“I don’t want slow.”
That sound again. His chuckle was my favorite melody. “Notthatslow.” And he pressed his hips down on me.
I moaned. I raised my own. I locked my legs around his hips, stuck my tongue in his mouth.
Like that, we started moving, faster the heavier we breathed, the rhythm of our bodies perfect, like we were made from the same beats. I was ready to jump over the edge less than two minutes in, and I couldn’t get enough of touching him, feeling him, kissing him with my whole being.
Then March reached his hand between us again, grabbed his cock and brought the tip to my clit.
Our eyes closed. Our muscles locked at the same time. Even our moans sounded the same.
Something about knowing he was as affected by this as I was. Something about the soft whisper my name came out of those lips with.
March leaned back for a second and looked at me, the question clear in his eyes—this okay?—but he didn’t ask it. He already had my answer.
That’s why he moved his cock lower, slid the tip down my folds until he found my entrance, and stopped there.
My body went fuckingwild.I was moving, pushing myself up, trying to take him in deeper—and I’d never done this before, yet my body knew exactly what felt good, what it wanted.
Until March, moaning, with my bottom lip between his teeth and his eyes squeezed shut, thrust himself forward.
The pain was sharp and it came all at once. My muscles locked down and I sucked in a deep breath—fuck!
“Breathe with me, beautiful,” March whispered, both his hands on the sides of my face. “Take my lip. Bite as hard as you need.” He kissed me, and I did exactly as he said, took his lip between my teeth and breathed.
“It’s almost over,” he whispered. “Almost over…”
Then he thrust his hips again.
This time the pain was even sharper. I moaned and I bit on his lip, and squeezed my eyes shut while I held onto his shoulders with all my strength. It felt like I was sliced open,like I was on fire and freezing down there at the same time, and the pain was indeed all-consuming.
Thank Time it didn’t last.
“It’s over,” March whispered as well as he could because his lip was still between my teeth. “It’s over, it’s over—breathe…”
I did. I breathed and I licked his lip and I tasted blood on my tongue. I must have bitten too hard.
“You’re bleeding,” I breathed, perfectly disoriented still, not entirely sure what to think or feel or expect.
“Don’t you worry aboutme.”He pressed his forehead to mine. “Do you feel me?”
“I…” Closing my eyes, I focused on my body again, on the feeling between my legs, andI did.I did feel him inside me clearly—a foreign object inside my body. It was right there.
Holy Hour, I just lost my virginity.
Heat on my cheeks. Reality slammed onto me, and a smile crept up my lips. “I do.”
“Does it still hurt?” March asked, and I shook my head a little. It didn’t hurt at all right now—I justfelthim.
He kissed my lips slowly. “It might when I move again. Are you okay?”
“I’m okay.” I was better than okay, in fact.
“Remember to bite as hard as you need,” he whispered, and brought his lips to mine again a second before he moved out of me just a little, then thrust forward again.
It did hurt, and I did brace myself, stuck my fingernails into his shoulders, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as the before. I didn’t need to bite his lips, only kissed him as he moved slowly, gently, his bodyshakingas he held himself up by the shoulders, and held himself back from moving too fast.
“Fuck, Ora, fuck,” he whispered as he came inside me all the way again, this time pressing himself a little harder, and Icried out, the pleasure twice what it was when his mouth was on my pussy.
