When their bodies were on the sofa, Andreas immediately pressed in. Using his larger body, he pressed down on Vlora. He crushed her. He pressed her down. He made Vlora sigh and fidget with the feeling of his weight.
Andreas crushed Vlora’s lips mercilessly. He tasted repeatedly and then nodded. Of course, he did not forget to take a bite before moving on to explore Vlora’s jaw.
Breathing became ragged. Vlora gasped for air. The functioning of her lungs began to suffer as Andreas’ caresses became more and more passionate.
Andreas’ lips left a trail of warmth on Vlora’s skin. A seductive peck. Wet licks. Andreas’ intense squeezing of her breasts made her want more.
It was so intoxicating that Vlora felt like she was floating on a cloud.
Andreas bit Vlora’s earlobe. He squeezed it and Vlora’s eyes closed. Vlora sighed and enjoyed it.
Andreas’ lips roamed again. His wet kisses spread again along Vlora’s skin. While down there, with a deliberate attempt to tease, he pushed his hardened masculinity into Vlora’s intimate parts.
Andreas pulled down the shoulders of Vlora’s dress. He could not help himself and his hands immediately pushed Vlora’s breasts out of her bra.
Her breasts jumped out. It was as if they wanted to jump in front of Andreas’ eyes.
Andreas wasted no time. He immediately devoured the erect nipple. His suction was strong and furious.
Vlora groaned. Her defenses had clearly collapsed since Andreas had sucked on her nipple. Her fortress collapsed and she let Andreas enjoy her breasts alternately-with his mouth, with his hands.
Andreas teased her for the umpteenth time. The waist moved and again a slight thrust greeted Vlora’s femininity.
But this time something was different. After Andreas had teased, his hand crept down.
Andreas decided to check something. Maybe Vlora was not ready. Maybe it was the other way around.
From under the smooth triangle of fabric, Andreas felt an intoxicating warmth. Something he had waited for. Something that made him lift his body slightly and then quickly remove Vlora’s panties.
Andreas stood up. He bent Vlora’s legs and welcomed the moisture with his mouth.
Oh! It was just like the night Vlora had been adored by Andreas for the first time. Exactly, but certainly not the same. Because Vlora knew that this was not the main course. It was just an appetizer that made her squirm even more.
Andreas’ tongue reached out. He gave her a hot, burning stroke. There was a sweetness to it and she savored it.
Vlora was stunned. Her mouth opened and she seemed to want to say something after Andreas kissed her on her femininity.
Unfortunately, Andreas moved away and immediately fell on Vlora’s messy body. He silenced Vlora’s lips with a rough kiss. Then all thoughts disappeared from Vlora’s mind.
Andreas’ hands went to his own waist. He freed himself from the confines of the pants as quickly as he could.
The pants did not fall completely from Andreas’ legs. But at least his maleness was free.
Andreas’ kisses became more pressing. Vlora cupped Andreas’ face and greeted him with burning enthusiasm. She was like a spark of oil in a fire and Andreas was on fire.
Andreas was on fire. It was more than he could have imagined that he rammed into Vlora’s femininity without words.
Vlora’s moans echoed in Andreas’ mouth. Her miserable chest-positioned between being outside and being held in by her bra-seemed to rise and fall thanks to her roaring breath.
The feeling of fullness made Vlora think she was about to burst. So, she took a deep breath and composed herself. Her body began to relax. She began to adapt.
No, she did not. Vlora had not fully adapted. Just when she thought she had fully accepted Andreas, reality said something else.
Andreas pulled away, a little. Then he pushed again and made Vlora swell.
This was not a shy first relationship that wanted to create good memories. Nor is it a second relationship that aims to make the partner feel like the happiest person in the world.
No, it’s not. This was a demanding relationship. It is passionate. A primitive desire that yearned for the fulfillment of all wild fantasies.
Andreas and Vlora were passionate. Equally passionate. Mutually reciprocating. Both embraced. Receiving and giving as much as they could. Without pause, constantly.
Andreas growled. He spurred Vlora’s resigned body beneath him even more.
Vlora’s eyes closed helplessly. Andreas’ strength, as he drove his masculinity into her, made her surrender.
Andreas created a romance that was hard, strong and passionate. He held Vlora’s body as if he wanted to crush her.
It hurt, slightly. But this pain was accompanied by an absurd opiate. How could Vlora feel the desire to be hurt even more?
Vlora whimpered. She sang the most beautiful song of pleasure wrapped in pain. Like the strings of a lute and accompanied by heavenly sounds.
Vivid colors filled Vlora’s vision. Beautiful and exquisite. But suddenly everything went dark.
Vlora’s vision disappeared. Everything was empty. Everything became empty. Nothing was left. There was only a bang that made the world disappear.
Vlora’s body shook. Everything became rigid and she hugged Andreas as tightly as she could.
Vlora’s orgasm made Andreas clench his jaw. He became even more aroused when the pleasure Vlora felt inside him showed.
Getting wetter. Warmer. More and more… ah, lulling!
The thrusts became more and more intense. Andreas was more and more eager to push as hard as he could. He had to go as deep as possible. Because he wanted to touch all sides of Vlora, without exception.
Vlora tried to catch her breath. She tried to wake herself from the still lingering sensation.
