Page 160 of Fervency Love

It’s been a couple of days. I’m just finishing a production organization task for uni when there’s a knock on the door. I glance through the peephole because I’m not expecting anyone. My heart freezes for a moment. It’s Connor! It’s strange to see him after he moved out. I check myself in the mirror. I look like shit. Well, tough luck. I open the door, and I’m greeted by the most beautiful smile in the world and the greatest voice in the universe.

“I brought you your favorite lollipop and a chocolate bar.”

It’s such a charming gesture. He’s trying again. But why the hell did we have to break up for him to appreciate me again?

“Thank you, that’s sweet.” I smile and invite him inside. He sits on the couch, his posture indicating that he’s nervous.

“Abigail, have you decided? Did you have enough time?”

“Ve, I’ve decided that for now, we’re taking a break. I don’t know how much time I need.”

“Abigail, but I love you. Days without you are killing me. Every day, I feel like my life is slipping away as if the light you filled me with is escaping. I can’t go on like that.”

Tears start flowing down his cheeks, shattering my heart into a million pieces. I immediately hug him and pull him close. He doesn’t stop crying. My shirt is all wet from his tears. This sight totally messes me up. I have no idea what to say. I don’t know what to do. But deep down inside I know I can’t give in now. It’s too early. It won’t change anything for us if I do.

I comfort him and kiss away his tears. He presses his lips to mine, fervently trying to penetrate them with his tongue. I let him; I can’t resist it. The heat generated by this connection is so familiar, so close. I feel at home. Before I realize it, I’m lying under him on the bed, and his erection presses against my thigh. It can’t end like this. If I allow it, it will be destructive for both of us. I gently push him off.

“It’s better you leave now, Ve.”

He looks at me in disbelief, gets up, and leaves without saying a word. I’m left trembling all over. I light a cigarette and wonder what the hell I was thinking.

Larry, on the other hand, doesn’t waste a single moment. He constantly exudes his seductive aura around me. Today I’m on the night shift. It’s stocktaking time. I’m just arranging one of the shelves when “Close to You”by Tiësto resounds from the speakers. That song pierces deeply into me, stimulating all the senses. Weird that I haven’t heard it before, but I like it. And the lyrics hit the spot.

Taking advantage of the opportunity while the IT guys are transferring data to the system, Larry and I go out for a cigarette. He steps closer and presses me against the building wall. He runs his thumb over my lip, and my pulse quickens. He leans in and brings his lips close to mine. I don’t protest. Larry’s tongue pushes itself between my lips, massaging my own tonguegreedily. He draws even closer, his knee spreading my legs and his rock-hard cock shoving against my mound.Fuck, I want it so badly!I think and see he’s noticed.

“Maybe you’d like to come to my place after we’re done here?”

For a moment I want to agree, but then I remember that Lola is alone, and Victoria won’t be able to take care of her because she’s spending the night with friends.

“Not today,” I say and step aside.

I’m not sure what’s going on. Do I just want him or do I want to do everything in my power to deserve love again? Ilet him do more and more because I crave the attention he gives me. I miss being admired and desired, being the best in someone’s eyes.

I spend New Year’s Eve with Larry. Ve isn’t calling. Once, when I invited Larry over, I think Connor knocked on my door, but I didn’t open it. I have no clue how such an unexpected confrontation would have ended.

Right after work, we go to Larry’s friends. I changed in the fitting room, bringing clothes from home to save time. It’s really nice. Unfortunately, I catch myself frequently drifting away in my thoughts. Damn, I think I miss him. Larry is great, but he can’t replace the intensity, the connection I have with Connor.

After the fireworks, we return to Larry’s place. I want to see if there’s still a chance I can forget about Connor. Intoxicated with alcohol, I decide to go all the way. We enter the elevator. Larry steps closer to me and pins me against the wall with his body. His knee spreads my legs. I’m wearing stockings, a flowing red dress, and a coat. His hand moves across my face and transitions to my neck, his fingers wandering over my collarbone, finally moving between my breasts. My nipples immediately harden, a strange shiver piercing through me. Larry’s other hand trailsalong my inner thigh. It moves slowly, and when it reaches between my legs, the elevator dings. We’ve reached the tenth floor. He rests his head on my shoulder, biting it gently, takes my hand and pulls me along. He inserts the key into the lock, turns it, and opens the door, leading me into his room. Weirdly, he’s still living with his parents. At his age, he really shouldn’t. I don’t know how I feel about them sleeping in the room next door. It’s crazy. But, I’m drunk and in need of a good fuck, and I have a sneaking suspicion Larry’s pretty good at it. I try to forget about the little things.

He locks the door, and I’m standing with my back to the wall. He approaches and takes off my coat and lays it on the bed. He immerses my lips in his, and I try to push the thought out of my head that these are unfamiliar lips. His tongue slides over my neck. He lowers the neckline of my dress, reaching for my breasts. He sucks on my nipples, lightly biting them. I feel the moisture between my legs. For the first time, it’s because of someone other than Connor. His hand returns to the edge of my dress and moves to my lace panties. His fingers rub against the fabric, and I let out an uncontrollable moan. He grabs the edges of my panties and pulls them down. I assist him, lifting my leg. He takes my underwear in his hand, breathes in its scent, and I feel myself blushing. It’s so erotic! He tosses the panties on the bed and inserts a finger into me.

“You’re so wet, I want to fuck you all night!” he says, and my throat dries up.

In the blink of an eye, without unnecessary formalities, he gets rid of his clothes. He stands before me naked and looks damn delicious. He’s got perfect abs. I think I’m drooling. I can’t stop staring. He lifts my leg and kneels in front of me, kissing the inner side of my thigh. When he reaches the junction of my thighs, he plunges into my pussy, biting, licking, and fucking with his mouth. Holy shit, the things he does with that tongue!In just a few moments, I experience an orgasm so intense that I can barely hold back a scream. My whole body quivers. Larry gets up, puts on a condom, and lifts me by the ass. He pins me firmly against the wall and enters me with his cock. His movements are fast, strong, and intense.

“You’re so wet and soft.”

“And you definitely know what you’re doing. Damn!”

The only sound in the apartment is the noise of our bodies slapping against each other. Another orgasm crashes over me. Larry is unfazed. He throws me on the bed and rips my dress off, leaving me in my stockings and heels. He positions me on all fours and gives me a strong spank. I feel an unfamiliar excitement. He grabs my hair and pulls my head back. He licks my face and presses his lips to mine. Without warning, he impales me on his cock. He’s smaller than Connor. But, holy shit, the things he can do! Not that Connor is worse, but I sense significant experience in Larry. He knows exactly how to treat a woman, how much force to use, and how to do things. Streaks of sweat are trickling down my back as I climax once again. Larry continues, fucking me hard. He clenches his hands on my hips, and I dig my nails into the bed. He wraps my legs around his waist and steps back a bit. I support myself with my hands while the rest of my body hangs in the air, held by him. He picks up the pace. It’s intense. After a while, I feel him coming in the condom as his cock pulses inside me. Gently, he lowers my legs onto the bed.

“You weren’t joking about the whole night?” I ask.

“I never joke about these things.”

He turns me around and sits me on the edge of the bed, removes the condom, and dangles his dripping come-covered cock in my face.

“Lick it clean,” he commands, and I freeze.

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