Page 91 of Fervency Love

“In that case, I’m going to help you.”

“What are you saying?

I’m not saying anything. Instead, I kneel between his legs and reach for the zipper. With a couple of deft motions, I free his erect manhood, grab it, and put it in my mouth, sucking fast and deep. His body submits to me at once. The hard cock slides in and out. Ve’s breathing quickens. It’s so loud it cuts through the silence like a knife.

Meanwhile, I’m taking him in deeper and deeper, letting him fuck my throat. I can feel him growing tense, then he grabs my hair and presses on my head so hard, the tip of his prick is prodding the back of my throat. A moment later I hear his muffled cry as he explodes, flooding my mouth with unending lava that slowly spills down my throat.

When the last drop is out, I lick the tip of his penis like the most delicious ice cream and swallow. I wipe my mouth and get up. Ve wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer, kissing me passionately, his tongue pushing between my lips, heedless of his own taste inside. The kiss is at the same time an expression of admiration and gratefulness. Moments like this make everything up to me—the mistrust still huddling in my head. As we pull away, he looks me in the eyes and whispers, “You are the most unpredictable, insatiable, and perverted girl I’ve ever known. And those lips of yours are magic.” He brushes them with his thumb. “And you’re all mine. I love you.”

“I love you too.” I press a fiery kiss to his mouth.

I’d like to ask him what other perverted girls he knows and what is his relationship with them, but I let it go. His “Ilove you” has dispelled my doubts. I’m his.

When I’m back home, I go straight to my room. I lock the door and sit on the bed, grab my diary, and jot down my thoughts. I’ve been writing it for years. Who knows, maybe I’ll write a book based on it one day. It just might inspire others to seek their own great love.

But there’s one intrusive thought that keeps bothering me, wandering at the back of my head since our conversation by the swings. Why did he want to go all of a sudden? That was unusual. And the worst thing is, those moments are multiplying. It scares me. I’m losing confidence—not control, I don’t need that anymore—but the feeling that I can be sure of what I am for him. That snaps me out of my bubble, the one we’ve been building together. This day he was different, awkward. He didn’t come because he forgot… Then he wanted to go home early. I’d love to learn the truth one day…

Chapter 45

Abby

I’ve been sitting with Ve at my place since the morning. We’re joking and laughing, fooling around, which may look as if we’re doing something else. Despite that, my parents don’t interrupt. Yes, Dad is lurking at the other side of the door, as if checking whether we’re doing something suspicious, but he doesn’t enter.

“Look what I have,” Ve says and reaches into his pocket, producing a pack of condoms and placing it in my hand. I read the description.

“Ribbed condoms for increased pleasure. Interesting. We need to test them.”

“That’s why I bought them.” He smiles boyishly and presses his lips to mine. At that very second the door swings open, and there are my parents. I close my fingers around the packet.

“Dinner is ready. Come eat.”

“Thanks. If I’m not home for dinner in fifteen minutes, Mom will rap me over the knuckles,” Ve says nonchalantly and gets up. I’m immediately sad that we need to part, even if for just a couple of hours. I love those moments I have him only for myself.

Connor leaves, and I push the condoms into my bag, propped against the bed.

Dinner is my favorite: fried cauliflower, potatoes, and eggs sunny side up. Delicious! I eat and then help Mom to clean the kitchen. I’m making tea when Dad says they’re going to see my aunt.

“Want to come with us?” he asks with hope in his voice. They’re used to me coming with them wherever they go. And Dad would probably prefer to keep an eye on me. When I’m home alone, there are so many options!

“No, I’ll stay. I’m meeting Vicks.” That’s not entirely a lie, as at that very instant she knocks at the door. Dad opens it and lets her in.

“Hello, Victoria. How’s it going?” he asks, feigning interest.

“Everything is fine, thanks.”

“Alright, Abigail. We’re going. We’ll be back in the evening. If you go out, remember to be back by ten.” Yes, I managed to get myself an additional hour whenever I go out.

“Good, you’re on time.” I say when we’re left alone. “It worked out perfect. So Connor should be here in about thirty minutes.”

“You ask, I come. What’s the plan?” Vicky asks.

“Don’t know. Haven’t thought about it yet, but if he’s here, we always have something to do.” I smile, showing my teeth. Vicks pokes me in the arm, mirroring my expression.

We look out the window and watch my parents leave. They take the car and drive off.

“Okay, I’m off,” Victoria says and heads to the exit.

Literally a couple minutes later there’s a knock on the door. I wonder for a minute if she forgot something and glance around the apartment, but there’s nothing of hers anywhere. I open the door. It’s my Ve. He’s smiling. I pull him by the shirt and slam the door shut with a heel.

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