Vlora did not react to Andreas’ words. She decided to remain silent while Andreas moved again. This time Andreas went to the last piece of clothing she was still wearing.
Andreas squeezed Vlora’s panties. Subtly, but clearly. He felt the moisture there before he carelessly tossed them aside.
Leaning on one elbow, Andreas smiled. His free hand wandered over Vlora’s innocence.
“Ssssh. No need to be tense, darling.”
It was impossible for Vlora not to be tense. Regardless of her nature, she was still a woman. Tension was natural. Fortunately, Andreas knew exactly how to release it.
Andreas’ hand slipped down. Without warning, it landed on one of Vlora’s sensitive spots.
“Oh!”
Vlora’s voice caught in her throat. On the other side, Andreas grinned. His pure intention was etched in his mind; he would continue to tease and play with Vlora’s clitoris.
Breaths were held in suspense. Both hands rose. Vlora grabbed Andreas’ shoulders, giving him the opportunity to intensify the touch.
A finger slipped inside. Andreas felt the warmth and moisture inside. Meanwhile, Vlora’s hand squeezed his shoulder.
“Oh, Reas.”
Vlora blinked repeatedly. Andreas added another finger, and both moved to ravage Vlora’s femininity.
It felt dizzying. Like floating on clouds. Strangely, Vlora longed for it at the same time.
Andreas lowered his face. He kissed Vlora’s lips while his fingers continued their movements.
Oh, of course, that wasn’t all. Andreas whispered dirty words into Vlora’s ear.
“My dearest Vlora, you drive me absolutely crazy. Tonight I want to hear you scream my name in pleasure.”
Vlora was too overwhelmed to speak. She was too preoccupied with Andreas’ fingers playing with her femininity. It was, oh, indescribable. Truly intoxicating, as if she was floating in the sky.
Continuously. Floating even higher.
Vlora grabbed the sheet. She bit her lower lip, and her stifled moans lingered in her throat. Her body suddenly tensed and she convulsed. And then…
Andreas pulled his fingers out. He ended his finger play just as Vlora was about to reach her climax.
Ugh! So cruel.
The grip on the sheet loosened. The tension eased and Vlora opened her eyes. She gave Andreas a helpless look.
“I know what you want, Vlo.”
Andreas smiled. He gave her a quick kiss before continuing.
“Because I want it too.”
Now the waiting was over. Andreas did not have to wait any longer. He moved and took the perfect position between Vlora’s legs.
Andreas did not immediately enter Vlora’s femininity, but actually played one last game. He rubbed the head of his masculinity along the lips of Vlora’s femininity. Several times. The effect? Vlora grew hot and cold with anticipation.
Andreas teased. He continued to tease. He made Vlora wonder, and then, without warning, he gave the answer.
In the form of a thrust. One inevitable thrust. A thrust that made Vlora close her eyes and clutch the sheets as tightly as she could.
She felt full. It felt strange. Vlora could not describe her state at that moment.
Vlora opened her eyes. Andreas looked at her with a slightly worried look.
“Slow won’t be the answer to the pain. The faster we get through it, the better,” he said.
Vlora breathed slowly and calmed down. “I think you’re right.”
“I promise,” Andreas said and planted small kisses on Vlora’s face. “I will exchange the pain for pleasure.”
Andreas did not give Vlora a chance to answer his words. He moved immediately and began their lovemaking for real.
At first it was slow. Of course, it was. Because Andreas understood that Vlora needed time to adapt to the situation.
Luckily Andreas was patient enough. He moved his masculinity in and out of Vlora’s femininity in a slow rhythm. It was like a largo symphony that brought peace and grandeur.
Seconds became minutes. Andreas’ patience brought worthy results. Vlora’s anxious anticipation had turned into sensual moans.
“Oh.”
Andreas’ waist began to move again. Still controlled and slightly increasing the speed. He was not in a hurry, he wanted to worship. He wanted to lead Vlora gently. He wanted Vlora to enjoy their first lovemaking, just as he had promised.
For this reason, Andreas would never be a monotonous lover. He was not a conservative man who only thrust for his own satisfaction.
Oh, certainly not. Andreas was on another level. While his masculinity was performing down there, there were various seductions he could do.
Andreas gently squeezed Vlora’s breasts. He teased Vlora’s earlobe, biting it gently. Then he traced his tongue along Vlora’s neck.
“Reas.”
Once again, Vlora’s moans could be heard. A clear sign that she was truly captivated by Andreas’ touch. She was already captivated enough to awaken her dormant primal instincts.
Vlora’s body reacted so naturally. She welcomed Andreas’ movements and reacted. Both legs went up and encircled Andreas’ waist. The waist moved, following the rhythm created by Andreas.
The signal was given. Andreas would gladly comply.
Andreas shifted slightly. His strong arms wrapped tightly around Vlora. He let his broad, firm chest press against the softness and suppleness of Vlora’s breasts. Then he thrust.
Vlora was startled on the bed. Her eyes closed tightly and she bit her lower lip hard. Andreas’ powerful thrust made her moan helplessly.
Andreas was spurred on. He moved even faster, thrusting continuously until he found a sensitive spot in Vlora.
Vlora’s face became even redder. Her screams became unbearable. Andreas didn’t want to waste this opportunity.
Andreas pushed harder. He pushed again and again on the same spot, tirelessly, with a force that made Vlora lose herself in ecstasy.
Vlora clung to Andreas. Her moans sounded desperate.
“Reas.”
Andreas thrusted again. “Yes, darling? Tell me.”
Vlora’s breath caught. She opened her eyes and seemed dazed. Her gaze was unfocused, a mixture of confusion and indescribable desire.
“I, oh.”
Andreas clenched his jaw. Vlora’s moaning had given him the answer. It was clear that down there, his masculinity was feeling a sensation that was slowly being created by Vlora’s femininity.
“Reas.”
Vlora moaned again. She clung to Andreas even tighter and he didn’t want to disappoint her.
As a result, Andreas moved even harder. Faster. Deeper. He pushed until he felt a collision inside her.
“Tell me, darling. What do you want? Is this it?”
After that, Andreas thrusted deeply. He made Vlora whimper and beg unconsciously.
“Oh, please, Reas.”
A request that Andreas would certainly grant. He gave it in the form of even stronger thrusts. Then he felt the pleasure enveloping his masculinity.
The muscles of Vlora’s femininity tightened. They tensed and trapped Andreas’ masculinity. At the same time, cries of pleasure escaped her lips.
“Andreas!”
Andreas had to catch his breath. The pleasure Vlora felt had a direct effect on him as well. It was so overwhelming that he was almost unable to restrain himself.
Beads of sweat had already soaked their bodies. Andreas clenched his jaw and continued to move.
Andreas wanted to hold out. A little longer. He wanted to enjoy their lovemaking.
Unfortunately, Andreas felt like he was under a curse. Suddenly he felt like a virgin having sex for the first time. In fact, it was impossible for him to restrain himself.
Andreas could not escape the impending climax. With one last, extremely powerful and deep thrust, he ended their first lovemaking.
The proof of Andreas’ pleasure was released. Vlora was warm and wet from the inside.
Then Andreas collapsed.
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