I whispered his name, raised to my knees as much as he let me to give him better access to my breasts, lost in ecstasy as I pushed and pulled at his hair, moved my hips, searching for friction. He must have known because he brought a hand between my legs and touched me over my leggings, driving me close to the brink lightning fast.
But I needed more.
I wanted all of him one more time, no matter what the future was going to look like. I didn’t even care what would happen to us in the last trial—I wanted to live in this more than ever before. So I pulled up his shirt and took it off him, then pushed him down on the bed again so I could look at him, touch him, memorize his every detail with my mouth.
His hands were in my hair. He pulled and pushed mewhichever way he liked, held me in place where he needed as I licked every inch of his chest, bit and sucked to leave marks as best as I could. I didn’t even understand where this need toclaimhim came from, but I had no desire to control it when the taste of his skin was made for my tongue. Time’s Teeth, he was perfection—and that’s even before I went lower.
I pulled his sweatpants and underwear down at once while I kissed around his belly button, and the tip of his hard cock touched my nipple as I moved. The sensation was so incredible, soelectric,I cried out.
When I grabbed him in both my hands, March pulled at my hair harder but held me in place, raised up his head and watched me playing.
I played with the tip of his cock and my breasts to my heart’s desire. There was no room for embarrassment, for any thought other than the fact that he was mine, at least for tonight, all mine to do with as I pleased, and I planned to make every second count.
March called out my name and hissed and cussed and moaned, and he loved every second of what I was doing to his cock, too. He felt so smooth and hot against my nipples—something I’d never even thought to imagine before I met him. I looked down, too, wanting to commit the sight of it to memory for later, but the moment I saw his cock in my hands, between my breasts, pressing against my nipples, I decided I wanted it in my mouth more.
I pushed myself lower. March let go of my hair reluctantly, grabbed his own as he watched me with his lips parted, chanting my name like it was his mantra. I settled between his legs and took him in my hand again, held him up and licked the tip of him slowly. My eyes were half-closed only because I wanted to see the look on his face as he watched me. I might have only done this once before but the way March reacted was my map. I knew exactly where I wasgoing, when to slow down and when to speed up judging by his moans and his thrusts, and I absolutely adored the taste of him.
The hard, smooth surface of his cock slid down my tongue so perfectly. I kissed and licked his tip, worked my fists up and down the base of him, too. March lost more and more control by the second. And when I took him in deep, then came up again slowly while I sucked as much as my jaw allowed, he grabbed me by the hair and pulled up my head— “I’m going to come all over you,” he said, a little panicked.
I wanted that so badly.
“Don’t stop,” I breathed, but March shook his head, pulled at my hair tightly, didn’t let me move yet.
“Touch yourself,” he whispered in that thick, dark voice. “Take off your clothes and touch yourself first.”
Just the idea of it had me trembling. Heat on my cheeks, but I did exactly as he asked even if my hands were shaking. I pushed my leggings and my panties down my thighs, and March raised up on one elbow to see better, his hand still holding my hair. His eyes, bloodshot and swollen, were between my legs, and he watched intently as I reached for my clit.
My eyes closed, squeezed shut for a moment as my fingers slid down my soaked folds, and his name slipped out of my lips in a whisper.
A string of curse words slipped under his breath. He pulled at my hair harder the deeper my hand went between my legs—and when I moaned again as my fingers nudged my clit, he finally gave in and pushed my face down on his cock.
Bliss.
I had one hand on him, keeping him up, and the other between my legs, chasing the same rhythm. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt because I was in complete control here,both of my body and his. It made the pleasure hit twice as hard, until Iwas as close to the brink as I could get, too.
That’s when I stopped, took off my leggings and panties all the way, and climbed on top of him again. I was ready,neededhim inside me, needed to feel connected to him the way I had that night. I was also a little afraid it would hurt when he penetrated me again, but I’d gladly take the pain.
I sat on his hips, the length of him between my folds. He grabbed me by the hips and held me there for a moment, then moved me forward and backward slowly. My head fell back and my eyes rolled in my skull as the pleasure ripped throughout me. I let him move me like that for another moment, then raised on my shaking knees a little bit, and took him in my hands.
Holy Hour, he looked even bigger from up here, slick with my juices.
“Do you want to lie down?” March asked in a raspy voice, but I shook my head.
“Just let me take my time,” I whispered, and slowly lowered on the tip of him.
“Take as long as you need,” he said. “If I die, I’ll go a happy man.”
His grin made my heart squeeze extra hard. I smiled, too.
“You’re not going anywhere, Heartling. I’m not done with you yet.”
His expression turned serious instantly, a cross between anticipation and complete submission. “Fuck, Ora…”
I pushed my hips down, sat on him, and took him in halfway at once.
There was pain. A sharp pain sliced up my body, squeezed my limbs and filled me with panic, but it didn’t last. It was there one second, gone the next.
I gave my body time to adjust.
