.

One that immediately had Gianna sitting at attention, her throat running dry. “A… plan?” She echoed. Still confused but a little turned on, even if she didn’t know exactly what the plan was.

Riley always had amazing plans.

She could hear Riley moving, and the sounds of people in the background became less frequent and quieter, and Gianna found herself holding her breath. Anticipation buzzed through her.

Because Riley was seeking somewhere where she could speak freely to Gianna, which meant –

“A plan. In which I set my alarm an hour earlier than usual for work, so that I could wake you up with my mouth on you. A plan in which I wanted to come to work still able to taste you on my lips. A plan in which I’d been going to take the vibrator after I made you come on my tongue, and fuck you with it until you came all over it. And then have you use it on me.”

Gianna’s breath shuddered out of her, and it really was that simple.

From having a normal – albeit busy – morning, sipping her coffee, to being fucking soaked, easily visualizing the picture Riley painted.

“Riley,” she breathed out, shaking her head.

Riley sighed, her own disappointment clearly echoing through the sound. “Alas, you were already up and out of bed, on a phone call when my alarm went off.”

Gianna sagged against the counter, cursing not only the light design specialist that had called her at the crack of dawn but this entire event!

“I’m…” She blew out a deep exhale, regaining some control over herself. “I’m sorry, I just – I had no idea you had such big plans for us today?”

“I know this is a big day, and that you’re incredibly busy,” Riley’s tone gentled into a genuine understanding. “I’m not saying this to make you feel badly; I understand why the plan didn’t come to fruition. It’s just that… this is a very big day for us. I’d been hoping to be able to see you for a minute before I left for the day – even though I understand that you were very busy.”

All right, her confusion edged back in, mixing unpleasantly with her arousal. “What? For… us?”

“It’s our anniversary,” Riley stated with undeniably authority, mixing with a teasing exasperation.

Reeling back, Gianna shook her head vehemently despite the fact that Riley couldn’t see her. “It most certainly is not.”

“Yes, it is!” Riley softly but firmly countered.

“No, it’s not,” she denied again.

Granted… this was something they’d never actually talked about before. When was their anniversary? How did they measure something like that, given all the history between them?!

Regardless of it, though, Gianna held her ground. “This is not the anniversary of the first time we met, the first time we kissed, the first time we had sex, our first date, or our wedding,” she listed off, confidently.

Because Gianna knew the dates of all of those moments; she could still see them all burned into her brain with exacting precision.

“It’s the anniversary of the day that I started thinking about you differently,” Riley stated, and…

All of the wind went right out of Gianna’s sails. The heat that had thrummed through her dulled into something she could only call adoration, and a pleasant warmth swept through her with it as she smiled.

God, she fucking felt like a teenage girl, wishing she had a phone cord to twist around her fingers.

“Oh?” She asked, grinning like an idiot.

The only thing she would change in this moment, though, wasn’t the idiotic-smile, but the fact that Riley wasn’t here to see it on her face.

“Does that count as our anniversary, then?” She was teasing – slightly – but also genuinely curious.

She’d celebrate any day of significance in their relationship, if she was honest. What did Gianna care about logistics with Riley? She’d celebrate their relationship every day, if Riley wanted to find a reason to do so.

“Well, I think it counts as some sort of anniversary at the very least,” Riley allowed, and – yes. There it was. Her tone dipped again, into something low and raw, and Gianna licked her lips at the sound of it.

Riley groaned, softly, in the back of her throat, before she said, “I’m sorry, babe, but I really have to go to this meeting. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she easily returned, but her mind was still focused on today being their anniversary. Of sorts.

“I’ll see you tonight,” Riley assured her. “Brought my outfit change to work so I can go right to the venue.”

“Perfect.” Because, Riley was.

“And…” Riley hesitated, before she murmured, “You should go upstairs, and look at your bedside table.” Clearing her throat, Riley spoke at a normal volume again. “See you tonight,” she re-iterated, before adding, “Feel free to text me.”

“Of course,” she returned, because – duh.

