Excerpt from A Verdict for Love - by Monica Conti
There were big screaming signs in Chiara’s head saying: ‘Don’t do this. Danger lies here.
Don’t do it.’ But, she silenced the voices by taking an action that she scarcely
understood herself. She stood and walked quickly to the door, closed and locked it.
To others, this would simply indicate that a private meeting was taking place. No one was
going to knock at the door.
She turned around to find that Grace had followed her. They came close to each other
then. Chiara smiled at the younger girl and softly began touching Grace’s shoulders and
arms. She moved her mouth in very close to Grace’s lips and barely touched them with hers.
Their breasts pressed against each other and their bodies began to move in matching
undulations of desire.
The smell of sex was present in the air. It smelled of the sea. It smelled of deep
yearning. It smelled of womanhood. Grace was shaking all over with lust as Chiara began
kissing her deeply, moving her tongue in her mouth slowly and softly, building in
intensity but steadily and with patience.
Grace began moaning and it was clear that she wanted more. Wanted the touch to become
bolder. Wanted to be fucked. She wanted to fall on her knees and be taken. And when Chiara
began kissing her with greater violence she returned the kiss with equal vigor. Their
tongues traded mouths as they played an erotic game with no rules. The desire became
palpable.
Grace grabbed Chiara’s hand and begged, “Please, Chiara. I want you to touch my sex.”
Chiara said softly, “Say it again…I want you to touch my sex…I want to hear it again.”
Grace said it urgently. “Please. Chiara. Please. I want you to touch my sex. I need it
now.”
Chiara broke at that point. She could no longer endure it. She ran her hands down and
unzipped Grace’s skirt. It fell to the floor with a whisper. She kissed her wildly and
then pushed Grace against the door and stared at her.
“No. This won’t do. I have to have you on the couch.”
Still embracing, they moved to the sofa. Grace was wearing only her sweater with her
panties and pumps. She looked wantonly erotic in that moment and it was not lost on
Chiara.
Chiara sat down on the sofa and had Grace stand in front of her. She removed the
obstructing panties and told Grace to sit on her lap…facing her with legs open. Grace did
so, wearing only her pumps while Chiara was still fully dressed. Chiara spread open
Grace’s cunt with her long fingers.
“So wet,” Chiara murmured softly as she began to finger her. There was a feeling of sin,
delight, passion, heart-pounding need between them as she pushed her strong fingers in and
out of the younger woman’s cunt. Grace’s sex gave off a lovely slapping sound. Her wetness
overwhelmed Chiara.
Grace moved up and down slowly at first, and then her motion became more heated. Their
kisses became more devouring with wet tongues and saliva and passion being passed with
their lips. Chiara felt Grace’s sex clenching on her fingers and releasing, clenching and
releasing. Grace came so wildly that Chiara had to cover her mouth to keep others from
hearing her scream.
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