“I always knew it was you, even when I didn’t remember. Even when I didn’t know you.” I kept choosing him because my body knew his. I kept going for him even when I was incapable of compassion.
March moved again. He didn’t take long to get to the edge, either, and when he was close, he stopped. Moaned my name. Kissed my neck.
“We have to stop,” he said, and I dug my fingers into his back harder.
“No.”
“I don’t have protection.”
“That’s okay. I’m on the syrup.” It was a yearly drug that prevented unwanted pregnancy, and Mother had made sure I showed up in time for my appointment since the day I turned sixteen.
“You sure?” March asked, and I nodded.
“I am, but…lay down, Heartling,” I said because as much as I wanted to keep going like this, I wasn’t done exploring himotherways as much as I wanted yet.
“Why?” March leaned his head back, looked at me suspiciously, but he knew.
I smiled. “Why do you think?”
It took him only a second to make up his mind, and when he did, he moved so fast I giggled. He pulled me up and rolled on the bed of leaves he’d made for us, and then I was straddling him, and he was under me, and he was so beautiful it hurt.
I would draw him, I promised myself, because I was never-ever-reven going to forget this, no matter where we lived or what became of us after this. But for now, I pulledhis cock out of me gently, and relished the way he moaned my name. It was my turn to take my time, and I understood better whyhe’dwanted to before. I kissed his neck and his chest, licked every inch of him I could reach, and he tasted divine.
He tasted likemine.
When I reached his pelvis, his every muscle was locked tightly in anticipation. I ran my tongue on the lines of his abs, the V of his hips. My hands were around his shaft, and I slowly moved them up and down. They knew exactly how to move, how fast and how much pressure to apply, until I was sitting on my legs between his, and the smooth pink tip of his cock was right in front of my face.
So pretty,I thought.
March was looking at me, and when I saw the wonder on his face, my cheeks flushed. My tongue came out slowly, and I licked the tip of him while our eyes were still locked.
Creamy. Salty. So undeniablyMarchthat every inch of my skin rose in goose bumps. He tasted absolutely perfect.
Then I took him in my mouth all the way.
Some distant part of me that had been afraid I wouldn’t know what to do with him disappeared completely. It was easy. More than that—my tongue craved the feel of him against it, and the weight of him when he pressed against my throat was exactly right, too. I picked up the speed naturally, and the more I sucked on the tip of him, the louder he moaned, and the more the taste of him coated my tongue.
A minute in, my hair was in his fist, and he’d propped himself up on one elbow as he watched me like I was the most fascinating thing in the world. The closer he was to release, the harder he pulled at my hair.
When he came in my mouth, I knew exactly what it would be like, though I didn’t. The creamy texture of his cum slid down my throat with ease, and I swallowed as it came.While he whispered my name, he threw his head back, released my hair and pushed his hips up, chasing the high.
I swallowed to the very last drop, and when he fell back on the bed of leaves with a heavy sigh, I felt so perfectlyaccomplishedit was ridiculous.
And I already wanted to do that again.
“I’m sorry, Velvet.”
I looked up at him as I fixed my tunic, entranced by the dance of the fairies that he’d brought to life again at my request.
“What for?” I dragged myself closer to where he sat watching me, resting his back against the wall covered in green. The cocoon he’d made for us still wrapped us in almost all the way into a circle, but we could still see the lantern through the opening.
“That night I was in your room,” he said, and my stomach twisted because I already knew exactly what he meant. “I went through your things. I searched your clothes, your bags. I shouldn’t have.”
“I remember,” I whispered, resting my head on his shoulder, and he immediately wrapped an arm around mine. Like that, we were both leaning against the wall, sitting on a bed of leaves, the stars over the canopy winking at us still.
The fairies danced and danced.
“You didn’t deserve that. I’m sorry.” A kiss on my forehead that I felt all the way to my curled toes.
