Edith lay on the 'bed' with Miguel right beside her.
Their tongues were intertwined as one of Miguel's hands cupped one of her breasts, while the other hand was gently caressing her groin, just shy away from her pussy.
The more Miguel refused to touch her now-wet pussy, the more Edith became wet in anticipation.
Even though his finger was just sliding along her groin, right beside her pussy, Miguel's finger was still wet from the fluids that escaped out of her pussy.
The more he teased her, the more excited Edith became.
Not knowing when Miguel touched her pussy made her anticipate it even more. Such anticipation also directly enhanced her senses, allowing her to feel every tip of his touch.
Every time Miguel moved his finger slightly, she would always tense up due to how sensitive her body was right now.
Miguel felt every tremble of her body as he squeezed one of her breasts tight.