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“..Hahh.. gentler, Adela— it's been so long— oooh..” Garofano moans lowly into the pillows as a hand comes to rest upon her own, fingers threading together as a soft chest presses her down into the soft sheets, a hand entrapped beneath her waist and the mattress tactfully serving as a three-in-one: a way to keep her close, helping her hips stay up slightly off the bed, and pulling Garofano back whenever she manages to make Adela miscalculate her thrusts.
Adela hums softly in response, fingers intertwined with her seamstress', thumb stroking Garofano's palm in soothing circles as she rocks against her, slow and steady. "Shhh... Let go," she whispers, voice a warm caress against a delicate ear. "Just feel."
Her free hand slides down Garofano's side, tracing the curve of her hip, then lower, teasing the sensitive skin just above where their bodies met. Adela leans in, lips brushing her flower's jawline, breath hot against Garofano's skin. "I've missed this," she murmurs, nipping lightly at Garofano's earlobe. "Missed you."
With a subtle shift, Adela adjusts her position, angling her hips to deepen the connection between them. The new angle allows her to slip in deeper, more deliberately, each movement designed to stoke the flames of desire within Garofano, who whimpers as Adela's cockhead snags on a spot inside her, forcing a spasm out of barely parted thighs.
“Nghh..!”
Garofano will regret having given a reaction soon enough. Because truthfully, as much as sbe adores Adela and the way she is in bed, the hairdresser has a tendency to laser focus on her weak spots - overly utilising them, abusing them, even. Garofano can still clearly recall when Adela had first found out that her breasts were sensitive on their first lay together — oh, Garofano hadn't been able to even wear a bra for a few days after.
A pleased smile curls Adela's lips at the hitch in Garofano's breathing, knowing exactly which spot her thrusts had found. She savours the tight clench of Garofano's inner muscles around her length, reveling in the power she holds over her lover's pleasure.
Leaning down, Adela pulls Garofano's torso a little with a grip on her neck, captured Garofano's mouth in a searing kiss, tongue delving past her lips to tangle with hers. The angle's all wrong, and it's more teeth that tongue - but she makes due. She nibbles at Garofano's lower lip, sucking it gently between her teeth before releasing it with a pop. Breaking the kiss, Adela trails her lips along Garofano's jaw, nuzzling into the crook of her neck.
"You're so responsive," Adela purrs, her voice a husky whisper against Garofano's skin. "It drives me wild."
“Uhhn..” It only takes a little bit of shifting before Garofano's being pressed face-first into the pillows with a hand fitted in her hair, her hips held up by a deceivingly strong hand as Adela fucks her from behind, cock reaching deeper than before. “..Adela.. oohh.." She's moaning on a continuous breath now, growing lightheaded as sparks fly behind her eyelids.
Adela grunts low in her throat, the sound muffled against Garofano's shoulder blade as she continues to pound into her. Her grip on Garofano's hair tightens fractionally, tilting her head back to expose the elegant line of her neck. Adela leans in, dragging her tongue up the column of Garofano's throat in a long, slow lick.
"You like this, don't you?" Adela whispers hotly against Garofano's skin, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust. "Like feeling me claim you, fill you up..." She nips at Garofano's earlobe, sucking it into her mouth before releasing it with a soft pop. "Tell me how good it feels."
Adela's movements become more erratic, her strokes shorter and harder as she chases her own release.
“S-so good, Adela, so oh nhmm—!” Garofano tenses when Adela drags her palm over her clit, pressing down roughly against it.
Adela growls approvingly at Garofano's response, her hips snapping forward in a flurry of hard, deep thrusts. "That's it, let go," she urges, rubbing firm circles over Garofano's clit with her thumb. "Come for me."
Adela's own climax builds rapidly, coiling tighter and tighter in her core until she can barely hold back any longer. With a final, brutal push, she buries herself to the hilt inside Garofano and stills, trembling as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes over her. "Garofano!" she cries out, biting down on the curve of Garofano's shoulder to muffle her shout.
Garofano breaks with her, moans throaty and heavy and loud, so Adela presses her further down into the pillow, still aware somewhere in the back of her head that they ought to keep their voices down.
Spurt after spurt of heat is pumped into a drooling, brainless Garofano in a steady stream, painting her insides white.
As Garofano's orgasm subsides, Adela carefully withdraws from her, collapsing onto the bed beside her lover in a heap of sated limbs. She drapes an arm over Garofano's waist, pulling her close as they both struggle to catch their breath.
After a moment, Adela lifts her head to press a tender kiss to Garofano's temple. "You okay, love?" she asks quietly, her voice rough from exertion. "That was... quite something."
Despite the lingering aftershocks, Garofano manages a weak smile, nuzzling into Adela's touch. "Mm... always is with you," she admits, her words slurred. "You never fail to surprise me."
Adela presses her forehead to Garofano's, tips of their noses almost touching. It's not long before she's out like a light, with Adela quick to follow after cleaning up as best she can.