Andreas’ finger stopped moving. But he did not come out right away. He kept his finger there for a while.
Andreas did not want to ruin Vlora’s pleasure. So, he waited until Vlora calmed down.
The raging breathing slowly slowed down. The tension that had stiffened her body gradually disappeared. Vlora opened her eyes and Andreas’ proud look was the first thing she saw.
Oh, that’s not strange. Maybe all men in the world are like that. His ego and pride were satiated when he realized that only his fingers could make his partner tremble.
“Is that enough for you?”
Andreas asked as he pulled his finger out of Vlora’s femininity. She looked over and saw that she was wet from Vlora’s pleasure.
Vlora took a deep breath. She tried to calm down as Andreas enjoyed the wetness on his finger.
Oh dear! The sight of Andreas licking her finger made Vlora squirm again.
The air was trapped in her chest. At that moment Vlora realized something. That no matter how good her last orgasm had felt, there was still something missing.
There was something incomplete. It felt as if everything was meaningless without the main course. This intimate adventure could only be completed by …..
“No.”
It was only one word, but its effect on Andreas should not be questioned. Especially since Vlora had said it so calmly. Without shame. Without hesitation. Because she knows she deserves more. Her wish is also Andreas’ wish.
Andreas grinned. “Of course not.”
Andreas’ hands moved. He took off Vlora’s nightgown and her panties. Then he did the same with himself.
It did not take long until they were joined together without any barrier. Not a single thread separates them. They touch skin to skin.
Andreas’ body overshadowed Vlora’s. He rested on one elbow and his other hand explored Vlora’s naked body.
Andreas’ index finger traced every inch of Vlora’s skin. He started at her thighs, moved to her slender stomach, lightly touched her breasts and stopped at her chin.
Andreas gave a slight push and Vlora’s face lifted. Their eyes met and Andreas planted a kiss.
The gaze was broken. Both closed their eyes and drifted into the cradle of a soulful kiss.
Andreas crushed Vlora’s lips. It was soft and careful.
This was not a kiss of persecution. This was a kiss of adoration. A touch full of rhythm. An immersive touch.
Not unlike the splash of raindrops on a calm river. The ripples are calm and soothing.
That’s what Andreas was doing. He was kissing with all his senses. It moved slowly, but the rhythm flowed in a beat that managed to make Vlora fall asleep.
A lick. A peck.
Andreas’ kiss spoiled Vlora. He made sure to dive further without missing a single part of Vlora’s lips. Each side got the same touch. He did not even forget to tease the corners of Vlora’s luscious lips.
The opium was there. Andreas and Vlora both felt the desire to continue tasting each other. In the end, the kiss sublimated into passionate desire.
The tempo increased. The licks became full of pressure. As a result, it was not surprising when a gasp was heard. The sound was like a song caressing her ears. It was beautiful.
It was only when her chest tightened and her lungs threatened to burst that Andreas broke the kiss. Their lips parted and they both opened their eyes.
Their gazes met with little distance. Too close. Even their breath could be caressed by each other.
“Reas.”
Vlora’s voice was barely audible. It was soft and very weak. But Andreas was strangely able to hear the implied plea. Even with the hope that had been whimpering helplessly.
The time has come. Obviously, Andreas could no longer hold back his desire either.
Andreas moved slightly and took up a position right between Vlora’s legs.
Vlora opened herself under Andreas. She took a breath and prepared herself in an invitation to accept Andreas’ presence.
Unfortunately, Andreas was sometimes just a playful person. You see. Instead of accepting Vlora’s invitation, he decided to give her one last flirt.
A mischievous smile appeared on Andreas’ lips. He took the head of his masculinity to seduce the threshold of Vlora’s femininity.
“Oh!”
It was only a faint seduction, but Vlora was stung. She choked and felt her breath stop in the middle of her throat. But she clearly enjoyed it.
The head of Andreas’ masculinity made sensual strokes along the lips of Vlora’s femininity. Up and down. Again, and again. Not forgetting to give an intoxicating seduction with a touch on Vlora’s clitoris.
Vlora was complacent. She was lulled. Her guard slipped and then ….
“Ah!”
Andreas thrust his masculinity in without warning. He entered and pierced Vlora’s femininity with one powerful thrust.
Vlora gasped. She was in shock, her mouth open, but unable to say anything.
The full sensation colonized Vlora’s femininity. A feeling of tightness was present and Andreas’ weight added to it.
Andreas pressed down on Vlora, squeezed her. He pushed, then sucked on her earlobe.
“Are you okay?”
Without answering immediately, Vlora took a moment to take a deep breath. Only then did she nod at the crook of Andreas’ neck. It was as if she could not speak anymore. She could not say anything, only whimper.
At that moment, Vlora felt Andreas’ masculinity slowly leaving her. But it came back the next second.
“Oh!”
Vlora closed her eyes and sighed. Both hands went up and she grabbed Andreas.
Andreas did the same. His hands held Vlora’s waist. He tried to maintain Vlora’s position, because if he plunged in, the slender body would be shocked.
Once. Twice. Again, and again.
The shocks hit Vlora relentlessly. Her body continued to shake, causing chaos everywhere.
Vlora squeezed the pillow, at first. Then she felt that it was not enough and her fingers fumbled in vague directions on the bed. She threw the roses down and grabbed the sheets instead.
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