But as soon as their call was disconnected, Gianna was on her feet and heading up to their bedroom, the list on her tablet be damned.

Sure enough, Riley had left a gift box on her bedside table in their bedroom.

Gianna’s mouth tugged into a grin, a rush of love sweeping through her. Riley really never missed a moment of being the perfect partner, and clearly today was no different.

She sat on the edge of the bed, taking the small box in her hands. Huh – Riley had even styled it in the exact same way Gianna had styled all of her gift boxes at her holiday party last year. How was that for attention to detail?

Shaking her head, she nearly opened the box before she noticed the card that had been sitting beneath the box.

Gianna –

I had a feeling that you might be a bit too busy this morning to get into what I’d hoped to have time for. So I planned ahead.

I know this technically isn’t one of our “big” anniversaries, but… it’s a special day to me.

It’s the day you became a possibility. The day my eyes were opened to think about you in a new light. To see you not only as objectively sexy and gorgeous – which you know I always have – but to think about the fact that maybe it wasn’t purely objective.

Clearly, it wasn’t objective. Because, clearly, I – like everyone else that’s ever laid eyes on you – would fall at my knees when feeling the full affects of your amazonian magnetism.

I want you to know that you, Gianna, are so incredibly fuckable – to borrow a phrase from my favorite person. And it was on this day that I started to really see that.

So, I hope you like my gift.

I figured we could try it together – after all, you did say I could pick what we’re starting with and when.

Your adoring wife,
R

Gianna felt fucking whiplash at the card.

First, she’d wanted to melt a bit. Okay, yes, she understood very clearly how this felt like an anniversary of significance to Riley, now.

And by the end, hot anticipation buzzed to life inside of her.

She recognized those words from her own card to Riley, last year.

And she knew very well what she’d mistakenly given to Riley that had started them on this journey together.

She quickly pulled the cover off the gift box, and found herself staring down at a new vibrator.

It wasn’t the one she’d given Riley last year, but it was from that same brand. It was Gianna’s favorite company to purchase sex toys from, and she was partnered with them, so – of course, Riley had known all of this.

The desire sluiced through her veins as she picked up the box and studied it.

The vibrator was gently curved, as if to cup Gianna’s pussy, with a smaller bump that was obviously designed to go inside of her. And just as she laid her eyes on the part of the box that read remotely controlled!, her phone vibrated with a text.

Digging her bottom teeth into her lip, she grabbed at her phone with the hand not holding the vibrator.

Riley – 9:34AM
I assume you’ve seen my gift?

Gianna – 9:34AM
You assume absolutely correctly

Unerringly, her gaze landed once more on remotely controlled, and she felt the want move through her veins, thick and unyielding, as she clenched her thighs.

Gianna – 9:35AM
So, when it says remotely controlled –

Riley – 9:35AM
I have the app on my phone already downloaded.

Though Gianna already had an inkling, she texted to confirm –

Gianna – 9:35AM
And when you wrote in the card that you get to decide when we’ll be using it…

Despite the fact that Riley was obviously still in her meeting with her boss, she was texting Gianna immediately back – granted, it was a meeting with all of the department heads at the station, but still.

But what that told Gianna was that Riley was very, very into this idea.

Gianna was already fucking wet with the idea as well. Being at Riley’s mercy with this vibrator made her ache – especially since she hadn’t gotten her morning sex today. But her arousal multiplied at how much Riley wanted this.

Riley – 9:36AM
Yes, it means that I want you to wear it when you arrive at the venue tonight. I want you to show up looking like a fucking bombshell in that insanely sexy dress you bought. And I want you to have this vibrator that I’M controlling against you, inside of you.

Gianna’s grip tightened on her phone, her knuckles turning white, and she clenched her thighs so hard.

Riley – 9:36AM
If you don’t want to, let me know now, and I won’t text you about it anymore. I know you’re busy today and you have a lot on your plate, so if this isn’t something you feel like you have the bandwidth for today, then that’s okay

Gianna’s vehement dismissal of that was immediate, and she quickly texted Riley back.

