𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗗 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 (𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖭𝖮𝖵𝖤𝖫𝖫𝖠)

𝕶𝖞𝖑𝖊 &𝕬𝖒𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖆: 𝕾𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖑 𝖁𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖊

Amelia

Soft feathery touches traced the length of my arm, waking me up with the most comforting feelings. I turned around, my eyes still shut and buried my face in my husband's naked chest.

"Dobroye utro, moya sladkaya Orkhideya." he breathed, his voice still slightly rough from sleep.
("Good morning, my sweet orchid.")

I smiled and he pulled me closer to him, his finger tracing small circles over my bare back.

"Buenos días mi amor." I whispered back placing a soft kiss over his warm chest.
("Good morning, my love.")

Being in his arms was heaven, no matter where or when he would wrap his arms around me as if it was one of his favorite thing to do.

"C'mon, Orkhideya. Look at me with those beautiful eyes of yours."

I stiffled a laugh and lifted my head, my eyes still shut.

"Are you playing with me, Amelia?"

The desire in his voice could not be mistaken and the way my name rolled from his tongue was enough to turn me on.

"Am I?" I asked, feigning innocence.

He suddenly rolled me over, his body hovering over mine just like last night, and I gasped, my eyes widely opened.

"See, it was not difficult to make your eyes open."

"You're so bad, annoying man."

"I'm bad to you?" he asked before his lips met mine into a sweet kiss.

His tongue molded with mine and I surrendered to everything he was giving me through the kiss.

His hands caressed my skin to my lower body till they made their way between my legs.

His lips left mine to my throat, kissing and nibbling my sensitive skin.

I let out a soft moan and his eyes met mine briefly, enough for me to catch his desire for me in his gaze.

"And am I still bad if I do this?"

He cupped my breast, his fingers teasing my nipples. My back arched to him, demanding more and I could already feel my desire for him growing more and more between my thighs.

"Tell me, Orkhideya. Am I that bad?" he said, before he took my breast in his mouth, his tongue claiming me.

"Yes..."

Just a word, a simple word but it was enough to provoke him.

His mouth still over my breast, he slid his hand between my thighs again, his fingers playing with my folds in a teasing way.

"You say I'm bad yet you're so ready for me, huh."

"Kyle..."

He slid his fingers inside me and the words I was about to say immediately vanished. His thrusts became faster and I rocked my hips against him, needing more friction.

My whole body shook with a violent shudder, his fingers pumping deeper inside me.

"What is this torture?" I breathlessly asked, his touches driving me insane.

"The best torture I ever did in my whole life, for sure."

His reply was quick and tempting.

I grabbed the bedsheet, as if hanging on to it, my whole body shaking as I came over his fingers.

A proud smile over his beautiful face, he bent over my pussy and place a soft kiss there before spreading my legs, settling himself between them.

Still under the pleasurable drowsiness of my first orgasm, I felt him slide inside me, slowly taking me, molding our bodies together.