Yara |18+|

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YARA

"I don't care," I murmured, keeping my eyes on Vico as I sunk down, allowing him to stretch me out.

And he did—a lot more than I thought I could possibly take. The pleasure on his face was instantaneous, and I couldn't tear my gaze from his parted lips and pinched brows.

I welcomed him in with a moan and a relieved sigh, forgetting how incredible it felt to be filled by him—to be skin on skin with him.

He was slippery, easily sliding into me while I tried not to claw at his chest. From the look on his face, he probably wouldn't mind.

"Fuck," I gasped out, my eyes rolling back as my head fell slack, my untied hair curtaining over the sides of my face. Too good.

"I know," Vico grunted, his voice thick and his fingers tight on my hips. "I know, baby. It feels good, doesn't it?" He looked at me, his eyes conveying everything he didn't say out loud. He enjoyed it too. He loved it too.

"Yes," I breathed out, my heart beating profusely as I looked down to realise that I was far from having him completely inside me.

"Yes, it does," I whispered again, attempting to take my time with him. But I was impatient, and it was nothing new.

I needed him in ways I couldn't articulate—in ways he most likely understood. I relished in the feeling, finding no interest in anything beyond Vico and his body underneath me.

I locked eyes with him, his expression the most beautiful part of him. Besides his hard work evident in his toned self, Vico had a face that competed with a pretty sunset. I loved looking at him, especially when everything he felt on the inside projected through the way he gazed me.

It was hard to miss. His soft eyes were on me, and I wanted nothing more than the reassurance that he'd always look at me like that.

He sunk into me, inch by inch and I could tell how good it felt for him. All I wanted was to make him feel good.

"Fuck," Vico whispered hoarsely, and I didn't stop him when he gripped my ass and squeezed me as if I were his life source.

I liked the feeling of his big hands, and I spared a quick glance to look at myself in his palm. His tatted fingers—the ring on his index. For a second, I wanted it around my neck instead.

We'll get there.

My teeth grit together, adjusting to him as I slowly took him. It hurt—in the least exaggerated way possible. It felt beyond pleasurable, unearthly almost.

"You okay, hermosa?" Vico croaked, and I was quick to slap a hand over his mouth.

"I love your voice," I told him, eyeing him and the little excited glint he couldn't fake. "But I'm going to need you to stop." Vico groaned, and I found that he liked that—too much.

Obediently, he nodded and I felt my chest swell. I leaned over him and stomach to stomach, I hid my smirk in the crook of his neck.

"You feel so good inside of me," I whispered, dragging my teeth over his ear. Vico visibly shivered, his dick twitching inside of me as if he were seconds away from flipping our positions.

It was soon, and I was so fucking ready for it but in the meantime, he let me have him the way I wished to.

I kissed him on the shoulder. "I missed this."

Grunting, I lowered my hips until he stretched me so far out that the space between us didn't exist. Pelvis to pelvis, Vico was deeply embedded inside of me and from that point on, his moans matched my own.