Gianna – 9:36AM
Um… are you fucking kidding me?

I’ll be wearing it.

… how soon can I start?

She watched, holding her breath as those three little dots appeared within seconds.

Oh, Gianna was so fucking ready for this. Clearly, Riley loved the fact that she was going to be in complete control of Gianna with this. And Gianna already knew Riley loved having control of her like this.

What she wanted to know, and was testing the waters for, was to see how much control Riley wanted to have over this.

Was Gianna allowed to touch herself during the day – provided she had any time to do so? Was she allowed to test this out before the party? Was –

Riley – 9:37AM
Not until you’re dressed for the party

Because you are NOT going to come until I make you come

Gianna shuddered, clenching her teeth as Riley’s denial of Gianna’s question made her burn even fucking hotter. If there was one thing Gianna had found she couldn’t get enough of, it was Riley having complete dominion over her. Even if it meant she’d be absolutely fucking soaked all day just waiting for right moment.

Riley – 9:38AM
I love the idea that you’re going to be dressed to kill tonight. That you’re going to be in control of the entire extravaganza. That when you arrive at the party while having this vibrator inside of you, everyone you see is going to see that you’re calling the shots

But the reality is, that YOU are MINE. And I control when you come and how hard and in what way

Gianna whimpered, and her clit throbbed, and…

Gianna – 9:38AM
You do

I AM yours

Jesus christ, carina

Riley – 9:39AM
:)

I really do have to work, now. And I know you have a very busy day ahead of you, so I’ll let you get to it

But I’ll leave you with the knowledge that I’m also so wet as I sit in my meeting, my underwear is ruined. I’ve thought about nothing else since the moment I woke up, and I can guarantee that I’ll be thinking of nothing else until I see you tonight

Gianna focused her attention on the vibrator, staring at it, and so easily envisioning how it would feel. What Riley could do to her with it.

And she groaned. “You’re fucking evil, babe,” she whispered to Riley, and she knew Riley knew exactly what she was doing.

Gianna – 9:39AM
I think it’s safe to say I won’t be able to think about anything else, either

Evil, perfect woman

With that, Gianna dropped her phone down to her bed, scrubbing her hands over her eyes. How the fuck was she supposed to focus on the party, now?!

***

Somehow, she did.

Honestly, Gianna wasn’t sure how in the hell she’d managed to pull herself together enough to coordinate with everyone she’d had to work with to pull her holiday party off, but she’d done it.

She was standing in the middle of the venue, looking at the living proof.

The party was set to begin in a half hour, and the catering staff and decorating team she’d hired were all buzzing around, hustling to carry out the last-minute preparations that Gianna had laid out for them.

Normally, she’d be zipping around to provide hands-on assistance wherever she was needed.

But right now, in this specific moment, she was moving as little as she possibly could without appearing to be conspicuous.

The vibrator wasn’t on, but it was situated firmly in the lacey underwear she was wearing. Pressing right against her clit – where there was slight ribbing on the silicone, she’d noticed – as well as being situated a few inches inside of her.

She’d found that the fucking thing didn’t even have to be on to make her feel like she was going crazy with it. Because with every movement she made, she felt it. She felt the subtle shift of the vibrator inside of her, and the way that ribbing slid against her clit, and dear fucking god was it hard to act normal right now.

She’d texted Riley – instinctively knowing that Riley would like that – when she’d been getting dressed, thirty minutes ago, after having been at the venue since early afternoon.

Gianna – 4:45PM
I’m about to get dressed

Just as she’d hoped, Riley had responded immediately.

Riley – 4:45PM
Thanks for letting me know. Are you ready for the vibrator?

Gianna’s breath had rushed out of her lungs, her entire body tingling in aching want. She’d been fucking aching all day for this moment.

She was standing in one of the back rooms closed off to the general public, the room she unofficially commandeered as her home base for this party. She’d chosen it because Anita, the woman that owned the venue, had pointed it out as one of the rooms people often used as a changing room for events, with no camera. And that was exactly what Gianna needed in her pseudo-office for quick outfit changes.

