Page 51 of And Back

While he sucks on one breast, his hand moves to the other, fondling it gently at first and then with more pressure. His fingers pinch and roll my nipple between them, sending sparks of pleasure-pain through my body. My back arches off the bed as I lose myself in the sensation.

He switches breasts, giving the same attention to the other one. His mouth is hot and insistent, sucking and licking while his hand continues to play with my other nipple. I can't help but moan louder, feeling like I'm on fire from his touch.

Suddenly, he pulls back just enough to speak. "Have you ever cum just from nipple stimulation?" he asks, still fondling me.

I shake my head, breathless. "No."

"Do you want to try?" he asks, not waiting for an answer before taking my breast into his mouth again.

The pleasure is almost overwhelming as he sucks harder this time. His fingers pinch my nipples with just enough force to make it hurt in the most delicious way possible.

My moans turn into cries of pleasure-pain as I feel myself getting wetter and wetter.

But despite how amazing it feels, it’s not to trigger an orgasm. "Please," I gasp out between moans. "Touch me... It's not enough."

My breath comes in ragged gasps as Virgilio's mouth leaves my breast, his eyes burning into mine. "Where do you need me to touch you?" he asks, his voice low and husky.

I swallow hard, my body aching with need. "Please," I whisper, my voice trembling.

“Use your words.” His lips curve into a mischievous grin, but he doesn’t move. "Tell me what you want," he insists, his tone firm but tender.

With shaking hands, I take his and guide it between my legs. "Touch me here," I murmur, pressing his fingers against my wetness.

He chuckles softly, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. "Good girl," he says, then begins to rub me gently.

I gasp as his fingers find my clit, rubbing it in slow circles. My body responds instantly, arching towards him. The sensation is almost too much to bear, but I crave more.

Suddenly, he replaces his fingers with his mouth. His tongue flicks over my clit with a precision that makes me cry out in pleasure. He licks and sucks me with a hunger that leaves me breathless.

His fingers slide into me, moving in and out with a rhythm that matches the strokes of his tongue. The dual sensations are overwhelming, and I can feel myself teetering on the edge of release.

"Virgilio," I moan, my voice shaking. "It's too much."

He looks at me from between my legs. He keeps lapping at my most sensitive lips as he murmurs on my skin “You know what to say to make me stop.” He reminds me of my safe word: Vogue.

I don’t say it, because I don’t want him to stop any of this, and he intensifies his efforts.

His mouth works tirelessly on my clit while his fingers thrust deeper inside me. The pleasure builds to an unbearable peak, and I feel myself losing control.

My body convulses as the orgasm rips through me and a scream tears from my throat. Virgilio continues to lick and finger fuck me through it all, drawing out every last drop of ecstasy until I collapse back onto the bed, utterly spent.

His hands and mouth finally still as he pulls away slightly, looking up at me with a satisfied smile while he licks his fingers in the dirtiest possible way.

“You taste so good, baby girl.” He growls under his breath.

I can’t tear my eyes from his movements, and my breath comes in shallow pants as I try to recover from the intensity of what just happened.

"Are you okay?" he asks softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face.

I nod weakly, unable to find the words to express how incredible that was.

"Good," Virgilio says, his voice low and steady, "because I'm not done."

He dips his fingers again into my spent pussy and gently scoops some of my cum with them. Then, he lifts his hand from between my legs, the fingers mow glistening with my wetness.

Without breaking eye contact, he reaches down and coats his dick with it. My breath catches in my throat as he moves closer, the tip of his dick brushing against my entrance.

He rubs the tip against me over and over again, each touch sending shivers up my spine. My body aches with need, and I can't hold back any longer. "Please," I beg, my voice trembling. "Please."

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