Then he went lower, kissed down my chest, and my hands gripped fistfuls of his hair just as his mouth closed around my breast.
Time’s Teeth, I was moving like a savage. My back arched and I whispered his name and I tried to rub against his cock,but he didn’t let me. Too far, and the way he was licking and biting on my nipples kept me in place, too.
I wanted to keep looking, to see what he was doing to me with my own eyes, to understand his moans and the reactions of my body, but it was impossible. My head fell back and my eyes rolled in my skull, and the only thing I could focus on was his lips and teeth and tongue.
March stayed there for a little while, kissed and licked every inch of my breasts to his heart’s desire, then moved lower. The sounds that left me were animalistic at best, but his were pretty much the same. His lips fell down my stomach, to my belly button, and below.
He had to force my legs to unlock from around him because I was no longer in control of my own body—hewas. And when he hooked his fingers around my leggings and underwear, he paused and looked at me.
I knew what he was going to say before he said it—this okay?
And to preserve his life—only because I needed it right now—I said, “Yes! Don’t you dare stop!”
A smile curled his lips as he pulled my leggings off all the way. The panic that rose in me all of a sudden was no threat to the pleasure that had invaded every inch of my body. March moved so fast, threw away my clothes and got off the bed, kneeled on the floor in front of me.
I didn’t even have a moment to protest, to askwhy aren’t you taking your clothes off, too?!because he grabbed me by the hips and dragged me closer, put my feet over his shoulders again, and bit the inside of my thigh.
I cried out, surprised and aroused at the same time. He then kissed and licked the same spot he’d bitten like he was trying to make up for it.
He shouldn’t have bothered.
“March, what are you…” my voice trailed off when I propped up on my elbows to see better, and found him looking at me like he was in awe. His arms were under my legs, one hand around my hips, the other caressing my pelvis, my thigh, inching closer and closer to my clit.
“Just give me a second,” he whispered, and his warm breath fell on my wet folds. It was like I was electrified all of a sudden, and my hips would have moved if he hadn’t been holding me down. “I’ve thought about this so many times. I’ve imagined you spread out before meso manytimes…”
I held onto the sheets for dear life as he moved closer and closer, and without ever looking away, he stuck out his tongue and licked my clit.
Here I thought I knew what it meant to be alive before. I hadn’t had the slightest clue ifthishad existed all along.
A moan and a growl rolled into one came out of him. “It’s the first time reality looks better than my fantasies—you know that?” I heard the grin in his voice even before I saw it. Before he pressed a kiss right on my folds. “You have the most beautiful pussy in the realm.”
Sparetime save me, I was going to pass out from the sudden embarrassment that took over me.
But then March dove in, pressed his tongue flat against my clit, and he didn’t raise his head again.
I fell on the bed, the embarrassment quickly forgotten. Whatever he was doing to me, I barely had time to breathe. I didn’t even scream, didn’t moan, couldn’t think of what it meant to have a voice. But my hands found their way to his hair and I held his head down, like I was afraid he’d move away.
He didn’t, though. March was very thorough, it seemed, and the moment he brought a finger down my folds, then added a little pressure right there at my entrance, I came undone.
Seconds—quite possibly not even a full minute—and Iwas whispering his name, the orgasm ripping through me like lightning. My eyes were closed and my heart was racing, and March remained with his face on my pussy while I slowly fell down on the bed again, rocking to the sides like a feather.
For the first time in forever, every inch of me was fully alive.
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My juices were kind of sweet.
I knew this because March’s lips were coated with it still when he came up on the bed and kissed me.
“Is it too much to ask to let me do that to you every day, every hour, every minute?”
My eyes squeezed shut, and now that my body had calmed down somewhat, I felt the full power of the embarrassment, and my cheeks became red-hot instantly.
“I think it is,” I muttered since my eyes were closed, his face in my hands, our lips touching.
We lay on the bed sideways. We hadn’t bothered to go to the pillow. His bicep was much more comfortable, anyway. And he was naked from the hips up.
“That was the best thing I’ve ever tasted in my life. Seriously—wow.”