She was wearing only her Worthy-designed bikini-cut underwear, and –

Gianna – 4:46PM
Yes, I’m so ready

Riley – 4:46PM
Good. Go ahead and press the vibrator against yourself, get it situated

Gianna swallowed thickly, reaching for it as her hands had started to shake slightly.

And Riley texted again, just as Gianna had slid the toy under the waistline.

Riley – 4:46PM
Do you need any assistance to make it comfortable for you? I want you to wear it properly, I want it to be INSIDE of you

Gianna’s breath had caught and held in her throat, and she’d widened her stance and slid the vibrator down lower…

Gasping, then immediately biting her lip to silence herself as she slid it into place. The few inches that were designed to be inside of her slid in so fucking easily – because she’d been dripping wet all damn day.

Still she’d been curious…

Gianna – 4:47PM
Assistance… in what way?

For some reason, she hadn’t actually imagined what came next. She felt like a total fucking moron, but she hadn’t really thought about the assistance Riley was offering, until she felt the toy come to life.

The vibration against her clit was low-grade, just a gentle, rhythmic tapping, but she swore – unable to bite it back – as she fumbled with her phone and dropped it onto the desk in front of her with a clatter.

Unable to help herself, she’d moaned, long and low in her throat, as she’d gripped the edge of the desk with both hands and squeezed her eyes closed. She clenched so tightly around what was inside of her, and all she could think was – more. She wished she had more inside of her, fuck.

She’d stood there, absolutely still save for the unstoppable rocking of her hips – which was pointless, anyway, because there was no escaping this delicious pressure on her clit – for long moments, trying to hold her breath so she could hold in any and all sounds that wanted to escape her.

Her thigh had started trembling as Riley turned the vibration up, and the toy pulsed against her clit faster, and she’d been so, so ready for this all day long. She’d thought of nothing but this moment for almost the entire day, and her clit had been aching with no relief for hours, and this felt like fucking heaven, and –

And then it stopped.

Just like that.

Gianna released her breath, shuddering out of her. That feeling inside of her that had been building and building and building – abruptly cut off, and she dropped her head forward, unsure if she was more relieved or disappointed.

Swallowing hard, she blinked her eyes open and had reached for her phone with shaking hands, fumbling for a moment with her passcode to unlock it.

Riley – 4:49PM
I have a feeling that you haven’t responded in a couple minutes because you’re enjoying my assistance a little too much

In fact, something tells me you didn’t need my assistance at all…?

Every muscle inside of her was still drawn so fucking tightly, and Gianna’s fingers trembled as she texted back –

Gianna – 4:50PM
You’re not wrong. But in fairness to me, I never said I needed assistance. I asked what KIND you’d give me

But I’ve been dripping wet for you all day long, babe. You already knew I would be

Riley – 4:50PM
I did

That assistance was for me just as much as it was for you – so tell me. Do you like it?

Gianna was always honest with Riley, but in that moment more than ever.

Gianna – 4:51PM
I fucking loved it

You stopped at a perfect time, if you’re waiting for me to come until later

Somehow, that was unsurprising. Riley knew her body at this point better than Gianna, herself, knew it. Of course, Riley had known just how much Gianna could take before she fucking came while standing here, alone, in her dimly lit “back office” while the party setup was in full-swing thirty feet away.

Riley – 4:51PM
I think I’m going to enjoy this far too much

Gianna – 4:51PM
Enjoy away, babe. Because you aren’t the only one

And with that, Gianna had to go back to the fucking setup.

She was – frankly – shocked that she couldn’t feel herself dripping around both the toy and her underwear, down her inner-thigh. It was likely only a matter of time until it happened, which Gianna was trying to be very conscientious about.

After all, her dress had a slit cut up to mere inches below her pussy.

“I’m hoping that I’m not jinxing anything by saying this, but… everything looks good. No last-minute fires to put out anywhere – ugh, I shouldn’t have said that, right? That definitely feels like it’s a jinx!” Allie, the bright-eyed event coordinator Gianna was working with this year seemed to appear next to her out of nowhere.

