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The other found its way to the collar of her shirt, the tips of my fingers grazing the skin of her upper chest before slowly undoing each button.
My breathing had increased in pace, coming out in a deep and fast rhythm as I kissed my way across her throat to give the other side of her neck the same treatment.
“Emilio,” she sighed, her hands tugging lightly on my hair, grinding her core against my hardening erection, making me elicit a growl against her neck in response, scraping my teeth lightly over her skin.
The hand that had been unbuttoning her shirt delved under the opening to palm her breast. She ground against me, arced her spine, and threw her head back, lips parted in a loud moan.
My hand, which had been caressing her thigh, slid up to palm her backside, giving it a firm squeeze as I started nibbling my way up her neck and over her jaw.
She tilted her head and claimed my lips in a passionate, open-mouthed kiss, our tongues quickly finding and exploring each other as if this was our first time.
But instead of discovering new pleasures, we gave in to slow, well-known comfort and desire, the knowledge that the other was there, warm and inviting.
Giving it a thorough massage, my hand wandered from her breast, skimming further down over her stomach before stroking the sensitive skin on the inside of her thigh.
She whined when I had skipped over where she wanted me, her hips slowly grinding against my hard erection, drawing a small groan from me.
I then chuckled into her mouth, torturing her for a moment by letting the backs of my fingers glide against her inner thigh before taking pity on her and letting a finger caress her outer lips.
I moaned against her lips when I thought that I was the one making her ache for my touch. Deep, familiar emotions came bubbling up, threatening to overwhelm me, almost making me choke on them.
I felt this crushing need for her, to be in her, rising in me, and my finger moved to her center, sliding along her slit to coat itself in her slick.
I circled her clit a few times, making her hips stutter in our continued grinding, before teasing her entrance and sliding my finger into her inviting cunt.
Griselda broke the kiss, gasping loudly, and buried her face in the crook of my neck with a whine, and when I looked down to watch my finger disappear into her, I growled at the erotic sight. She was dressed in an open-wide shirt, legs spread and breasts and pussy on display.
I began pumping my finger in and out of her, deep sighs of intense pleasure escaping her at my movements. My pleasure at touching her like this, wanting her so badly, made me pull my finger out, adding a second before inserting both of them, beginning to pump in and out again.
I’d never hurt her, especially not by being too impatient due to my own needs.
She started bucking against me, seeking her climax.
I leaned in to kiss down her chest, my lips and tongue venturing further down. She must have realized what I was doing because she leaned back away from my neck slightly, allowing me access to her breasts.
I let my lips close around a perked nipple, tongue-teasing it into further hardness while my long fingers worked magic inside her, pumping fast now, knowing how close she was.
I could hear it in the way she breathed fast and desperately. I knew it would only take a few more hard pumps and a few more swipes of both my tongue and thumb, and she would crash over the edge of orgasm.
With one last swipe of my thumb, she came on my hand with a loud cry of my name on her lips, her hands in my hair tugging hard.
She slumped over in my arms, her face buried once again in my neck. My fingers had slowed down to extend her pleasure, and my grip on her backside eased up, my face tucked into her neck, placing small kisses there.
I felt overwhelming pride in my actions and swore never to get tired of this. She never tired of knowing I was the one to bring her pleasure. Of hearing my name called out like that.
Of the trust she put in me with her body. She was trusting me with her. That emotional choking feeling made itself known, and I took a deep, shuddering breath.
I slowly removed my fingers from her pussy.
She saw through my act, as she always did, let go of my hand, and placed her hands on my jaw, thumbs caressing my cheeks. She leaned down to kiss me gently, my arms going around her to her clothed back, my palms sliding slowly up and down.
The kiss turned from an innocent meeting of lips to open-mouthed within seconds, and I groaned when my tongue tasted the familiar tang of her slick. I was gripped by lust at the taste, and my arms crushed her to me, the kiss growing wild and passionate in my haste to have all of her at once.
She must have felt the same way as her hands slid from my jaw into my hair again while wearing and grinding her hips against me again, searching for more friction.
While keeping up the kiss, I pulled my hands away to remove my belt and trousers, a task made difficult not only by the tongue currently plundering my mouth but also by the owner of said tongue sitting on top of me.
Somehow, with a little shuffling around, as I was very unwilling to let her get up from my lap, I discarded my pants, and my cock stood proud and erect between us.
