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Due to her walls convulsing around me, my pleasure heightened, and I came. My hips buckled shallowly a few more times before coming to a stop as I emptied myself into her.
I panted above her and slowly withdrew. Some of my cum spilled out of her, and she tilted her head back and breathed deeply, sighing with satisfaction.
Sliding off her body and lying beside her, I instinctively pulled Griselda close, our limbs entwined in the peaceful aftermath of our intimacy. I spooned her, our bodies fitting perfectly into each other as if we were meant to be this way.
In the soft glow of the room, wrapped in each other's arms, a rush of emotions flooded through me. It had been a long time coming, the confession of how I truly felt about Griselda. Being part of the mafia had kept me holding back, but now, with the news of our child on the way, I couldn't hold it in any longer.
Why wait?
We were going to be parents together.
Griselda had always captivated me. Her fierce independence and unwavering determination were things I deeply admired. Her laughter was infectious, brightening even the gloomiest days.
Our conversations were something I looked forward to. She had been my pillar of support, and being with her brought a sense of peace and contentment I had never known before.
Holding her close, I found myself overwhelmed by my feelings for her. It wasn't a perfect scenario, but I loved her deeply and completely. For Griselda and our child, I was ready to face whatever challenges came my way.
Chapter 33
Griselda
"Iloveyou.”
His confession sent a beautiful shiver through me, a cascade of emotions that I had been yearning to hear. For so long, I had hoped he felt the same way, but the circumstances and the fear of complicating things held me back. Now that he had confessed, it was both a relief and a moment of truth.
Emilio's words echoed in my mind and heart, sinking in slowly like ripples on a calm lake. His confession had been abrupt, catching me off guard, but the feelings behind it were genuine.
But as I lay there, overwhelmed by my feelings, not knowing how to react, it was both exhilarating and terrifying.
Emilio slid close to me and pulled me close so that he was spooning me.
"Griselda," he began, his voice gentle, "I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable by saying that. I couldn't hide my feelings anymore."
His words carried a tinge of regret as if confessing had been a mistake. It jolted me out of my stupor, and I turned to face him. In his eyes, I saw vulnerability and disappointment, though he tried to hide it. He seemed to be giving me an out, suggesting I didn't have to return his feelings.
"You didn't make me uncomfortable," I said, my voice soft but certain, a rush of courage bolstering my words. "I've been hoping for this too."
His eyes widened, the regret replaced by surprise and a glimmer of hope.
"Really?" he asked, almost cautiously, as if afraid this was a dream that could shatter.
I smiled, trying to convey what was in my heart. "Yes. You don't know how much I've wanted you to say that."
Relief washed over his face, and he looked at me as if a weight had been lifted. It was almost a comical moment, realizing that we both wanted the same thing yet had been holding back, afraid to shatter the delicate balance we had. Now, the truth was out, and it was liberating.
He pulled me closer, his arms embracing me in a secure, comforting hold.
"Griselda," he murmured, his breath warm against my ear, "I love you."
"I love you too," I whispered back, my voice breaking with emotion.
His face broke into a wide grin, a burst of happiness and relief that was contagious. Without another word, he leaned in and crashed his lips against mine in a deep, tender kiss.
I giggled into the kiss, unable to contain the bubbling euphoria that was flooding through me. Our lips moved in sync, expressing what words couldn't,
The world around us seemed to fade away.
When we finally pulled away, our smiles mirrored each other, brimming with happiness. He cupped my face in his hands, his thumbs brushing gently against my cheeks.