Granted, Gianna wasn’t exactly firing on all observational cylinders right now.

She jolted slightly in surprise, hissing in a breath through gritted teeth as the ribbed section of the vibrator rubbed against her clit.

“That’s… great,” she muttered, clearing her throat and tossing her hair back as she composed herself.

She could do this; the vibrator wasn’t even on.

Turning to face Allie, she did her best to focus. “And we checked on the timers for all of the lights? Last year it was almost a complete disaster, so I just want to make sure everything is aligned. Oh, and the other shipment of sweatshirts get delivered, for the printing press?”

She’d made sure to order shirts in a multitude of sizes, fairly certain she was able to estimate sizing for her RSVPs pretty accurately. She’d gotten an overage, with the intention of donating all of the unused ones to the women’s shelter down the street – a win-win. Only a third of her order hadn’t arrived with the others, two hours ago.

She was confident that after her dual sweet-talking and strong-arming on the phone with the company, things should be rectified by now.

Allie quickly nodded, looking down at her tablet to double-check. “Yep, they got here ten minutes ago; I’m having them organized with the others now.” She gestured over her shoulder to the other side of the room where it was, indeed, all being organized.

“Perfect, thank you.”

Allie beamed up at her, and Gianna had to admit – she was looking for an assistant, and Allie seemed like she had good potential.

“Now all I’m waiting for is the call from the caterer to signal their arrival, and everything should really be all set.”

Gianna nodded, running down her own mental checklist. “Yes, they alerted me twenty minutes ago that they were on their way, so they should be here any min–”

Abruptly, Gianna cut herself off as the vibrator came to life again.

The part of the toy that was situated inside of her fucking pulsed, and Gianna clenched her jaw so hard to make sure she didn’t let out a sound as the sensation thrummed through her body.

She also clenched every possible muscle, making sure she didn’t shudder or jerk her hips or anything she absolutely shouldn’t do in public.

Allie’s smile had faded as she blinked up in alarm at Gianna. “Any… minute?” She hesitantly filled in for her.

Swallowing hard, Gianna nodded. She forced a smile. “Yes, sorry, my – ahem,” she had to paused and clear her throat again, hoping it concealed the way her breath hitched as the vibrator began a light thrum against her clit, as well. “My throat just got so dry. I need to go and grab my water before everything s-starts,” she stuttered over the word, before clamping her lips tightly shut to prevent any other sounds.

The thing about Gianna was – she was not a quiet lover.

She wasn’t ashamed by any means about her sexuality, and she didn’t believe in holding back during sex. The whole point of sex was to experience pleasure, and Gianna was going to make her pleasure known. So, having sex in any sort of public capacity was ruled out for her.

Even if her volume wasn’t an issue, the reality was – before Riley, there was no one Gianna would have wanted to indulge in something like this with. Her flings were deliberately brief and no-strings-attached; she wasn’t building intimacy and trust with her past partners.

So this moment was truly unprecedented for her.

“Okay!” Allie nodded. “Do you want me to grab you a glass?” She asked, clearly concerned.

Gianna quickly shook her head. “No. That’s…” She hissed out a breath, feeling herself clench so tightly. “That’s fine. Thanks.”

Curling one of her hands into a tight fist – so tight, her nails bit stingingly into her palm, but she needed that. She needed that moment of being centered – she started walking forward.

Every step was measured and methodical and it had to be that way, because every fucking movement she made had the vibrator rubbing against her aching clit in a way that made her want to cry out. Every step forward maneuvered the way the vibrator was situated inside of her, the pulsing making the muscle in her inner-thigh quake.

She could feel it, even though she continued to stride seamlessly toward the exit that would lead her out of this room and away from prying eyes.

She released a desperate, gasping breath as soon as she was truly alone, pausing to brace a hand against the wall once there were no curious, prying eyes.

“Fuck,” she whimpered, gulping in a deep, labored breath as the vibrations ticked up a notch.

The ridges on the vibrator rubbed against her clit quickly and firmly, and Gianna forced herself to start walking down toward the little private office spare she carved out for herself.

