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His eyes darken with desire as he nods. "Yes, just like that," he murmurs, “Good girl.”

His praise makes me tremble as I continue to pleasure myself under his watchful gaze. Each movement of my fingers feels amplified by the intensity of our connection. My breath quickens, mingling with the sound of the running water.

Virgilio's hands move over his own body as he washes himself, his muscles flexing under the spray. He never breaks eye contact. The sight of him—strong, scarred, and utterly focused on me—sends waves of arousal through my body.

I bite my lip, trying to stifle a moan as my fingers move faster. The sensation is almost overwhelming, and I feel myself edging closer to release.

Virgilio's presence keeps me anchored, his silent encouragement pushing me further.

"Don't stop," he says softly, his voice filled with an unspoken promise.

As I approach the edge of climax, my body trembles with anticipation. Virgilio's eyes hold mine captive, their intensity making every sensation sharper. I can feel the tension building inside me, ready to snap at any moment.

"Faster," Virgilio's voice breaks through the haze of pleasure clouding my mind. His tone is low and commanding, sending a shiver down my spine.

I obey, my fingers quickening their pace between my legs. The sensation intensifies, and I can't help but let out a moan as I subconsciously hold back my pleasure. It’s as if I’m waiting for his permission, and I don’t want it to stop.

"Add another finger," he instructs, his eyes dark with desire.

I hesitate for a moment, then comply. It’s a maddening feeling.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his voice dripping with lust. "You like fucking yourself, don't you? Are you imagining my cock stretching your pretty cunt?”

His words ignite something primal within me.

“Fuck-” My movements become more desperate, driven by the need to reach that peak, “…me. Please.” I beg.

He smirks.

"But you're too beautiful when you touch yourself," he continues, his voice a husky whisper. "And I want to watch you cum on your fingers."

The tension inside me coils tighter and tighter until I can barely stand it. My moans grow louder, echoing off the tiled walls of the bathroom.

"That's it," Virgilio encourages, his eyes never leaving mine. "Now, come for me, Zoe."

A cry escapes my lips as the orgasm crashes through me, my body trembling with the force of it. Pleasure pulses through every inch of me, leaving me breathless and weak-kneed.

Virgilio's hands are on me then, pulling me close as he kisses me deeply. His lips are warm and insistent against mine, grounding me in the aftermath of my release.

The water continues to pour over us, rinsing away the remnants of soap and sweat.

He pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against mine as we catch our breath. "You did so well," he whispers softly, “my good girl did so well for me.”

A smile tugs at my lips despite my exhaustion. "Thank you," I murmur back, beaming at his praise.

Virgilio gently rinses us both off with the remaining water. His touch is tender and careful as he ensures every trace of soap is gone from our bodies.

Once we're clean, he reaches behind me to turn off the shower, then he scoops me up into his arms effortlessly. My legs wrap around his waist instinctively as he carries me out of the bathroom and towards the bedroom.

The cool air outside the steamy bathroom stings on my skin, but Virgilio's warmth keeps me from feeling cold. He holds me close, our bodies pressed together as he walks down the hallway.

When we reach the bedroom, he lays me down on the bed with a gentleness that belies his strength. I look up at him, feeling a rush of affection and gratitude for everything he's done for me.

Virgilio’s kisses trail down my body, each one leaving a burning imprint on my skin. I shiver, feeling every nerve in my body light up as his lips move lower and lower.

When he reaches my breasts, he pauses, looking up at me with those intense green eyes. My breath catches in my throat.

He takes one of my breasts into his mouth, sucking gently at first. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through me, making me moan softly. His tongue swirls around my nipple, teasing it until it's hard and sensitive. I can feel the warmth of his mouth and the wetness of his tongue as he works on me.

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