There seemed to be a slight difference in Vlora when Andreas came to pick her up. She, a woman who was always calm and collected, showed an impatience for the first time that couldn’t be hidden.
Her steps were quicker than usual. Vlora seemed excited when she saw Andreas waving to her.
Andreas greeted Vlora with open arms. This was not a metaphor, but an action with real meaning. He stretched out both arms and hugged Vlora without hesitation.
Was Vlora surprised? Of course, she was. But did she dislike it? Oh, certainly not.
In fact, Vlora closed her eyes when Andreas kissed her cheek briefly. She didn’t seem to care that they were still in a public place, or that this might have something to do with the tension between them, which apparently hadn’t diminished even though they’d been apart for a few hours.
Both possibilities made sense, and fortunately the night streets were not as crowded as usual. They arrived home much sooner than expected, and for a moment they just looked at each other as the car pulled up in front of the driveway.
No one spoke. Vlora and Andreas just stared at each other. However, anyone could guess how much tension still lingered between them. Even the way they breathed made it clear.
“I’ll put my things in the office.”
Vlora got out of the car. Andreas was stunned. Then he chuckled, teasing himself. Did he look like someone who could wait?
Andreas followed Vlora. His steps were big and fast, so it didn’t take long to reach the office.
Inside, Andreas immediately closed the door, making sure to lock it.
“Reas.”
Vlora had just placed her work bag on the desk. She turned around when she heard someone enter and could already guess that it was Andreas.
Andreas’ presence made Vlora’s eyes widen. He approached her. He walked with a masculine grace that was unique to him.
Straight eyes fixed on Vlora. Andreas approached, removed the jacket from his body and threw it somewhere.
“It seems I can’t wait any longer.”
Andreas spoke with a tone that sent shivers down Vlora’s entire body. Especially since he said it while loosening the tie around his neck. He didn’t forget to add a touch of drama when he threw it aside.
Two wrist buttons had been expected. The shirt sleeves were rolled up to the elbows.
Andreas stopped in front of Vlora. He stepped forward and began a passionate kiss.
Vlora’s hands went up and cupped Andreas’ cheeks. She accepted the kiss with open lips.
Andreas growled. He pressed his lips against Vlora’s lower lip as deeply as he could while gripping her waist.
Vlora’s willingness was drowned in Andreas’ passionate kiss. Impatiently, Andreas lifted her up and sat her on the desk.
Vlora spread her legs. Ignoring her slipped shoe, she even invited Andreas to come closer.
Andreas’ face tilted to the side. A faint smile appeared at the slightest sign of resistance.
Vlora didn’t allow Andreas to explore her tongue, not for any painful reason, but because she wanted to be the one to initiate such an act with Andreas. Andreas’ tongue was drawn in, ensnared by the enticing warmth and moisture of the seductive trap she had set. Intense. Solid. Vlora rendered Andreas powerless by simply devouring him.
Every sensation surged, much like squeezing an orange until its juicy beads burst forth. She overflowed, letting the sweetness and freshness greet her with grace.
Vlora’s taste buds rejoiced. Every nerve rejoiced at the sensation that enveloped her. The blood pulsed and the desire for more was born.
Greedy. Never satisfied.
Instinctively, Vlora’s desire drove her to seek more. Her hand rose and she began to explore.
Her slender fingers began their task with great finesse, creeping, and caressing Andreas’ broad chest. Slowly and repeatedly, until she created a tremor that made Andreas’ throat vibrate with a growl.
This was only a gentle caress. In reality, Vlora was not satisfied with just touching, even if it had to be blocked by a piece of cloth. It felt unsatisfying. Something felt wrong.
So, Vlora unbuttoned Andreas’ shirt one button at a time. She took off the shirt and felt relief when she felt Andreas’ broad chest meeting her skin to skin.
Like what Andreas felt. Vlora’s initiative and touch truly satisfied the hunger that had been fighting all along. He swallowed all temptations and instead of feeling full, he craved for more.
Oh, it wasn’t just Vlora’s tantalizing kisses on his tongue. Nor was it just the touches that traced his chest. Rather, it was because Vlora then intensified the temptation she provided.
Vlora released Andreas’ tongue, leaving a fleeting bite mark on the tip. After that, she sprinkled wet kisses on Andreas’ chest and planted them there.
“Oh, Vlora.”
Andreas’ eyes rolled and he closed them for a moment. A moan escaped; apparently Vlora’s lip contact with his chest had ignited instant desire. The fire inside was kindled.
The temperature rose. The heat intensified. Flames danced back and forth, enveloping them both in their fervor.
The passion became irresistible. Vlora continued to shower them with kisses. With mischief in her eyes, she teased Andreas’ nipples, not forgetting to tantalize them with the tip of her tongue. As Andreas often did to her, the result was a firm grip on her upper arm.
Vlora looked up. She met Andreas’ eyes, now dark and obscured by fog.
“Did I mention it before?”
Andreas grabbed Vlora’s chin. He pulled her face toward him and kissed her passionately. Then he began to quickly remove Vlora’s clothes.
“W-what?”
Gasping, Vlora managed to ask as Andreas’ lips began to trail down her neck, followed by touches that made her hair stand on end. Andreas moved to her back.
The bra loosened. The hooks released. Vlora felt the cold air against her smooth skin.
Andreas squeezed Vlora’s breasts, then replied, “You, Vlora, are so sexy.”
With her eyes closed, Vlora enjoyed Andreas’ caresses and smiled as well. Of course, it wasn’t a shy or coy smile. Instead, it was a confident kind of smile that made her feel on top of the world.
Vlora was no longer grounded-both figuratively and literally. She felt so light, as if invisible wings carried her to the sky.
Andreas had said it before. Strangely, the joy she felt now was no different. Identical, and it made Vlora’s heart blossom with happiness.
“You are so confident. I applaud you for that.”
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