Page 40 of Fervency Love

“Sure. That’s why I’m here,” he replies and takes my hand. I’m immediately filled with tranquility and bliss.

Ve is so, so jealous about me. I don’t know if I like it. Maybe I shouldn’t. It’s not healthy, that’s for sure. And it causes discomfort, a pressure I’m not under. One thing is for certain—I’m in his head.

Today, classes finished earlier. There were some exams or something. After school, Ve and I go to my place. My parents aren’t home yet, so we can spend some time together.

“Want some tea? I ask.

“Yes, please.”

I put the kettle on, and we go to my room. We sit on the sofa and I put my head on his chest. It’s blissful. The energy between us makes me hot. I free myself from his arms and rise to open a window. I lean on the sill and take a couple deep breaths. There’s the sound of steps behind me, and then I feel Connor’s arms gently, delicately wrap themselves around my waist. Ve leans in and puts his chin on my shoulder. The bulge in his pants presses into my butt. He leaves a glistening mark of his lips on my cheek. My breathing quickens. His wet kisses don’t only leave marks on my skin—I feel them in my entire body as he slides his tongue up my neck, finishing with a nibble on the earlobe. With one swift motion, he spins me and presses his lips to mine. His eyes pin me with an intense stare. He bites my lower lip, sucking on it gently. My mouth goes dry. Ve opens his mouth and slips his tongue into mine. My body immediately goes ablaze. Jolts of energy pass through it, each and every one ending their run in my pussy.

What connects us is so clean, crystal clear. We are a perfect match. We’re like an instrument and an artist who knows very well how to stroke the strings to make the most beautiful sounds, where and when to touch. The synchronization is impossible. He doesn’t stop kissing me, but his hands slide down my buttocks as he lifts me into the air. My legs wrap around his hips. He carries me across the room and lays me down on the bed. His deft hands make quick work of the buttons on my shirt and start exploring my body, braver than before. He starts with the neck, then runs his thumbs along my collarbone and continues down, gently kneading my breasts through the lace of the bra. His glazed eyeslift to see mine. He inhales sharply, withdrawing a couple inches and taking in the view.

“Abbs,” he whispers. “You’re so sexy.”

His words reach straight to my pussy. My cheeks are flushed, and I realize that I love when he adores me like that and talks about it with such incredible openness. His hands reach for my breasts, fingers drawing little circles around the nipples, which have just hardened. I let out a moan.

“They’re perfect. They fit my hands perfectly.”

I can’t help myself—I reach for his cock through the fabric of his pants. It’s hard. So hard! And ready for me. I think about the effect I have on him and decide I want to push this further. His hand slides down my belly, finally reaching the button of my denim trousers. Ever so slowly, his palm slides inside. I’m not going to stop him. He unzips my jeans, and his hand continues to explore, finding its way into my panties. My lust for him grows, heat spreading through me like lava.

“Aaah!” I moan against myself.

His finger flicks against my clit, rubbing gently before shifting lower and reaching my pussy. I’m going to faint!

“Abbs!” He hisses. “You’re so wet!”

The words coming from his mouth are like an aphrodisiac. I’m losing my senses. His every movement leads me to the precipice. I’ve never done that. Nobody has ever done that to me. I’ve never let them.

“It’s thanks to you and for you,” I reply hoarsely. I don’t recognize my own voice.

As his movements become more confident, I’m breathing loud, panting.

“I want you,” he whispers.

“I want you too.”

Suddenly, he pushes his finger into me. I go rigid, curling up my toes, amazed at his brazenness. My own brazenness! I feelmy cheeks burning. Meanwhile, his deft finger pistons inside me, while his thumb rubs at my clitoris. I squirm under his palm, matching his motion. It’s coming, I’m coming, my heart is thumping in my chest and my body is alight with fire. A wave is rising within me. Only a couple of seconds more! It’s nearly painful. What a feeling! I explode around his fingers, moaning and panting like crazy. I can feel how incredibly hard he is. I want to touch it! I want to squeeze, but the feeling that he gave me is so strong all I can do is tremble, completely drained. He exhausted me.

“Your first orgasm with me, babe.”

“Not my first, but at least my first thanks to you,” I mumble without thinking. My brain is jelly.

“What? What do you mean not your first? You told me you were a…”

I try to open my eyes, suddenly realizing how he could have taken it. I see panic in his eyes.

“Yes, I’m a virgin,” I say to calm him down. “And nobody has ever touched me like that. I never did anything with anyone aside from kissing and snuggling.”

“So?”

I’m not sure if I’m ready to share something as intimate as that. There’s a moment of hesitation.

“I discovered that I could feel this kind of pleasure a long time ago. Sometimes when I want to relax, I make myself…”

I trail off, dropping my eyes. Nobody knows this about me. I feel my cheeks burning. Ve takes my face in his hands, still wet with my juices.

“You make me crazy, girl. Will you ever stop surprising me?”

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