Her gait was not quite so measure and even, now. Her movements were desperate, and it was a damn good thing Gianna had been wearing heels as her primary shoe choice for over a decade, because otherwise, she’d probably have broken her fucking ankle as she took small, hurried steps.

She fumbled with her clutch as she went, digging out her phone.

And only managed to put in the correct passcode on the third fucking attempt, as her trembling fingers kept hitting the wrong number as molted pleasure coursed through her veins.

Gianna – 5:26PM
I know I said that you could enjoy awsy, but FUCK RIL EY

She was so grateful when she reached her little safe haven back room, and she tightly gripped the doorknob as she texted Riley once more –

Gianna – 5:27PM
And if you don’t wsnt me to come without yoiu then STOP

It was the only warning she could give, as she panted for breath and slipped into her office, slamming the door closed as she leaned heavily back against it.

Riley didn’t heed her warning, though, and the pulsing inside of her moved faster, the vibrations on her clit were more intense, and Gianna dropped her head back, closed her eyes tightly, and released the long, aching moan she’d swallowed down.

She rolled her hips desperately into the feeling, and she could feel it. God, she was going to fucking come, and come soon, and –

“I do want you to come with me,” Riley’s voice was low and throaty and –

Gianna opened her eyes to see Riley leaning against the small table a foot away.

She was already in her sleek, hot as fuck fitted suit, and her makeup was done and her hair was swept back and her eyes were so dark as she stared at Gianna. Her phone was in her hand, her thumb resting on the screen.

“Riley,” she groaned in shocked, thrilled relief, and the sight of her wife pushed her right over the edge.

She fell into her orgasm, grateful she’d rested against the door because she wasn’t sure she’d have been able to hold herself up otherwise. Her thighs shook so intensely, right down to her fucking ankles, as she throbbed and pulsed.

Riley kept the vibrator going, throughout, moving her thumb minutely up and down the screen, which made the pulsing inside of Gianna ebb and flow in intensity, controlling the waves of her fucking orgasm.

“Jesus, baby, you’re coming so hard,” Riley’s voice was a reverent whisper, as she watched Gianna shudder through her orgasm with wide eyes.

“Fuck,” Gianna whined, as Riley’s comment pushed her into another rolling crest of this onslaught.

However many minutes later, Gianna shook her head, her sensitive clit starting to feel more pain than pleasure.

And Riley – attuned to Gianna and watching every move she made – immediately shut off the vibrator.

As soon as it happened, Gianna felt like a puppet whose strings had all been cut. She all-but collapsed against the door, feeling boneless as she gasped for air.

Within seconds, Riley was there, pressing her body firmly against Gianna’s, holding her up.

Gianna clutched at her, needily, breathing in the smell of her hair, and – okay. Okay.

There, Riley’s scent and the solid feeling of her body against Gianna’s finally gave her something to latch onto. She took another deep inhale, letting a sense of calm finally wash over her, as she was able to catch her breath at long last.

She rubbed her cheek against the top of Riley’s head, relishing in the soft feeling of her hair against her face. “My god, carina…” She trailed off, entirely unsure how to put anything into words, now.

She felt Riley nod against her, the way Riley’s lips lightly slid against her neck. “I didn’t know how intense it was going to be.”

There was still that awed tone in Riley’s voice, and Gianna was now able to let that sink in, with a sense of pride.

She slid her hands up to Riley’s hair, gently tugging her back so she could look at her wife’s face.

“Turning that on while I was out in the main room?” She asked, arching an eyebrow. “Very, very naughty, Riley Jane Beckett.”

Riley’s teeth dug into her plush bottom lip, as her eyes were wide – as if she could look innocent right now! “In fairness, I came in through the back, and took a peek to make sure you weren’t in the middle of something serious when I arrived.”

Forever thankful for that, Gianna still shook her head even as she grinned. “Well, how thoughtful of you, my love.”

Riley smiled back. “I try.”

