I was shaking by the time he made it back up, kissing his way toward my chest from my belly button, muttering praiseunder his breath about how I tasted, how I was more delicious than cake, how he could live off my pussy forever. My bra was still on—until it ended up on the floor together with the rest of my clothes, and then March took my nipple between his teeth and bit.
Everything started again from the very beginning for me, as if I had been starving for his touch for ages. My hands were in his hair, and I pulled his head down deeper, whispered his name and moved my hips up like a savage—but I wasn’t embarrassed in the least. On the contrary—I was willing to do anything to havemore.
Luckily March didn’t make me wait.
When he had enough of playing with my breasts, with his hands and his mouth and his teeth, he kissed his way up my neck and to my lips, and fell over me, right between my legs. His pants were still on, and my hands were pushing them down, trying to free his cock as fast as possible, convinced that if I didn’t feel him inside meright now,I wouldn’t survive the minute.
March let me, planted kisses all over my face as he leaned up to give me space.
Finally, his cock was in my hands again—and I didn’t stop to think at all. Instead, I pressed the tip of him to my clit and moved my hips up, and it felt so good my eyes rolled back. Whatever had taken over me, whoever I was in those moments, I liked it. Ilovedit. I wanted so much more.
And I took it.
I played with him, pressed his cock down my folds, brought his tip to my entrance, teased myself in a way that blew my own mind.
All the while March moaned and squeezed his eyes shut and hissed like he was in pain.
Until I slowly inched my hips up and took him inside me all the way.
I was so wet there was no hesitation, no interruptions. He slid inside me with such ease, it was like helivedin me. Like he was indeed made for me, and I for him.
We froze in place, March and I, for a good moment, chest to chest, forehead to forehead, our lips pressed, our breaths tangled—connected in every way. Mind and heart, body and soul. We were really one.
Then he framed my face with his hands gently, leaned back a little bit, eyes wide with wonder.
“Does it hurt?” he whispered in half a voice.
I shook my head, mouthedno,but my vocal cords didn’t work to say it out loud. There was no pain—only pressure. And pleasure. So much pleasure…
Then March began to move.
My eyes rolled back again. The way the length of him pressed against my walls was incredible. I forgot my own name, and his, and the whole world while he picked up the pace with each thrust and pressed into me harder.
My legs spread wider, and my hips met his halfway with such precision, it was like we were tangled in a dance we’d rehearsed a hundred times. The faster we went, the higher the pleasure climbed. His name was every breath I exhaled, and my arms were wrapped tightly around his neck. His lips never stopped kissing mine, and my jaw, and my face for a second.
I came for the second time, and somehow it was better than the first. March was inside me and the world could be burning for all we knew, but nothing mattered more than the way he said my name, the way he crushed me to his chest, the way he held me and moaned when he came, too, just seconds after.
I was a pile of goo on the cot bed, undone by the intensity of that pleasure, and my heart beat so fast so hard, it shook my entire body.
I was still blinking lazily, a smile stretching my lips as I raced to catch my breath, and March wrapped his arms tightly around me. There were so many things I wanted to say, but I didn’t know the words for them yet. I doubted they even existed—it was things youfelt,too big for words. Far too deep.
It was a while before we caught our breath, before our hearts stopped trying to break our ribcages, before we settled into the most comfortable silence I had ever heard—me with my head over his chest, him with his hands all over my body, playing with my hair, my skin, my fingers.
My eyes drifted closed slowly, his heartbeat the most beautiful melody playing right into my ear.
And March said, “Three times.” Murmured it against my hair.
I barely raised my head a little. “Hmm?”
“I’ve fallen in love with you three times, even if I don’t remember the first two.” I fell on his chest again, with a smile and a sigh and a sudden need to cry—happy tears, not sad. “But this one…” His voice trailed off for a tick, and I held my breath as if my body already knew what he’d say…
“This one I’m keeping forever.”
There.That was exactly what I thought, put into words.
Love,he said, and I wasn’t surprised, and I wasn’t suspicious. It sounded exactly right.
“When this is over,” I muttered against his skin, eyes closed already, sleep tugging at me a little harder with every passing second. But I said, “When this is over and we get our memories back, I’ll keep all three times forever, for the both of us.”
