He stepped in front of me again, slowly. Looked down at me with eyes so dark the reds in them looked like rubies. His cheeks were flushed, too, and the way he looked at my lips…
“Get on your knees,” he said, his voice dark, hoarse, like he was suddenly parched.
The voices in my head that wanted me to panic were drowned completely by the throbbing between my legs when I lookeddownat him.
I fell on my knees ungracefully, but there was only so much control over my body I had left.
March’s hands were on my hair, and he pushed it back, caressed it, touched my cheeks while I closed my eyes, and breathed and was breathless at the same time.
“Pull my bottoms off,” was his next order, and it was easier to obey from down here. Easier when I wanted to see him completely naked so badly I momentarily forgot where I even was.
My hands shook when I hooked my fingers on his waistband, and I didn’t hesitate for a second. I pulled them down as carefully as I could so as not to hurt him, then let them fall to the floor.
A gasp escaped me, and I brought my hand to my mouth too late to stop it.
Holy Hour—he was naked and huge andperfect!
“Damn it, Ora, you’re making this really hard for me,” said March, and it was much too difficult to tear my eyes off the perfectly smooth skin of his cock, the pink tip, the thickness of him, the veins along the sides—but I managed. I looked at his face to find his grin had returned, and he had anew light in his eyes now, too. “See what you do to me already? Then you go and gasp like that.”
His hand on my hair grabbed a fistful and pulled. A whimper escaped me from the sudden pain, though it wasn’t much. But the growl that came out of him was animalistic.
March leaned down and pulled my head back by the hair until his eyes were right in front of mine, his tongue licking my lips before he bit them. I grabbed his face and tried to lean in, kiss him the way I needed, but he easily held me down. Instead he took one of my hands off his face, then slowly straightened up again.
Brought my hand right on his cock.
The surge of pleasure that ripped through me simply by wrapping my fingers around his cock was incredible.
Smooth. Hard. Pulsating.Fuck.
“I want to hear you whimpering like that again,” March said, still grabbing my wrist, moving my hand up and down his cock. I brought my other hand on him, too, eager to know every little inch of it already. His head fell back as he moaned. The sound of him was delicious, but I was on my knees in front of him, and my mouth was open, and my tongue was begging for a taste.
At that point I couldn’t even tell if I was embarrassed or not, didn’t care. I held onto his cock with both hands, and leaned in to kiss the tip of it.
“Fuck!” March breathed, and thrust his hips forward, and he filled my mouth all the way.
I whimpered, all right. I cried out when my tongue pressed against the smooth shaft. I gagged when the tip of him pressed against my throat, too, and even though I had no idea what I was doing, I was somehow hungry for more.
So when March pulled back his hips to give me room to breathe, I leaned forward and took him in my mouth again, almost halfway.
His moans became my melody. His hand in my hair pushed and pulled me to give me rhythm. His hips moved just slightly, too, and his other hand wrapped under my chin, his thumb caressing my cheek as he slowly fucked my mouth. I took every inch eagerly.
Tears in my eyes when I gagged the third time, but I was getting used to the feeling so quickly. I wanted more, so much more, wanted to stay on my knees like this for hours just to hear him whispering my name. Just to feel his smoothness against my tongue, his urge in the way he thrust his hips a little faster by the second.
Then March pulled all the way out of my mouth, and I whimpered again, this time in protest. I blinked fast and my tears slipped down my cheeks. He caught a few with his thumbs, then grabbed his cock in his own hand, and brought it to my lips. Traced them with the tip of him as he watched, like he really was possessed.
“Perfect. That’s fucking perfect,” he whispered before he put his cock in my mouth again, and watched me suck as well as I knew how.
A moan louder than I’d ever heard from him, and suddenly he pulled out of my mouth again, fell to his knees, replaced his cock with his tongue. My arms wrapped around his neck instantly and I melted onto him.
“No more,” he muttered between kisses. “I won’t last another second. Get up.”
As much as I wanted to protest, tell him that I wanted to stay on my knees for him until sunrise, I did as he asked. He grabbed me instantly, pulled me up with both hands, and my legs wrapped around his hips like they were made for it. March never broke the kiss as he took us to the bed. I devoured his mouth, kissed him like I might die if I didn’t, because it really did feel like I would.
He leaned down slowly on the bed. I hung onto his neckand hips until my back was against it, didn’t let go until he fell on top of me.
His hard cock was against my soaked panties, his skin as hot as mine, and we were in his bed now.Finally.
The night was still young, but I already knew that it was about to become the best night of my life.
