Andreas would be judged. He would be convicted for a mistake he had just made. Would he appeal when the verdict was given?
It seemed not. Considering that it was Vlora who judged and sentenced, Andreas thought it might be the other way around. Besides, where else would he find a judge as sexy as Vlora, dressed in lingerie and stockings?
Andreas grinned. He lifted his face slightly and challenged.
“Punish me, Vlo.”
Vlora’s eyes blinked once. She said nothing more while her gaze slowly changed. It became deeper and more predatory, like a hunter aiming at his prey.
Vlora moved closer. There was a faint friction between her almost uncovered femininity and Andreas’ stomach skin. Then she leaned down and extended her tongue to give Andreas’ lips a small lick.
The air trembled in Andreas’ chest. He moaned as his greed began to rebel. How could he only get a small lick of the tongue while those red lips could deliver a passionate kiss?
Oh, no way. Andreas obviously did not accept that.
“Ssst.”
Vlora’s index finger pressed against Andreas’ chest. She gave a warning when she sensed that Andreas was about to pull her into a kiss.
“You’re the accused, Reas. So don’t make a fuss and complicate things.”
Andreas gaped. “Make a fuss? Complicated?”
Vlora smiled mischievously with a mocking expression. Andreas was taken aback and realized vividly how his voice was tangible evidence of the escalating, uncontrollable passion.
“If you can’t cooperate, perhaps I should prepare handcuffs for you some other time.”
Andreas’ jaw jerked up and down with anxiety. Unintentionally, his mind quickly conjured up naughty ideas.
“Handcuffs?”
“Yes, handcuffs,” Vlora nodded with a teasing expression. “Perhaps also a blindfold and some ropes. I think you need to be reminded of obedience from time to time.”
As far as possible, Andreas would keep all his promises to Vlora. Up until this moment, he had not thought of doing anything that would even remotely damage their marriage. He kept reminding himself of Vlora’s value and rarity, so he must not spoil it.
But there’s always an exception. No matter how much Andreas promised and tried to be an obedient husband, he would not mind being reminded of obedience. He would gladly accept it.
“Oh, Vlora. I hope you really will remind me of obedience.”
Amidst the wild fantasies in his mind and the teasing in his body, there was a masculinity that was thumping down there more and more. Andreas began to pant, and Vlora could clearly see that her words were having a real effect on the chaos of her husband’s respiratory system.
But Vlora felt no pity. Andreas’ pitiful condition only tickled her curiosity. What if she teased Andreas even more?
So, Vlora poured that curiosity into wet kisses on Andreas’ nipples. She kissed and did not forget to give a little bite that made Andreas groan.
“Vlora.”
Vlora rose. Confidently she stood with Andreas’ body between her legs. She looked at Andreas and deliberately showed a few things that Andreas would not be able to touch in the near future.
Truly pathetic. Andreas became more and more tortured.
Vlora showed a pride that did not bother Andreas at all. On the contrary, she was clearly the embodiment of a true temptress. Meanwhile, Andreas represented the tangible form of a man’s weakened defenses.
Andreas’ eyeballs moved. He watched Vlora move. He remained silent and did not resist when Vlora took off her shoes, followed by her pants.
Vlora circled the bed, tossing Andreas’ underwear aside with a nonchalant gesture. Now she looked at Andreas’ intimate parts, which were perfectly erect.
“Remember what you said when we came home from our first date, Reas?”
W-what? The first date?
Could Vlora really ask Andreas to think when a part of his body demanded satisfaction? It was understandable that he could not answer that question.
Vlora chuckled softly as she approached Andreas again. She leaned over Andreas, supporting herself on both knees and the palms of her hands. In a crawling position, she had no qualms about reminding Andreas.
“You said you liked me on top of you, Reas.”
“Oh, God. I’m sure I said that.”
A faint, spontaneous laugh escaped Vlora’s lips. Her breasts bounced and Andreas swallowed hard again.
Embarrassing? Let it be. Besides, this time Andreas would not hesitate to admit his defeat. Vlora was really sexy. And now his imagination began to imagine Vlora moving on top of him.
Vlora grabbed Andreas’ chin. She slowly approached his face and their lips finally met.
Andreas did not want to waste the opportunity in front of him. He grabbed Vlora’s lips like a hungry man. His hands did not forget to grip Vlora’s neck.
His lips moved in demand. He was eager and opened, devouring the kiss. He sucked and nibbled, and then his tongue was enveloped by an irresistible suction.
Andreas groaned. He enjoyed Vlora’s caresses, felt Vlora’s kisses, and experienced Vlora’s bites.
Vlora ended the kiss when Andreas’ breathing became heavier. Now she moved on. She brought her breasts to Andreas’ mouth and said,
“Caress my breasts, Reas.”
It was a command that Andreas would carry out immediately. Andreas immediately devoured Vlora’s breasts hidden behind the thin fabric. He nibbled on one while squeezing the other.
Vlora’s head lifted. Eyes closed and sighing, she seemed to enjoy the caresses Andreas gave her, just as she wanted.
Vlora floated. Her feelings rose until she unconsciously rubbed her femininity. She did it repeatedly, just to feel Andreas’ masculinity on her buttocks.
Vlora’s hand went to the back. She grabbed Andreas’ masculinity and stroked it gently. She teased Andreas until a groan filled the air, just as her fingers brushed a moist spot at the tip of his masculinity.
Vlora withdrew a moment later. She ended the intoxicating caresses Andreas experienced on her pair of breasts and prepared for the next thing.
*