“Ah.”
Eyes closed, but the soft sigh still vibrated in Vlora’s throat as she felt a soft kiss land on her back. She wriggled instinctively, torn between wanting to pull away or the opposite.
The sigh became a moan. As Vlora shifted, a hand slowly crept up her thigh. It slipped through the edge of her nightgown and made contact with the smooth skin underneath.
Vlora gasped. The touch moved quickly to her stomach, caressing it teasingly.
“Reas.”
Vlora’s voice sounded hoarse. Was it because she had been asleep, or some other effect?
The next kiss landed in tandem with another caress that kept tightening her chest. The perpetrator often moved his hand under the nightgown.
“Ah.”
This time, it wasn’t Vlora’s groan that echoed, but Andreas’, the instigator who had disturbed Vlora’s sleep. Apparently, he was content to linger on Vlora’s exposed back. Lips played and parted, leaving wet traces as his hands continued to explore.
Vlora squirmed again as she felt Andreas’ fingers slowly ascend. She moved weakly, torn between wanting to touch and wanting to withdraw, but she managed to elicit a shiver that made Vlora curl her toes.
Oh! Andreas certainly knew how to make Vlora restless even in her sleep.
“You’re awake.”
Not a question, but a statement. Andreas whispered with conviction into Vlora’s ear, while the owner still kept her eyes closed. He continued to tease curiously, wondering if Vlora was still sleepy or already enjoying the caresses on her breasts.
The second option seemed more plausible. Restlessness and movement provided enough evidence that Vlora’s consciousness had just arrived. She simply refused to open her eyes, still influenced by the temptation Andreas offered her.
Andreas grinned and moved closer, clinging to Vlora’s back. He toyed with Vlora’s earlobe with his mouth, sucking and nibbling, then moaned playfully.
“I can’t believe you’re so insensitive to me, Vlo.”
Vlora’s breath was heavy, unable to suppress the moans that resurfaced. “You’ve been busy.”
The stroking of Vlora’s breasts stopped, as did the nibbling of her earlobe. Andreas leaned back slightly, propped himself up on one elbow, and offered an explanation.
“You should have waited for me, Vlo.”
Vlora slowly opened her eyes. “You should have asked me to wait for you.”
Forehead wrinkled. Eyes narrowed. Andreas asked himself. Was something different here? It wasn’t like him to hope that Vlora would be sensitive enough to realize that he wanted to be waited for, was it?
Andreas chuckled and planted his teasing on the curve of Vlora’s neck. The kissing continued, and this time his fingers played with Vlora’s erect nipples.
“Does that mean you’d grant it if I asked?”
As an opening answer, Vlora let out a rhythmic, melodious moan. Her eyes closed again and she let Andreas’ waves of seduction wash over her.
“Of course.”
Andreas pressed closer to Vlora’s body, deliberately brushing his hardened masculinity against Vlora’s round buttocks, causing Vlora’s breath to catch in her chest.
“Well then, all right. I’ll do it now,” Andreas whispered again. “I ask you not to sleep, my love.”
Andreas received explicit consent in the form of open signals. Vlora’s hand moved to the back and cupped Andreas’ masculinity, squeezing gently and teasingly.
A moan echoed through Andreas’ chest. His grip on Vlora’s breast tightened.
It seemed that Andreas could no longer control himself. Obviously, a moment later he pulled Vlora down and laid her on her back. Ignoring Vlora’s slender fingers that slipped away from his masculinity, he immediately pinned them down and kissed Vlora’s lips deeply.
Vlora’s hands rose. She ran her fingers through Andreas’s hair, squeezing it as Andreas’s lips unabashedly began to engulf hers. Andreas was eager as if it was their last night to kiss.
Passion gripped Andreas. The heat made his blood boil. It burned and the rustling of their saliva became intoxicating.
Repeatedly and alternately, Andreas nibbled at Vlora’s upper and lower lips. He tasted every inch, not forgetting the tempting corners. He felt the softness and then devoured it in a rhythmic feast.
Andreas’ thirst rebelled. Like a thirst quenched by a glass of seawater, he found that the desire only grew stronger. So, he moved and succumbed to the urge to explore other equally enticing parts.
While still enjoying Andreas’s kisses, Vlora wasn’t idle either. She let go of strands of Andreas’ hair, then moved to the edge of the white shirt Andreas was wearing.
“Let it go.”
Amidst increasingly heavy breathing, Vlora managed to speak, albeit with difficulty. Andreas grinned and promised not to keep her waiting.
Andreas stood up for a moment and found that Vlora’s ten fingers moved faster than his. Vlora pulled his shirt so that he only had to lift both hands and the shirt flew somewhere.
For a moment, Andreas was captivated by Vlora’s action, so he didn’t anticipate what would happen next. Unexpectedly, Vlora immediately kissed Andreas’ chest. Vlora opened her lips and wet kisses left their mark.
Oh, my goodness. The pressure in Andreas’ pants felt even more agonizing.
Vlora’s kiss overwhelmed Andreas. His tension increased, but strangely, it made his spine instantly weak.
Andreas seemed helpless. He was like an impotent patient. Limp and helpless, he could only surrender when Vlora pushed him until he lay down, a look of longing in her eyes.
Andreas’ hand rose and reached Vlora’s cheek. He stroked it while Vlora confidently sat on his belly.
A smile appeared on Vlora’s face. In her clear eyes, it seemed as if the sleepiness had truly vanished. In its place was a burgeoning passion for intimate satisfaction.
The caress on Vlora’s cheek didn’t last long. Andreas then pulled at Vlora’s neck to bring their lips together again.
Vlora moaned from the kiss and from the caresses that again reached her breasts. She became more and more aroused and unconsciously rubbed her lower body against Andreas’ stomach.
Andreas’ lips moved. He left Vlora’s slowly swelling lips and moved to her tempting cheek. He traced Vlora’s smooth skin, continuously and endlessly, until he reached her neck. Then he sucked and convinced himself that the memories had been left behind.
Vlora floated away. She reacted so naturally to every kiss from Andreas. She followed his instincts and playfully teased him back. Her bottom moved and Andreas groaned.
“We have to get rid of this.”
Andreas stood up without warning. He ignored Vlora’s reflexive cry of surprise. He laid her down again.
Standing between her open legs, Andreas removed Vlora’s nightgown and underwear. A grin appeared as he wiped away the moisture down there.
Vlora’s eyes rolled briefly, then she closed them. She enjoyed Andreas’ touch and her fingers squeezed the pillow under her head.
“Oh.”
Suddenly Vlora’s eyes flew open. The air was trapped in her chest as one of Andreas’ fingers pressed on her clit.
A moment passed and Andreas was satisfied. With just one finger, Vlora had held her breath several times.
Andreas released Vlora’s clitoris. He moved and sucked on Vlora’s nipple, also lightly pinching the other nipple.
Vlora was increasingly tormented. Andreas’ kisses made her dizzy with longing. She couldn’t wait any longer and fortunately Andreas felt the same way.
Andreas removed the last barriers. Naked and without a single thread, they looked at each other with a gaze darkened by desire.
Vlora exhaled. She blinked once and looked at Andreas’ fully erect masculinity, which looked strong and seductive. So, it was not surprising when she stood up and then put her mouth to Andreas’ masculinity.
The body tensed. Every nerve in Andreas’ body was on alert as he saw Vlora kissing the head of his masculinity.
The lips opened just enough. The tongue slipped out. Vlora traced the slit at the head of Andreas’s masculinity, providing a variety of sensations that immediately hit the owner.
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