I pushed his trousers and his underwear down as well as I could, and when he fell on top of me again, his length pressed against my folds. My eyes rolled back. My mind was twisted, a part of me certain thatI knewthe sensation perfectly,another certain that I was feeling it for the first time.
None of it mattered, though, when he moved up and downslightly, rubbed himself against me. Whispered under his breath as he reached a hand between us, grabbed his cock and brought the tip right over my clit. Pressed his hips down harder.
He growled. I moaned. Both our eyes closed and we froze in the second for a heartbeat.
“Fuck, Velvet. How are you so soft?” he breathed against my lips. “How am I gonna want to do anything else after this?”
I understood perfectly well, only I wasn’t coherent enough to form sentences right now, so I couldn’t tell him I wanted to do just this all day every day for the rest of my life, too.
“Are you ready? It’s going to hurt a little bit,” he said, and I moaned into his mouth, held onto the back of his neck and nodded as well as I could.
“Breathe with me,” he whispered and lowered himself onto me a little more, positioned his cock right at my center.
Again, parts of me fought a war inside my head, but by now it was easy to ignore.
“I’ll take it slow,” he whispered. “I’ll be gentle.”
“Please, March,” I breathed, not entirely sure what I was pleadingfor.
“Hold on, Velvet. Hold onto me.” He sounded completely intoxicated.
I dug my fingers in his arms and held my breath, and…
March thrust his hips and entered me.
All the way. To the base.
No resistance. No pain. No nothing—just a smooth slide, and then I was full. Stretchedreallywide because of his size, but perfectly full.
Another moment caught us frozen in place. Our eyes opened and we were face to face, confused, delirious, in awe.
“Does it hurt?” asked March.
I shook my head. “No.”
And I knew what he was going to say. I knew he was going to ask me why I lied—except I didn’t. I would swear it on anything he wanted, on any second and any minute—Ihadbeen a virgin that day when I was about to leave home for Neverwhen.
Except March smiled. Grinned widely. Pressed a kiss on my lips and said, “We’ve done this before.”
He didn’t accuse me. He didn’t even suspect that I’d lied, when he’d spent his whole time here being suspicious of me. He knew just as well as I did. As my body did.
“I think so,” I whispered, in awe all over again.
“Tell me if it hurts, Velvet,” he said, and the second I nodded, he moved.
He pulled himself out of me just a little, then filled me again all the way. Once more, my eyes rolled back. I held my breath and held onto his shoulders, dug my fingernails into his skin.
He growled, but not in pain. There was no pain here, just pure, raw pleasure.
I wrapped my limbs around him and held him with all my strength, and when he moved again, I moved with him. Time’s Teeth, everything fell in place the deeper inside me he entered. I felt all of him against my walls, and the pressure was exactly right. We picked our rhythm and moved like we were one.
The orgasm built in me so quickly again I would have been surprised if he didn’t feel like falling on clouds. I didn’t care if there was a world around us at all—I just cared about him, his lips, his eyes, his cock buried so deep inside me I cried out his name like he was my creator, with every other thrust.
When I came, he stayed inside me, pushed himself deeper until he was all that I could feel. Until I merged into him, melted on him, becamehisfor real, just like he wanted.
“You undo me, Velvet,” he whispered, and he held himself there still, eyes squeezed shut like this was painful for him. “Imight not remember before, but I know you’d undo me every time.”
I kissed his lips, an overwhelming sense of hope and sadness taking over me suddenly.
