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March’s hand was between our bodies, squeezing my breasts, playing with my nipples, while he thrust his hips against me at a steady rhythm. I met him halfway each time, and I could no longer tell whose moans were louder, but those damn panties were still in my way.
Even so, he took his time, touched every inch of me before he slipped that hand lower.
“Let go, Ora,” he said, before I realized my ankles were locked too tightly around him, and he couldn’t get to my panties that way. I moaned in complaint—couldn’t he just push them to the side?
A chuckle and parts of my heart melted away. “Do you want to go back to your room?”
Holy Hour. “No!” I said so fast, he laughed.
“Then be a good girl and let go.”
“But—”stay,I wanted to say, and he didn’t even let me. He leaned back and grabbed my face in his hand.
“I’m not going anywhere, beautiful,” he whispered, then pulled my bottom lip between his teeth and sucked.
My legs unlocked from around his hips reluctantly, only because I believed him. We weren’t done yet, not even close. I let go and he rewarded me with a bone-chilling kiss that touched me all the way to my heart. Then he continued downward, to my neck and collarbone, to my breasts. He settled between my legs and took a moment to make himself comfortable, like what he was about to do next wasveryimportant. It certainly felt like it to me. Every kiss and every flick of his tongue over my nipples brought me closer to a feeling I knew well, a feeling I craved with all of me. I tried to keep my eyes open, tried to see exactly what he was doing, to see the look in his eyes as he tasted me, bit and kissed and sucked to his heart’s desire, but the feeling became more intense with every passing second. I cried out his name, begged him to come up here, but he didn’t break his rhythm at all. He moved lower and lower, kissing his way to my belly button, grazing my skin with his teeth—slowly when he felt like it, then fast.
When he settled between my legs, he put my thighs over his shoulders, muttering under his breath about how much he’d been looking forward to this, about how he’d dreamed about this each night.
“It’s easy,” he whispered, pulling my wet panties to the side as he planted kisses all over my thighs, and I held onto the sheets for dear life. He brought his tongue to my center, then licked up my wet folds, all the way up to my clit. My hips shot up as I cried out his name, but he already had a hand around my hips to hold me down.
“So fucking easy to imagine the taste of your sweetness, to lose myself in the memory of you when I’m alone.” His finger pressed against my center and I stayed perfectly still for a tick, waiting… “You have no idea how easy it is to come when I’m thinking about your beautiful pussy, the taste of you, the sound of you—fuck.” He closed his mouthover my clit, sucked and bit and licked furiously all of a sudden.
That my soul didn’t leave my body was a miracle.
“Please, March, please,” I begged, and my hands had somehow ended up in his hair, and I kept pushing him down on me, but he was too strong. He wanted to be in control, wanted to set his own pace, wanted to make me squirm the way he liked, so he wasn’t fazed by my begging at all.
“You’re my wildest dreams come true,” he muttered, and I barely heard him over my screams. “Sweet as cake, smooth as velvet.Mhm…” Heateme like I really was the tastiest thing he’d ever tried, and at this point I stopped screaming, too. I was paralyzed, so focused on what he was doing with his lips, with his tongue, how he sucked on my clit, how he played with my folds with his fingers and his tongue, like he was trying to create a fucking symphony with his movements.
If only I had access to my voice right now, I’d give him the most beautiful melody, but I was too busy waiting for the fall. I was too busy holding onto his hair, taking everything he was giving to me, coming undone little by little—and then all at once.
I came so hard it was like the world exploded, burst in space, became undone the same as me. Shots of electricity ran up and down me, and in that second that was as short as a beat and as long as an eternity, I thought I wasnevergoing to be whole again.
But when I came down, fell on the bed, was aware of my surroundings, of March kissing between my thighs—Iwas. I’d let go of his hair and spread my arms out on the bed, my body completely relaxed, my muscles weak in the best possible way, a lazy smile stretching my lips.
I already couldn’t wait to do feel all of that again.
March wason top of me, naked. I was, too. My panties were gone—I didn’t care where, only that they weren’t on me. Only that his hard cock was pressed against my folds, smooth, warm, ready. As ready as I was to feelmore-more-more, regardless that I’d come just moments ago.
Then he said, “This okay?”
I almost rolled my eyes. “Yes—and for all futurethis okays, the answer isyes.”
He grinned and my heart squeezed. “Good to know.”
“Don’t stop, Heartling. I want all of it.” And maybe my cheeks were too hot to touch right now, but I said the words and that was all that mattered.
“Wasn’t planning to,” he said as he planted kisses all over my face. “You’re going to have everything you want from me.”
When he said this, I could have sworn he sounded sad—but the fire in his eyes hadn’t faded a bit.
“It’s going to hurt,” he told me, and I nodded—I knew it would. I had friends and I had cousins. I’d been subjected to too much information from at least three people in the past three years, and now I was glad for it. I was glad for every story, because I felt a little better that I knew what to expect.
“Not for long, though,” I said—a reminder to myself, too.
“No, not for long.” A kiss on the tip of my nose, and one on my forehead. “We’ll take it slow.”
