Page 43 of Fervency Love

“I wouldn’t want anything more,” I say.

Time to stroke even harder. I tighten my grip and move my hands up and down the entire length of the shaft. A moan ofecstasy slips from Ve’s mouth, and an instant later, he shoots his load all over my breasts. The hot, richly scented liquid splashes on my skin, sticking to it. I’m so aroused, delighting in this moment.

Ve opens his eyes and realizes what happened.

“You’re incredible! I want you so bad!” he cries and kisses me so hard and hungrily my lips are left hurting, but it’s that kind of pain that brings pleasure. “You’re mine! Mine, you hear!?”

He pulls me to him, heedless of the fact that we’re now both covered in his sticky balm.

“More than ever,” I reply, pressing my lips to his.

“Now we really need to clean you up.”

He squeezes some gel into his palm before washing me, starting with the breasts he marked a moment before. His eyes are ablaze and he’s sporting a roguish smile. He washes the remaining come off himself, and lowers his hands, reaching for my panties.

“I’m not going to be able to clean you up with this on.”

“So take them off.” Surprised by my own confidence, I rise to make the task easier for him. I’ve never experienced something like that. I’m ashamed and aroused at the same time, but I trust him. I know he won’t hurt me.

He takes a deep breath as I stand before him in the tub. Crouching in front of me, he hovers his face before my womanhood. Gently he tugs at the fabric, pulling the thong off. It’s the first time I’m completely naked with him. He touches my labia and runs the tip of one finger through the middle, sliding it down. He squeezes a bit of shower gel onto his palm and washes me, caressing at the same time. He rinses the foam off and spreads my labia, and—oh God!—runs his tongue over my clit, stopping at the entrance to my pussy. My head spins. He glances up, gauging my reaction. I lean my back against the wall. Thebathroom tiles are ice-cold, which brings some reason back into my head.

“Want me to stop?”

A disconcerting question. I want him to continue, but I’m conflicted—ashamed and aroused at the same time. My heart is racing.

“Please, don’t,” I hear myself saying.

Immediately, he slips inside, penetrating me with his tongue. I let out a series of uncontrolled moans of ecstasy. It’s blissful. His tongue returns to my clitoris. His fingers push inside me instead. The feeling is incredible. I’m already on the edge. I think I might faint.

“Oh my fucking God!” I cry out, coming all at once.

My back slides down the tiles. My body is wracked with spasms, and finally I collapse.

“You’re… you’re… Ve, what was that?”

“Have you ever orgasmed like that before?”

“No, never! It’s the first time like that, but I hope it won’t be the last!”

Ve sits down. In the meantime, he must have drained the water, as the tub is empty now. He turns the tap on to fill it once again, taking me in his arms. I snuggle in his embrace, still returning to normal.

I need a couple minutes to realize what happened, where I am, and what I’m doing. I raise my head and see his dreamy eyes. I’m straddling him, naked. His still-hard cock is right beneath my puffed-up pussy. It’s so delightful. I wave my hips, shifting my labia up and down the length of his manhood. I want to feel him inside.

“Don’t do that, kitty cat, or I won’t be able to stop myself. I’m barely managing as it is.”

I send him a look.

“Fuck, those eyes!”

He plunges in for a kiss, lifting me and rearranging so that the tip of his shaft is right below my entrance. One motion, just drop on him, and my desire would be fulfilled. I lower myself ever so slightly, but I stop right when the head touches my clit. He grabs his dick and rubs it against my soft spot. I join in and adjust my movements, bringing myself to the edge again. I brush against his hard penis, giving myself an indescribable sense of fulfilment. I come again, the second time in about as many minutes. My eyes glaze over. Meanwhile, Ve strokes himself vigorously and shoots over my tummy.

“We’re mad.”

“Horny and insatiable,” he replies, kissing me on the tip of the nose.

I reach for the shower handle, rinse myself off, and get up. I wrap myself in a towel and go in search of a T-shirt and some clean, dry underwear. When I come back, Ve is already dressed. I walk over and give him a hug.

“Where did you learn how to do it? You’re so confident. You really know what to do.”

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