“Oh, I know. I know what’s between here…” March slipped his fingers between my thighs and slowly inched his hand higher and higher. I gripped the sheets with all my strength. “Let’s see if my tongue remembers, shall we?”
He pulled my panties off in one motion, discarding them on the edge of the bed. His hands were on my thighs, and he spread my legs wider to the sides as he lowered himself on the bed. His lips pressed over my pelvis, and he bit the skin over my hips—but his hand.
His hand closed right over my center, and he growled, and I moaned, and I lost touch with reality completely. It was the most incredible place I’d ever been in, and I never wanted to leave.
March muttered under his breath as he kissed lower toward my center, while his fingers tested me, slid between my soaked folds, nudged my clit with exactly the right pressure that I was a mess a few seconds in.
“The taste of you,” he whispered as he dragged himself lower, put my legs over his shoulders. “The smell of you…”
I wanted to call out his name, but my mouth refused to do anything other than moan, so I raised my head to look at himjust as he raised his a little, then put those same fingers he had on my pussy right in his mouth.
His eyes squeezed shut. He licked his fingers and sucked on them so hard the sound of it filled my head. When he looked up at me again, I could have sworn he was in shock.
It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life.
For a second there, we were both unmoving, eyes locked, just waiting for what came next. I thought I should be embarrassed—his face was right between my legs, his breath blowing on my wet folds, but it just felt so incredible instead.
Then March turned his head slightly to the side and said, “I’m going to eat you raw.”
He buried his face between my thighs and didn’t come up for air for a good while.
His tongue slid down my folds, nudged my clit. He kissed and grazed and sucked with exactly the right speed, the right intensity, and nowIwas shocked as I lay there with my legs over his shoulders because this wasinsane.The feelings that came over me were like colors reflecting everywhere on the inside and outside of my body. I became a fucking rainbow as he had his way with me.
As much as I never wanted this to stop, I didn’t last long—how could I? He knew how to lick me, how to bite, how to use his fingers, and even how to moan to show me how much he was enjoying the taste of me. If I lasted a whole minute, I’d be surprised, but I probably didn’t.
With my hands in his hair, I moved my hips against his face until I tipped over the brink with his name on my lips, set completely free.
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March still refused to come up, holding my thighs over his shoulders, licking me clean and taking his time now, completely intoxicated. His eyes remained half closed, but I doubted he could see anything as he cleaned me up, then continued to bite down my thighs, slowly, savoring every inch of my skin.
Meanwhile, I was caught somewhere between shock and pure bliss, lying there, watching him when my eyelids weren’t too heavy to keep open.
Sleep had come for me all at once, viciously, but I didn’t want to give in. Not when March was still here.
I must have drifted away without realizing it, though, because the next thing I knew, he was on all fours, climbing higher on the bed, planting kisses all over my face.
I was smiling so big, even half-asleep like that, it should have been alarming.
Instead, when March lay on the bed on his side, it was the most natural thing in the world for me to move closer and curl up against his chest automatically—again, like I’d done all of it before, exactly like that. And his arms all toonaturally wrapped around my body, too, one around my shoulders, holding me to his chest, the other around my hips.
“Don’t sleep yet. I’ve got a question first,” he said, and his voice raised goose bumps all over my back, which he felt and rubbed away with his big, warm hands.
Must be the Everstill,I thought—or maybe I’d discovered something even better.
“I’m awake,” I muttered.
His warm lips pressed to my forehead. I raised my head instinctively, pressed my face to his lips so he kissed the bridge of my nose, and the tip, then my lips.
How can a kiss feel like this?I wondered. It couldn’t be normal, could it?
Maybe it was because of time moving backward?
Then he finally asked, “Will you let me do that every day?”
I stopped, leaned back a little, barely managed to open my eyes all the way. His boyish grin had my heart in a grip. My cheeks were on fire at the same time.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he said, bringing his hand to my chin to raise my head again. “So innocent looking.” He chuckled, and I about died of embarrassment. “You blush so easily, but you had no trouble keeping my head down there.”
