“That was close, eh? I nearly lost my virginity with you!” Gosh, an orgasm can really mess with one’s mind.
“It’s good this happened.”
“What are you saying?
“I’m glad Mom interrupted what we were doing. I wanted it to be something special. I wanted you to have a beautiful memory.”
That’s a red flag if I ever saw one. Only me?
“You mean you wanted us both to have beautiful memories, right?” I ask.
“Yeah, right.” His answer does nothing to improve my mood. It doesn’t dispel the giant question mark that hangs over my head now. I’m trying to chase off that weird feeling.
With a quick motion, I reach out and pull down his pants and underwear. I push him on the bed and kneel before him.
“Wow, the way you kneel there and knowing what you’re going to do now make me mad with desire,” he says.
“Relax now,” I command and take him in my mouth.
He’s so turned on he doesn’t last long. I can feel his cock tensing. I can feel every vein on it with my tongue. It grows rock-hard, and then the familiar wave of hot nectar hits the back of my throat. He pulsates in my mouth, lost in ecstasy. When I get up, his eyes are still closed.
“I’m delighting in the moment, my gorgeous! You’re the best!” he murmurs in his sexy voice.
I say nothing, only snuggle against him, allowing his strong arms to embrace me.
Chapter 30
Abby
I’m going to Spain for summer camp in a few days. I didn’t have the time to think about it before, but now I’m starting to feel discomfort at the very thought of leaving. I’d rather stay. I was always happy to go to summer camp, but this year something has changed. There’s something a lot more important in my life than discovering beautiful places. There’s love! Like in a fairytale—passionate, carefree, brave, and sincere. A love I’ve never felt before.
We’re sitting in the park. He’s sitting, more like. I’m lying on my back on a bench by the amphitheater, my head in his lap. Ve strokes my hair and shoulders, and I’m playing with a leaf of grass with my face directed at the sun. I love it when it gently shines on my face and body. It’s like I’m recharging my batteries.
“A couple days more and I’m gone,” I say.
“I know, babe. I’ve never been to Spain,” he muses.
“Where’s the farthest you have been?” I ask, realizing he’s never talked about his trips before.
“I can’t remember. You?”
“Spain, I think. Costa Brava. I also went to Barcelona, San Marino in Italy, Rimini and Cattolica. I went to Vienna withmy parents, and Tihany in Hungary. I love traveling. Love catching fleeting moments on my camera. I always bring back hundreds of photos from my trips. The first thing I do when I’m back is to drop by a photo studio to develop them. That feeling of anticipation about what I managed to photograph is unbeatable,” I say. “But this time I’m sad to leave. For the first time I’d rather stay.”
“Oh, come on, it’ll be over before you know it.” He chuckles lightly, but I can sense the unease in his voice. “Besides, you have a talent for photos. I can see you love snapping pictures.”
I wonder for a minute. I’ve never thought about it that way, but yes, I do love it. I snapped a couple photos of Ve too. There are a couple of great ones. I have a few favorites.
“Will you miss me?”
“So bad.”
“But you’ll behave?”
“I’d never do anything to hurt you, sweetheart. Don’t worry. I’m with you,” he assures me.
His words sound sincere, so why do I feel so afraid deep down inside? It spells nothing good. But I don’t want to ruin the moment and allow my intrusive thoughts to take over.
“What will you be doing?”
