Andreas was silent for a moment, but in the next moment he grinned. His hand, which had been enjoying Vlora’s breast, moved. He shifted and propped himself up on his elbow, while his other hand gently caressed Vlora’s cheek.
“Vlora, my love,” Andreas whispered. He lowered his head and planted a soft kiss on Vlora’s cheek. “I can assure you that we can do it not only in the bedroom.”
Oh, of course. There were several possibilities.
“On this sofa, for example.”
Vlora remained silent, just staring at Andreas in silence. This made Andreas’ grin even wider.
“Besides, I didn’t intend to ask for your services.”
Vlora blinked. A trace of confusion flickered in her eyes. She wanted to ask, but Andreas surprised her with a touch on her thigh.
“On the contrary,” Andreas whispered quietly. His warm breath brushed against Vlora’s skin. “Let me be the one to serve you, my love.”
Goosebumps rose on Vlora’s skin. Andreas kissed the side of her head passionately, inhaling the scent of her tousled hair as deeply as he could, and Vlora closed her eyes again.
Serve me?
The question did not wait long for an answer. Andreas immediately moved away from Vlora. He allowed her to watch his every move.
Andreas moved while keeping his eyes on Vlora. He moved down until he reached Vlora’s lower body, creating a cautious look.
Without saying anything, Andreas uncovered her nightgown. He pulled it up to reveal the intimate place underneath. Soft and veiled by the smooth fabric of the same color as her nightgown.
Vlora’s eyes widened. Her hands moved, but Andreas quickly stopped them.
“Sshh,” Andreas whispered softly, shaking his head slightly. “You’re not going to cross any lines here, Vlo. I respect your decision, but that doesn’t mean I can’t admire you, right?”
Vlora swallowed hard. She seemed powerless against Andreas’ wordplay.
This was not like Vlora. But what could she do? Half of her rational mind was fighting against the desire that curiosity and longing had triggered.
Andreas did not waste Vlora’s silence. He immediately pulled the triangular piece of cloth down. He lifted it up, revealing the delicate femininity underneath. Soft and hidden by the delicate fabric that matched the color of her nightgown.
Vlora’s panties were thrown away somewhere, while Andreas reached for her legs without hesitation. He bent her knees and looked at her femininity for a moment.
Andreas waited. He looked back at Vlora and restrained himself from an outcome that surprisingly did not come.
Unspoken permission had been given. Andreas descended. With both hands still holding Vlora’s legs, he approached her femininity.
It looked tempting. Protected by the neat feminine curls.
Andreas came closer. His face came closer. His breath whispered and caressed Vlora’s femininity.
Vlora gasped, her body tensing as Andreas’ touch made its first contact there.
Andreas extended his tongue. He caressed Vlora’s femininity with all the gentleness and warmth he possessed.
“Reas.”
Andreas smiled. His promise echoed in his mind. That night he would hear his name called by Vlora.
The touch Andreas had given earlier was clearly just an opening gesture. The next moment, the tip of his tongue found its first resting place at the base of Vlora’s femininity. It was a spot of temptation called the clitoris.
“Oh, my goodness.”
Andreas’ intense touch surprised Vlora. Reflexively, she squirmed. Her hands fumbled in confusion, and in the end, she could only grasp the pillow under her head.
Vlora’s moans fueled Andreas’ urge. His tongue became bolder in its movements. He repeatedly applied pressure to her clitoris and ended the initiation with a lick that left Vlora powerless.
After satisfying the initial tease, Andreas licked his way to the edge of Vlora’s femininity. There he was greeted by tastes he had never imagined.
Sweet. Incredibly sweet. An addictive taste that made Andreas’ tongue quiver.
Andreas swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as his desire intensified, forcing him to go deeper.
Andreas’ tongue broke through. It slid and plunged into a sensation that was utterly intoxicating.
Andreas let his tongue run free. It moved wildly, touching every nerve, teasing. Then he delivered sucks that continued to enchant Vlora.
Vlora’s moans resounded again. She became more restless and Andreas struggled to maintain the position of Vlora’s legs.
Andreas continued his attack. His tongue teased with a circular motion that left Vlora spellbound. It probed relentlessly until it found its true target-a spot that made Vlora unconsciously clutch at Andreas’ hair.
“Oh, Reas!”
Vlora’s cry only fueled Andreas’ passion. The intensity of his touch around Vlora’s femininity increased. He pressed and escalated his teasing, bringing one of his hands up.
The pleasure that had momentarily stopped for Andreas resumed. He continued to caress Vlora’s breasts, playing with her nipples, which had become noticeably erect.
Vlora was dizzy. The caresses of Andreas’ tongue made her sway completely. Even when her breasts were caressed again, she was really unable to do anything. She could only surrender. She could only surrender to Andreas’ worship.
Andreas became more ardent. His grip on her breasts tightened and his tongue continued to ravage Vlora’s defenses.
Deeper. Faster. Harder.
Vlora’s grip on Andreas’ hair turned into a firm grip. She pulled Andreas closer, lifting her hips at the same time.
Andreas did not want to waste this natural signal. He was determined to give all this pleasure to Vlora.
Andreas’ hands worked in tandem. He continued to caress Vlora’s breasts while his other hand played with her clitoris. At the same time, his tongue continued to tease Vlora’s sensitive spot inside.
Andreas’ tongue slipped. In the warmth of Vlora’s femininity, it crawled along the feminine curve that served as the gateway to all pleasure.
Relentlessly. Without pause. All these temptations kept Vlora endlessly captivated.
Without interruption. Without end.
So, it was no surprise that Vlora became increasingly uncontrollable. She lost control. She rambled on and on, and her sanity vanished completely when Andreas made his final touch.
“Andreas!”
Andreas’ promise was fulfilled. Vlora actually screamed his name as the ecstasy washed over her.
The muscles of Vlora’s femininity tensed. Sweet proof flowed and flooded Andreas’ senses. He immersed himself in Vlora’s pleasure and was determined not to miss a drop of it.
Andreas sucked. He savored every drop of Vlora’s honey without leaving a trace. It was as if he did not care about Vlora, who gasped and kept calling his name.
“Reas. Oh, Andreas.”
Vlora’s grip on Andreas’ hair weakened. Her fingers unclenched and went limp. She was truly powerless now. All she could do was react weakly and close her eyes as Andreas gave his last touch. A long lick on her femininity followed by a soft kiss on her lips.
It was the touch of Andreas’ fingers on her cheek that made Vlora open her eyes again. Her gaze seemed confused, still unfocused. The confusion was obvious, but so was the satisfaction.
Andreas smiled. He was obviously as satisfied as Vlora.
“You’re so beautiful, and you’re so intoxicating.”
Vlora could not say anything. Maybe she was still dizzy from the effects of her orgasm, or maybe she was simply captivated by Andreas.
Andreas helped Vlora to get up. He adjusted her nightgown and straightened her robe. He also tied the ribbon around her waist. Finally, he smoothed her disheveled hair.
“Reas, you-”
Andreas smiled as he stroked Vlora’s cheek. “I hope you enjoyed this evening, Vlo.”
Vlora swallowed. There was something contradictory in her mind, but she could not help asking.
“And you?”
“I’m pretty sure I’m more than okay,” Andreas replied, taking a deep breath. “Even more than that.”
Vlora knew. It was torture for Andreas, but…
Andreas stood up. He placed a soft kiss on Vlora’s forehead and whispered.
“Go to sleep and I’ll wait until our wedding day.”
Vlora was surprised.
“As you wish, my dear.”
*