Page 110 of Fervency Love

I say nothing to that. Her reaction is the worst. I was happy I got a C. The topic was so wide, half my classmates failed it. So I was one of the few who didn’t. But Mom doesn’t care for details like that. Better clip my wings. Great parental support. Fuck this. Let them go already. I’m tired of them.

Mom’s behavior soured my mood. All those thoughts saying I’m not good enough attack me all over again. When Ve comes, I’m so depressed it would be better for me to spend the night alone, without the risk of contaminating anyone with my horrible mood.

“What’s going on, babe?” he asks with concern. Even though I don’t have much power left in me, I tell him everything. “I’m sorry. Come on, bring it in,” he says and covers me with the duvet. I snuggle in his warm embrace and fall asleep.

Sleep helps, as usual. In the morning, I’m up and beaming. I don’t know if it was the sleep or the fact that Ve was with me the whole night. Or maybe it was the sharing of my pain. Any one of those things could be the reason. I’ve never confided in anyone. I never told people what I felt. With him, it’s different. I want to tell him everything. It’s so cathartic. His presence is a love elixir with extra healing powers.

Chapter 55

Abby

After a quick shower, I go to my cousin’s to pick up my homework. Meanwhile, Ve returns home. Two hours later I’m back home and cleaning. Connor calls.

“See, kitty cat? Dreams do come true. It’s six months since we got together today. And we’re staying over alone!”

Incredible. I really didn’t think it would happen. But here we are.

“Listen, I’ve got to go. I’ll come by in the evening, okay?”

“Okay, Ve. See you.”

Those few hours pass quickly. Curious that when my parents are on their way to Daisy Valley, they don’t call to check up on me even once.

Ve shows up at the door right on time—nine o’clock. He’s holding a red rose, which is surprising, and a bottle of red wine. He enters the apartment and locks me in a tight embrace.

“For me?” I ask, reaching out for the flower.

“Of course it’s for you, my angel. I’m so glad I have you. Our relationship is the most beautiful thing in my life.”

I love him even more when he says things like that. My arms shoot out, and my fingers close on his jumper as I pull him in.My back touches the wall, and Ve presses his lips to mine. His tongue massages mine, stoking the flame inside me. His knee pushes between my legs, spreading them, and with his free hand he reaches between my thighs.

“I love you!” he says.

“Come on, let’s celebrate,” I manage, taking his hand and leading him to the kitchen, sniffing the rose on the way. The smell is perfect. I open the wine and pour it into two glasses. “To us!” I say, rising mine in a toast. They clink together, and we cross arms and drink. To us.

An hour of exchanging passionate glances, holding hands, kissing playfully, and drinking wine, and the air is thick with desire. I grab Ve’s wrist and drag him to my room.

“I have a surprise for you.”

I shove him to the bed and climb on top of him. He props his head on his elbow, watching me closely. Slowly, I get rid of his clothes and reach for two scarves I’ve prepared before, tying his hands to the bedposts.

“I like it already, kitty cat,” he purrs with that sexy voice of his, his words reverberating in me, reaching between my legs. When he’s immobilized, defenseless, I take off his boxers and run my tongue along all the impressive length of his prick. It twitches in response. I slither up the bed, placing hundreds of kisses on his skin.

“I’ll be back in a moment. You wait here.”

He waves his palms in a submissive gesture. I change clothes, dressing as a schoolgirl straight out of Britney’s song. I grab a can of whipped cream from the fridge. When I’m back, I stop in the doorway, spraying a blob of the sweet stuff over my tongue, wiping a dollop off with my finger and then licking it clean. I hear Ve sucking in air.

I climb atop him and sit very near to his face, pulling my panties aside and sticking my pussy into his face. There’s noneed to speak. His tongue commences its work at once. I move ever so slowly, intensifying the sensation. Ve knows what to do. He tortures me, bringing me to the very edge. He’s perfect at it. I lean on my arms, thrusting my hips out to meet his wonderful lips. His tongue slides between my labia, making me crazy with pleasure. Spasm after spasm shakes my body. My back arches and I fall into billions of pieces, reaching an orgasm.

“You’re amazing.”

I slide down now, ready to impale myself on his throbbing cock. It’s so hard and completely upright, like a mast. I move up and down. This is no time to think about his pleasure. This is my time. I’m in control. It doesn’t take long, so when Ve joins in the thrusting, complementing my own movements perfectly, I come with such force, I lose my senses. I topple to the mattress.

“What about me? That ain’t fair,” he complains.

“Don’t you worry, darling. I have something special for you.”

I reach for the whipped cream and spray it over each sensitive spot on his body. He raises an eyebrow, and his chest starts heaving anew. I put on the music and dance for him, gradually getting rid of my clothes. When the speakers go silent, I’m left in my thong and stockings. I crawl onto the bed and begin to lick the whipped cream off his body. I can see he is turned on by this. I reach for his penis, sticking it deep in my mouth and sucking fast and hard. Ve pushes out with his hips, slamming his cock into my eager mouth.

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