Now that Gianna was able to properly take a moment to look at Riley, she could see it. See the strain around Riley’s smile, the way her cheeks were flushed so deeply. The way her breathing was choppy.

And just like that, a flip was switched inside of her, as she arched a slow, knowing eyebrow.

“And… did watching me come like that, making me lose control even before I was in this room, turn you on?”

Without waiting for the answer, Gianna swiftly spun them around, pressing Riley against the door.

She swallowed her wife’s sharp, surprised exhale as she kissed her, deeply, intensely. Sliding her tongue into Riley’s mouth to taste her, as she kicked out Riley’s feet.

There was no sense of hesitation as she reached down and undid Riley’s pants, immediately sinking her fingers into her underwear.

She groaned – and swallowed Riley’s guttural moan – as her fingers were immediately soaked.

Riley’s hips jerked against her hand, soft needy sounds a constant flow from her throat.

Gianna nipped her teeth into Riley’s lip as she broke from their kiss, moving her mouth to right beside Riley’s ear, as she rubbed her hard clit.

“Putting you on your back on that table so I can make you come in my mouth is very appealing right now,” she hotly whispered, before pressing a kiss right under Riley’s ear.

Gianna shivered at the wanton, needy sound that Riley made, her hips jerking against her.

“But, unfortunately, we don’t have the time I want to take. Luckily for us…”

She paused, holding her breath as she quickly withdrew her hands from Riley and slid up through the slit in her own dress to dip into her underwear and –

“Christ,” she whispered, shuddering still from an aftershock from her orgasm when she brushed against her clit.

She quickly took the vibrator, soaked and absolutely fucking dripping from herself, and quickly worked it down into Riley’s underwear.

“We have a vibrator you can use.”

Riley’s head thunked back against the door, her fingers digging into the bare skin of Gianna’s shoulders as she situated it inside of Riley.

Her hand shook again in anticipation as she reached and grabbed Riley’s phone from where she’d thoughtlessly placed it on the chair next to them.

With one hand firmly holding the vibrator in place – granted, she didn’t need to; she knew very well it would stay against Riley without her. But Gianna wanted to fucking feel it. And she wanted Riley to feel her, too – she used the other to unlock Riley’s phone.

And she swiped her thumb along one of the controls on the screen.

Immediately, she felt the vibrator buzz to life against her hand.

Also immediately, Riley’s mouth dropped open as she released a desperate, broken moan. “Oh – my – Gianna!”

“Mhmm,” she leaned in again, nuzzling up Riley’s neck, planting kisses there as she went.

All the while, she held the vibrator firmly against Riley, flexing her hand to move it, making the part inside of Riley truly fuck her, as the vibrations worked against her clit.

“I’m right here,” she rasped into Riley’s ear.

She used her thumb to slide the intensity of the vibrator up even higher, then used her hips to lock Riley into place against the door.

“And if I have to go out and face this party while I’m so wet, I’m dripping down my thighs because you made a wreck of me, then so are you.”

Riley nodded, jerkily, Gianna’s name escaping her again as she cried out, and –

Gianna shuddered through Riley’s orgasm with her, swearing she could feel it echo through herself, setting her own heart racing all over again, as she felt Riley’s heartbeat thundering against her.

When she felt Riley stop quaking and her hot little sounds tapered off, Gianna switched the vibrator off, and took it out of Riley’s underwear. She gently tossed it to the other chair a few feet away, on top of her garment bag for her dress, to be dealt with later.

As it was, she pressed herself against Riley, absolutely loving when she felt Riley’s arms band tightly around her.

“Happy anniversary,” Riley murmured, tilting her head up to meet Gianna’s gaze.

She smiled softly, bringing her not-wet hand up to stroke her fingers over Riley’s cheek. “Happy anniversary, back.”

After a pause, she shook her head slightly, “Babe, if that’s how we’re going to celebrate all of our milestones, I need to start preparing now for the anniversary of the first time we had sex.”

Riley’s answering laugh echoed through the room, lighting her up from the inside out.

All Gianna could really think was… she needed to give the delivery company that had screwed up last year’s gifts a retroactive bonus.

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