There was no better feeling than feeling Andreas’ weight on her. Vlora liked it so much that she didn’t hesitate to return the hug.
Andreas’ pressure pinned Vlora’s body down. He was like a strong bull that didn’t allow any escape.
Vlora surrendered. She gave in as Andreas continued to press rhythmically.
Sweat splashed. Moisture began to dew in every pore. The dampness made them cling to each other.
Andreas panted. The seconds ticking away manifested seriousness in his gaze. He looked determined and persevering in an effort that needed no question for what.
There was only one thing that would satisfy Andreas’ ego. That was to feel the pulsation of Vlora’s femininity at the same time as a muffled cry of pleasure.
Andreas made sure to thrust at Vlora’s sensitive spot. He wasn’t only strong and deep, but also precise. In fact, he gave Vlora what she really wanted.
“R-Reas.”
Vlora babbled. She was truly disoriented and her body tensed. So did the muscles of her femininity, strengthening and tightening.
“Ah!”
A muffled scream that Andreas wanted to hear escaped Vlora’s lips. Followed by sensations that swallowed her up inside.
Truly intoxicating. Making the world disappear completely. But Andreas wasn’t ready to end their lovemaking.
Not yet. It wasn’t time to end it.
Andreas pulled back slightly. He wanted to see the blush that adorned both of Vlora’s cheeks.
Look. Vlora looked so beautiful. She was unbelievably natural and authentic. A sight that would never become tiresome to look at over and over again.
Andreas took a breath as he kissed the side of Vlora’s face. He reached for Vlora’s body and lifted her up.
Vlora was still floating in the aftermath of her orgasm. Her eyes were still unfocused. But she tried to make sense of the situation.
“Where to?”
Both of Vlora’s hands clung to Andreas’ neck. She rose in Andreas’ embrace and it felt pleasant as their chests pressed intimately against each other.
Andreas grinned mischievously. “Look for another place.”
Andreas’ destination was a soft and warm fur rug. He gently laid Vlora down after taking a moment to throw some sofa cushions there.
Vlora waited, her heart pounding again. The pause allowed her to catch her breath. Also, to calm herself. And, of course, to regain her strength.
Andreas placed two pillows under Vlora’s waist. He protected Vlora for a moment, just to satisfy his visual senses.
Hands moved. Fingers caressed. Andreas stroked Vlora with a look full of tenderness.
Not only was Vlora’s body satisfied by the explosion of pleasure, but her soul was elated as well.
Vlora returned the favor by caressing Andreas. Her fingers reached his forehead and played with his hair, which was wet with sweat.
A smile graced Vlora’s face for a moment. Then Andreas found himself moving uncontrollably. He pressed down on Vlora and the pause ended.
It didn’t take them long to restore the sensual atmosphere that had been interrupted. The simple change of location certainly didn’t diminish their passion. In fact, Vlora’s sighs resumed after only a few minutes.
Eyes closed. Mouths opened. Vlora allowed Andreas to take full control. Like a captain, she trusted Andreas to sail her through an ocean of pleasure.
Wavy. Full of waves. Flowing in an intoxicating rhythm.
Oh, Andreas made sure to always remember Vlora’s expression when they made love. Vlora’s responses and reactions were truly powerful in awakening his primitive side. It’s no wonder that the enthusiasm continued to burn.
Andreas held Vlora’s shoulders and lifted her legs. He created an opportunity to slide smoothly into Vlora’s femininity.
Wet and slippery beyond measure. The situation had become uncontrollable and erotic sounds adorned their lovemaking.
“Oh, Reas.”
Andreas swallowed. “Yes, love?”
“I-I-”
Vlora couldn’t answer. Her voice clashed with the rushed air trying to enter her lungs. She gasped and started to whimper.
It seemed that an answer was no longer necessary. Andreas understood because he could feel the slow return of the intoxicating changes.
The muscles of Vlora’s femininity tensed. Her ten fingers stretched and her nails dug into Andreas’ back. The same happened with her teeth, which landed on Andreas’ shoulder and bit.
Andreas’ eyes darkened. Completely unconcerned about the possibility of leaving marks, Vlora’s actions seemed to excite him. Her movements became wilder. She continued to push and press until Vlora was completely helpless.
No more sighs. The only sound now was Vlora’s desperate whimpering.
Andreas gave Vlora the thrust she had been waiting for. He pushed and brought forth a burst of beautiful colors.
“Reas!”
Vlora’s cry echoed. Along with sensations that made her vision sway. She staggered, and Andreas stepped back, reaching for her hand to help her up.
Feeling disoriented, Vlora didn’t resist when Andreas led her to change positions. She knelt on a pile of cushions and Andreas got what he wanted.
A grin appeared on Andreas’ face. He playfully squeezed Vlora’s buttocks before grabbing some tissues. He wiped the wetness from Vlora’s femininity and now it was time to act.
Vlora bit the pillow as Andreas’ masculinity entered her again. Fast and unhindered, this position was truly a gift from heaven.
Andreas collapsed. He took Vlora in his arms and held her.
The caresses continued. Squeezes on the breasts. Nibbles on the earlobes.
Vlora felt dizzy. She gasped, and it didn’t take long for her passion to return after the second explosion. But this time it wasn’t just her who was struggling in the pursuit of lust. It was Andreas as well.
Vlora’s moans mingled with Andreas’ growls. As time passed, they became more and more fiery. Both of them burned, blazed and turned into intense heat.
Their bodies felt as if they were on fire. Blood boiling. Sweat boiling. Vlora and Andreas were charred in eternal flames.
“Reas, oh. Please.”
Vlora’s bite on the pillow became more pronounced. The sensation began to run through every nerve in her body. She tensed and so did Andreas.
Andreas’ face changed. It turned red and looked wild. He growled heavily, then thrust as hard as he could.
Vlora’s scream merged with the evidence of Andreas’ pleasure. They gasped and used up all their energy. Both collapsed, powerless.
A minute passed. Vlora still had her eyes closed, but she was strong enough to say something.
“So passionate, love.”
Andreas smiled broadly when he realized that Vlora was calling him that again.
The effect of lovemaking? It could be.
But that didn’t mean that Andreas was indifferent. He replied with a casual tone, though loaded with seriousness.
“I hope you don’t get bored, because that’s what I’m going to do with you for the rest of my life.”
Implied and surely meaning one thing.
Promise.
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