Wedding dresses are not just clothes, they are designed to enhance the beauty and charm of the bride. Just like jewelry, a wedding dress should add to the attractiveness of the wearer. This includes drop-waist dresses like the one Vlora wore.
Similar to shoulderless dresses, their use naturally avoids strapless bras. As a result, many women often opt for strapless bras, or in certain cases, fashion designers will incorporate bra cups into the dress.
The second option tends to be more preferred. It’s more effective, more efficient, and perhaps even more advantageous than fashion designers around the world had previously thought.
Andreas blinked once. His gaze was straight, tilted slightly downward in an attempt to observe. He remained silent for a moment, as if he needed to absorb the scene before him. It could be said that his silence was not intentional, but rather natural, for he was deeply fascinated by what he saw.
Vlora did not move. She stood still, fully aware that the dress that had enveloped her body during the wedding ceremony had fallen to the floor. The absolute reason why Andreas froze behind her.
Andreas’ jaw rose and fell with almost uncontrollable impulses. It was obvious that he could almost lose himself just by looking at Vlora’s body.
Separated by a short distance, Andreas satisfied his eyes by exploring Vlora’s almost naked body. Well, almost naked?
Andreas was fascinated. Vlora’s curvaceous body hypnotized him. Self-control threatened to revolt when he realized that only a triangular piece of cloth was left to cover part of Vlora’s body.
One of Andreas’ hands moved. Not to grasp Vlora’s body, but to land a touch that felt overwhelming to its recipient.
Andreas’ fingertips touched just below Vlora’s neck. He created a feathery touch in a seductive motion. Slowly descending. Tracing further to create a sensation that made Vlora’s knees tremble.
Her eyes closed. Vlora took a deep breath and held it in her chest.
For a moment. As if Vlora was afraid that if she let her breath out, her life would be trapped as well.
Vlora would not be hypocritical. She would be honest. Andreas’ touch really made her shiver.
Even if Vlora briefly considered resisting her body’s reaction, she knew that Andreas could easily break it. In the next moment, Andreas took a small step forward. He closed the distance again and let his warm breath caress Vlora’s ear while his fingers continued their exploration.
“Tell me, darling,” Andreas whispered in a deep, heavy voice. “What can I do to please you this evening?”
Vlora opened her eyes but didn’t answer.
“You know, don’t you? Your pleasure is my happiness.”
“Oh, so sweet. It’s so sweet that Vlora is sure there’s no sugar in the world that can compete with Andreas’ words.
Vlora should not be surprised. She knows what kind of man she’s married. Sweet compliments and flirtations were certainly not foreign to him.
But once again, Vlora had to admit it. There is no woman who doesn’t like sweet words. Women and their preferences have always been intertwined. Just like men and their penchant for attractive appearances.
Nevertheless, Vlora realized that Andreas’ words were not all sweet. On several occasions, a conversation with Andreas had its own charm.
Vlora knew it. Once she found Andreas’ words annoying. But she couldn’t deny that the way Andreas spoke, the words he uttered, and the logic he provided were a fascinating combination for her.
Andreas had a different approach than most men. He teased in an unconventional way, and Vlora decided to play along.
“Do you have any options for me?”
Andreas’ fingers stopped right at the curve of Vlora’s waist. He grinned with pleasure, for Vlora was exactly as he had suspected.
Bold and unyielding. The challenge was accepted. More than enough to fulfill Andreas’ fantasies all along.
Andreas exhaled rhythmically. “I’m sure I have a few options. Do you want to know?”
“Tell me.”
Andreas would like to answer. His hand moved, and this time they both changed positions. They slid down Vlora’s side, crawled, and then landed where he wanted them. That was on Vlora’s breasts.
A muffled gasp could be heard from Vlora. Her anticipation suddenly rose, but in reality Andreas didn’t go any further. Andreas held himself back and hadn’t decided to go any further.
“I can spoil you like I did in your unit that night.”
Erotic memories quickly flashed through Andreas’ mind. Sweet and submissive, those were the two words that best described Vlora at that moment. And for the hopes or determination that suddenly appeared in his mind, Andreas was sure that he would see more than that in Vlora.
“Unfortunately, I’m sure we both want to enjoy the main course as soon as possible. So, I plan to worship you in a different way,” Andreas continued. “How about it? Do you have some styles you like?”
Silence for a moment. Andreas waited.
“Do you know something, Reas?”
“Tell me, Vlo, darling.”
“I’m still a virgin.”
Ah! Andreas’ hand almost slipped from her breast. Vlora’s words startled Andreas.
It was not the question of virginity that surprised Andreas. It was something he had never considered when he decided to marry Vlora.
How could it be?
That’s what baffled Andreas. How could a woman as beautiful and enchanting as Vlora be a virgin? Hadn’t she ever dated before?
One possibility made sense, but it only added to Andreas’ confusion. How could she never have dated?
Andreas was convinced that the men of this world must have been blind to overlook a woman like Vlora. Fortunately, he was keen and observant enough to find her, just as Vian had said.
“You really are a lucky bastard, Big Brother,” Vian’s words echoed in his mind.
Andreas expressed his disbelief. “I am indeed a lucky bastard.”
Vlora remained silent. She did not answer, especially since a moment later Andreas’ hands began to move gently on her breast.
“So, darling,” Andreas closed the distance again and now their bodies were pressed together. Vlora could feel Andreas’ whispering and warm breath becoming clearer, as well as the warmth of his body enveloping her.
“I will truly adore you. I will see to it that your first experience becomes your most beautiful memory. Forever.”
This was no longer sweet, it was intoxicating. It almost blurred Vlora’s vision.
Andreas stopped touching Vlora’s breast. He made her turn around, and now he could enjoy the beautiful sight directly.
Andreas’ gaze swept over Vlora. His eyes were filled with sparkling amazement.
“You are beautiful, Vlo. Incredibly beautiful.”
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