Page 29 of Fervency Love

“What’s on your mind?” I ask.

“How do you mean?”

“Because you’re staring at me.”

“Nothing gets by you, does it?”

Ve stops and faces me. I’m now between him and a great old tree. I touch my back to the trunk, ignoring the bark painfully chafing at my skin. I lift my head and look him in the eyes. He takes a step closer, puts his hands on both sides of my head, locking me in a cage of his own body. Then he closes in and presses his sweet lips to mine. My mouth opens slightly in response, and his tongue makes its way inside, reaching for mine, finally finding its quarry and beginning the fiery dance. We can barely breathe. After a while, he withdraws for a moment and sweeps his eyes down my body. It’s so sexy, I can immediately feel pleasing shivers running down my spine. He’s fucking me with his eyes.

“You’re so hot. The way that dress clings to your body and the knowledge that you’re not wearing a bra are making me lose my mind,” he says. My head spins.

I let out a sigh, unable to formulate a response. My cheeks flush. I shift sideways.

“Where are we going?” I ask after a moment.

“We can go to the Den,” he says.

“Where are your friends?”

“They went for a swim.”

“They did? Or will they hide in the shadows, like in your stories?” I prod, uneasy.

“No, they’re really away. There’s nobody there. I have the keys, see?” He dangles them in front of my eyes.

“Right, and how many sets are there?”

“There are two. I have one, Philip the other. You can check the room as soon as we’re there.”

That calms me a bit. When we reach the spot, Ve lets me through first and closes the door behind us. I’ve never been here. He offers a quick tour, unwilling to waste time. The Den is a garage converted into a sort of room with a gym. We take a seat on an old sofa. The desire emanating from both of us is palpable. I can’t deal with it: I feel the strongest need to be closer to him. I push myself up and see Ve’s questioning stare. I leave him hanging, but only for a while. I take a stroll around the room, pretending to look around. Slowly, I shift closer to the sofa, finally stopping in front of Ve. I lean down, place my hands on his thighs, and ever so slowly sweep them upwards. He’s watching this closely, and his chest starts heaving. His pulse has quickened. I flip my hair and straddle him, my legs pressing to his sides. It takes him by surprise. His eyes gleam and then darken. His arms wrap around my waist and pull me towards him, pressing me against the bulge in his trousers. My most sensitive spot is right above his impressive erection. I love knowing how I make him feel. I bend closer, trying to reach his lips with mine. Ve slips a hand into my hair, letting the other one roam my body freely—shoulder to wrist. His lips smash into mine in a passionate, hungry kiss. I open my mouth, and his tongue immediately finds mine. Our fingers entwine in a softembrace. His touch makes my skin tingle. I rub against him, feeling the hard bulge beneath me. With these movements, the lace thong gently brushes against my clit. I could come like this. It wouldn’t require much more. I feel myself getting wetter by the moment. We pull ourselves apart, trying to catch our breath.

“Abbs! You look like a porn star,” he exclaims all of a sudden.

What the hell? What is that supposed to mean?

“What are you saying? Should I be offended?”

“No, no. I wanted to say you’re just so incredibly sexy and beautiful, like a model in a magazine!”

He didn’t want to cause offence. I’m going to let that one slide.

I kiss him again. My tongue is getting really adept at finding his. Jesus, I’m insatiable. His hands delicately press to my waist before haltingly sliding down, ending up on my buttocks. At first, he does this through the dress, gauging my reaction. Sparks fly all over my body. I do nothing to stop him, giving him quiet consent. He may proceed. It doesn’t take him long; in one deft motion, he pulls the fabric up and touches the naked skin beneath. His palms are soft, warm, and increasingly inquisitive. I can see he’s cautious, as if still unsure just how much I’ll allow. I like this as much as he does. He’s turned on too. I imagine the protrusion under my pussy growing even more. I take his hand and slide it between my legs, directing it to the spot where I’m wet. Ve inhales sharply and holds his breath. There is a fire raging in his eyes. His fingers gently rub at the lace of my thong, making me feel so much pleasure, my brain is turning into mush. I can feel my cheeks reddening, and my heart is racing like a stallion galloping through a great valley. His touch and the vibrations of his voice set me on fire, tongues of flame licking my skin.

“Abbs, you’re so wet, so warm,” he murmurs with his lips against my hair, never stopping his caress. “It’s a dream cometrue to have you here, like that. And to think it’s me who’s making you so wet right now.”

His voice is like a drug. I want more of it. My hormones are going crazy, trying to take over, stamping out my reason.No, it’s not the time or place for that,I think. If I let him touch me like that any longer, I’ll go totally mad with pleasure and do things I’ll regret later. I can’t allow that. My first time has to be exceptional. Besides, we’ve only known each other for two months.

“It’s getting late. I should get back home.” My voice is hoarse. “Otherwise I’m in trouble.”

Ve doesn’t stop the kissing and rubbing. He whispers, “Okay. Let’s go, then.”

I get up slowly. Too slowly. At the same time, it’s a lot faster than I would have liked.

“How do I look?”

“Like you’ve just had sex,” he says casually. That dirty talk of his turns me on so much! I think I can be as dirty as that, though not that open and casual about it.

“Hm, so can I go out like that or do I need a touch-up?” I ask, but Ve covers the distance between us, grabs me by the hips, and roughly pulls my dress over my thighs.

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