Unfortunately, she could not. The insistence of Andreas’ masculinity made the sensation return to trap Vlora instead of leaving.
Andreas picked up the pace. His movements became so fast that sweat poured down his face.
Andreas’ sweat poured down Vlora’s skin. She looked over and realized that Andreas’ current state was the wildest look of a man she had ever seen in her life. More precisely, a wildly beautiful look.
Like the vines that tangled between the trees. Not unlike the thorns that distract the eye. He looked natural and mesmerizing, as if he could enchant with a single glance.
Vlora was mesmerized, unable to blink. She was completely enchanted and surrendered to the sensations that returned to her.
Vlora’s femininity throbbed. There was a stirring inside her that made her pull Andreas. She inhaled and closed her eyes.
Vlora let the feeling return to every nerve in her body. Slowly. Slowly. Everything was in rhythm with Andreas’ growl that became heavier and then he closed his eyes.
Hips lifted. Vlora gave Andreas access to slide further into her. Then, at just the right moment, Andreas delivered the final blow. Right on the sensitive spot that made her scream. At the same time Andreas exploded inside her.
Two pleasures greeting each other. Two euphorias that make her world seem to stop spinning.
Everything seemed to disappear. Everything vanished without a trace. They were all that remained.
*
The next day, Vlora and Andreas checked out of the hotel around five in the morning. Unfortunately, they were not going straight home; instead, they had other plans for the morning.
Andreas sighed as they parted ways in the lobby. Vlora would take a taxi to the office. It was difficult for Andreas to remember what kind of woman Vlora was. She was an independent woman who never wanted to be taken care of. The problem was that they were newlyweds. The primitive urge to make sure his wife wasn’t tired or worried crept in.
“I’ll be back around half past seven.”
Vlora and Andreas sat in the lobby, waiting for the taxi the hotel had booked.
“Do you mind if I pick you up?” Andreas asked.
Vlora shook her head. “That’s a tempting offer. By the way, will your people bring my car as well?”
“All your belongings without leaving a single thing behind.”
“My car keys are on the nightstand.”
Their conversation had to end a few moments later. The taxi they had booked had arrived, and Andreas had to reluctantly let go of Vlora.
But Andreas was not the only one who had to compromise with Vlora’s nature and habits. It worked the other way around as well.
Andreas was the kind of guy who never hesitated to show affection in public. Unfortunately, Vlora had noticed.
Vlora’s steps stopped right in front of the open door of the taxi. Andreas put his arm around her waist and surprised her by planting a kiss on the side of her head.
It was sweet. Very sweet indeed. But it made Vlora uncomfortable.
Andreas smiled and whispered, “It’s called marriage. Doesn’t it mean that we have to get used to each other’s habits?”
Vlora was silent for a moment. Had Andreas’ tone not been different, she would have agreed without hesitation.
But no. Vlora proved her stubbornness when she looked at him.
“Are you challenging me, Reas?”
Andreas did not feel the need to pretend. A mischievous gleam sparkled in his eyes. “Surprise me.”
Vlora surprised him. She stroked Andreas’ chest and smiled.
“Don’t forget to pick me up.”
Ah! Andreas could melt and scatter on the floor.
Vlora got into the taxi and sat comfortably in the passenger seat. Andreas took on the role of the hotelier. He held the door open and said to the driver.
“I hope you drive carefully, sir. We’ve only been married three days.”
The driver chuckled quietly. “Of course, sir.”
Vlora’s face turned red. It seemed that she still had a lot to learn to get used to Andreas’ habits. She still had a lot to learn.
Andreas did not move and watched Vlora’s departure until the taxi was out of sight. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone, which he had barely touched for three days.
There were several messages and emails, but Andreas ignored them. He immediately contacted Frans.
“Good morning, sir.”
As Frans greeted him, a car stopped in front of Andreas. His ride had arrived, and he quickly got in.
At the same time that Frans was greeting him, a car pulled up in front of Andreas. His ride had arrived and he quickly got in as the hotelier opened the car door for him.
The car slowly left the hotel grounds and Andreas started talking to Frans.
“Today Vlora and I are moving to our house. So, you can meet me there from now on. Oh! Maybe you can come tonight. Bring all the materials you’ve collected.”
“Alright, sir. What about Mrs. Vlora?”
Andreas sensed Frans’ hesitation in his question. “Don’t worry, Frans. She’s my wife. There’s nothing to hide. Besides, haven’t you heard the saying that a wife is the most reliable advisor?”
“I apologize, sir. I just don’t want everything you’ve done to go to waste. Especially since you haven’t known her for very long.”
True, Frans’ concerns were justified. But for some reason Andreas felt the opposite. He had full confidence in his intuition.
There was something about Vlora that made Andreas’ doubts disappear completely. Maybe it was her attitude and character, or… he didn’t know. He just had this feeling.
“Don’t worry. I’m sure Vlora won’t screw things up. She’s my choice, and she might even help me.”
“Alright, sir.”
The conversation ended and the call was over. Andreas put the phone back in his pocket and asked the driver, Mason Turner.
“Is everything ready at home?”
Mason nodded. “Yes, sir.”
A reassuring answer. Andreas sighed and leaned back with a thought.
I should at least make sure that our marriage can be enjoyed even without a honeymoon.
*