Page 10 of And Back

He moans louder now, each sound sending waves of heat through me. "Zoe- I’m close," he warns between gasps, but I don't stop. Instead, I double my efforts, sucking harder and faster.

Virgilio's moans turn into ragged breaths as he teeters on the edge. His body tenses beneath me, muscles coiling tight like springs ready to snap. He jerks into my mouth once more before finally coming undone.

Warmth floods my mouth as he cums and I swallow every drop without hesitation. The taste of him is intoxicating—a blend of salt and musk that leaves me craving more.

His body shudders with release as he holds onto me tightly, his breaths coming in short bursts. When he's finally spent, I pull back slowly and look up at him. His eyes meet mine with an intensity that leaves me breathless all over again.

He pulls me up, his lips never leaving mine, and then he lowers me back down onto the bed. His kisses are insistent, demanding, but I welcome his urgency. I want all of him, and I want it now.

Virgilio's hands roam over my body, exploring every curve. I feel his calloused thumbs hook into the waistband of my trousers, tugging them downward. I lift my hips to help him undress me, desperate to feel his skin against mine.

His kisses trail downward, along my jaw and down my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I tilt my head back, granting him better access. I feel boneless beneath his touch, a puddle of need in his capable hands.

His kisses move lower, trailing along my stomach and lower. His tongue traces the outline of my belly button, and I squirm, giggling at the ticklish sensation.

With gentle hands, Virgilio pushes me onto my back and gazes down at me. I feel utterly exposed and exquisitely desirable under that intense stare. He pulls my bra straps down my arms and kisses my breasts, his breath warm against my skin.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs against my skin, and I melt at his words. I feel beautiful when he looks at me like that, like I'm the only woman in the world.

I arch my back, offering myself to him, and he takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently. I moan at the sensation, my fingers tangling in his hair, urging him on. His hands cup my breasts, kneading gently as he alternates between them, giving each one equal attention.

Virgilio's tongue flicks out, teasing my peaked nipple, and I cry out at the jolt of pleasure that shoots through me.

"Please," I whisper, not even sure what I'm asking for. I just know I need more. I need all of him.

His hands finally leave my breasts, sliding downward to trace the curve of my hips. My skin is alive with sensation, each nerve ending thrumming with delight.

One hand glides over my thigh, slipping between my legs. I whimper at the intimate touch, my hips lifting off the bed. Virgilio's thumb strokes me gently, and I feel the heat coil within me.

His mouth leaves my breast with a soft pop, and he presses kisses down my torso. I feel him smile against my skin as he enjoys my wanton reactions.

Every touch, every kiss, every stroke of his thumb is driving me closer to the edge. I'm on fire, burning with need for him, and I have no shame in my responsiveness. This is Virgilio, the man I've loved and lost, but found again.

He settles between my legs, his breath hot against my most intimate place. The anticipation is almost too much to bear, and I tremble beneath his gaze.

Then, his fingers find me, sliding through my slick folds with practiced ease. I gasp as he teases me, his touch both gentle and insistent. My hips lift off the bed, seeking more of his touch.

"Virgilio," I moan, barely able to form coherent words. "I like it... I want it so much."

His green eyes lock onto mine as he presses a single finger inside me. The sensation is exquisite, and I can't help but cry out at the invasion. He begins to move, thrusting his finger in and out in a steady rhythm that has me seeing stars.

His mouth joins the fray, lips and tongue working in tandem with his finger. He sucks on my clit with just the right amount of pressure, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my body. I'm a moaning mess beneath him, completely at his mercy.

He adds another finger, stretching me further. The combination of his fingers inside me and his mouth on my clit is almost too much to bear. I can feel the tension building within me, coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust and suck.

"Oh god," I pant, gripping the sheets beneath me as if they could anchor me in this storm of sensation. "Don't stop... please."

Virgilio's fingers quicken their pace, curling inside me to hit that perfect spot that has me seeing stars. He adds a third finger, and I cry out at the delicious stretch. His mouth never leaves my clit, sucking harder now as if he can't get enough of my taste.

My body shudders uncontrollably as I reach the peak. The coil inside me snaps, and I'm thrown into a whirlwind of pleasure so intense it steals my breath away. I cum hard around his fingers, my entire body convulsing with the force of it.

Virgilio doesn't let up; he continues to suck on my clit, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until I'm a quivering mess beneath him. He only stops when I've been thoroughly spent, withdrawing his fingers slowly as if reluctant to leave.

He rises up to meet me, a triumphant smile playing on his lips as he captures mine in a tender kiss. I taste myself on him—intimate and raw—and it sends another shiver through me.

His fingers trace my lips, eyes dark with need. He positions himself at my entrance, and I brace myself, anticipation coiling tight in my belly. With a single, powerful thrust, he fills me completely. I gasp, the sensation overwhelming.

He pauses for a moment, letting me adjust to the sudden fullness. His breath is hot against my neck as he waits, muscles tense with restraint. I arch my back, pushing against him, needing more.

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