"I-I THOUGHT you would take a bath?" Lana asked confused as Andrew pulled her into a familiar room. The young man did not answer. He quickly threw the door shut and then seemed to be running out of time, he pushed her behind it and hurriedly kissed her lips. "I'll take a bath if you'll come with me," Andrew answered her question as soon as he let go of her mouth. "You are mine, Lana, only mine," he added in a seemingly claiming tone and then in the same way kissed her again. She was like a fading candle that the young lady had just held on to the doorknob. Andrew's lips dropped to her neck. She could feel the heat of them that freely touched her skin. When she opened her eyes she saw her old room. It has just been renovated but nothing much has changed. In the middle right opposite the window, there is a beautiful and king-sized metal canopy bed frame with a beautiful metal head and footboard. Thick mattress covered with white bedsheets. "I can't let you go to someone else, becaus
"ONLY in you that I have seen the beauty of innocence," Andrew carefully felt her lips down her neck and lingered on her breast. Again the delicate growl escaped Lana's lips at the same time as she closed her eyes even though at that moment she wanted to stare at Andrew. "Look at me sweetheart, I want to see the emotions in your eyes in everything I do to you," Andrew commanded then again he felt the object between her thighs. Without a word Lana spontaneously complied with what Andrew wanted to happen. But she couldn't stand it either because as she stared at him, the desire and the heat that she felt intensified. She knew she was no longer in the right mood to refuse. Or rather to say that she has no intention of weaning Andrew in all of this, because the truth is, she is very anxious for whatever he says he will do to her now. Andrew bowed to her and kissed her hard again. She automatically responded with a warm kiss as well. As her hands spontaneously moved to explore the hidd
Lana closed her eyes as she let out a series of breaths when she felt as if Andrew was teasingly rubbing his manhood at the entrance of the delicate flower between her legs. She knew she was soaking wet, she could feel it. But it looks like Andrew has no plans yet to make their intercourse complete because for a while he remained that way. It seems that the young man wants to excite her, which is very effective on her part. "Oh Andrew!" the young lady said between consecutive gasps. She stared into his eyes which at that moment seemed to emit small, blue flames. Lana smiled because of that, isn't blue really more scorching than the red flame? And it looks like that's exactly what Andrew was doing to her. She felt even more scorched when she met the young man's gaze. "Look at me, Lana" she heard Andrew say as she resigned from staring at him. It was not easy for Lana to do what the young man asked. She didn't know how he made her obey, so automatically, she turned her gaze back to
Lana awoke from deep sleep to hear a noise coming from the kitchen. She immediately looked for Andrew next to her and then smiled when she remembered that they were the only two in that house. Lana stared blankly into her former room. And along with the flow of many memories was also the rapid warming of the corners of her eyes. Then Lana bit her lower lip to control her own emotions and the young lady succeeded. Andrew’s former manager is the one she remembers who bought it when Mama Cecille sold it. How it went to the young man she no longer knew. Lana stared at the white ceiling for a while before deciding to get up and pick up the clothes that Andrew had taken off earlier. She had no trouble finding them because the young man had just thrown them on the floor. At last thought, Lana laughed softly. When she got dressed, she went to the kitchen of the house. Like her former room, nothing much has changed there. Only minor renovations were done. "You're awake," Andrew said when h
"MOMMY! Daddy!" Andrea's lively greeting to them that evening. Andrew picked up and lifted their daughter who kissed the young man on the cheek. "For you princess," the young man handed Andrea a box of donuts. The girl happily accepted that and once again kissed Andrew on the cheek before coming down and running back into the house. "Looks like your best friend is waiting for you," Andrew emphasized the word best friend as they entered. Lana couldn't understand what emotion she saw draw in Andrew's eyes. And whatever it was, the young lady couldn't stop feeling secretly thrilled even though there was no assurance whether it was jealousy or not. In the living room, they caught up with Andrea and Marius. Her best friend immediately stood up and approached her and then kissed her on the cheek. Lana also did immediately notice the rapid change in Andrew's facial expression when he saw what her best friend had done. "Ah, Andrew this is Marius my best friend and Andrea's godfather. M
"Andrew, they might wake up!" Lana protested strongly when she felt the young man squeezing her femininity again. "God! You're a really naughty man! Mmnnnn," she added, unable to stop the young man from what he was doing to her, then following what he did with a restrained moan. "Wonderful, isn't it?" the young man whispered temptingly to her, then bit her earlobe. Lana sighed when the young man repeated what he was doing to her womanhood, accompanied by another bite on her earlobe. "Damn! Stop it, please," she said, clinging to the collar of the young man's polo shirt when she felt his finger enter the slit of her womanhood. "Oh my goodness! Fuck! Mnnn," Lana said as the young man began to move his finger on her cut. Lana knew what Andrew was doing. In fact, if it just so happened that Mama Cecille and Andrea were not in that house, she would have given up on him earlier. "Please, Andrew, stop!" she whispered to the man. "Mama Cecille might wake up," she insisted. With what she
"HEY!" It was late, and Andrew found out that his sister Samantha was still awake. His sister faced him with a smile. "I thought you weren't coming home?" She then took a glass, put some ice in it, and then poured just the right amount of wine. "I came from Lana's house." The young man couldn't help but widen his smile after mentioning that name. With a teasing smile on her lips, Samantha replied. "You look so happy and contented, Andrew," she said, sipping the wine from her own glass. Andrew smiled again at what he heard. "I also can't understand myself. But that's true; I'm content and happy now. I've never felt like this before, just now," the young man said without wiping the smile from his lips. "When will you introduce me to them?" Samantha asked him again. Andrew shrugged his shoulders before answering. "Anytime," he winked at his sister afterward. "Oh, by the way, before I forgot, Patricia called me; she said she's having a hard time contacting you." Andrew did not repl
Lana cannot avoid being affected by her friend's behavior. She is aware of his feelings for her. But she didn't expect the pain she saw to draw in his eyes when Marius stared at her. "Do you have a problem, Lana?" Mama Cecille asked when she joined her at the table where she was quietly having coffee. Lana sighed and then glanced at her aunt. Then lift the mug of coffee and sip there before speaking. "I'm confused, Mama," she said, looking down to hide her tears. "Why? Where are you confused?" Lana sniffed and then tried to control her emotions. She knew that being emotional would not help at such times. "Because Marius was here lately. You're still asleep, so you haven't seen him," she said, sipping coffee again. Her aunt nodded. "Leave right away too." With that question, Lana felt a seemingly sharp pain in her chest. "I'm hurting him, M-Mama," and the young lady's voice broke again. Lana felt her eyes warm again. But, as much as possible, she did not want to cry. So again, sh