Chapter 32
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 was very important.
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 mouth over 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…” He ate me 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 was never going to be whole again.
But when I came down, fell on the bed, was aware of my surroundings, of March kissing between my thighs—I was. 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 was on 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 feel more-more-more, regardless that I’d come just moments ago.
Then he said, “This okay?”
I almost rolled my eyes. “Yes—and for all future this okays, the answer is yes.”
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.”
“I don’t want slow.”
That sound again. His chuckle was my favorite melody. “Not that slow.” 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 fucking wild. 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 about me.” 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, and I 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 just felt him.
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 body shaking as 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 I cried out, the pleasure twice what it was when his mouth was on my pussy.
“Talk to me. Tell me if I hurt you,” he whispered, and his movement became a little faster, a little more desperate.
As much as I wanted to touch him, explore him, feel the smoothness of his skin, the best I could do was hold on.
“You’re not hurting me. Keep…keep going,” I breathed. “Don’t stop.”
He bit my jawline, kissed every inch of my skin he could reach. “I’m not going to last long,” he said, except I was already this close to falling again, and I had my arms spread out wide, waiting to see how much more pleasure my body was capable of handling. “I want to come inside you so badly…”
My eyes squeezed shut, fingernails dug deeper into his skin, and I didn’t know why the idea gave even more color to everything I was already feeling. The thought of him actually coming while we did this…
“Yes,” I breathed, practically begged. “Yes, March…”
“Have you taken the—”
“Yes!” I cut him off. Mother had put me on the yearly medication to prevent unwanted pregnancy since the day I turned sixteen.
March moaned and thrust himself so deep inside me I felt him all the way to my core.
My legs were locked around his hips and he could barely move out of me halfway.
As strange as it was to feel him inside me like that, it also got better and better with each thrust. The pressure, the heat, the way he slid in and out of me so easily—it was magic.
Our bodies were made for this, and the deeper inside me he came, the louder he moaned, the higher he took me.
Until he came.
I felt it, felt the way he threw himself into that last thrust, the way he held himself inside me, the way he whispered my name and held onto my shoulders, pulling me down on his cock.
To see his face, his eyes squeezed shut, his bloody lips swollen and parted, and to feel him pulsating like that against me was the last push I needed.
I came screaming his name, moving frantically against him, my body trying to take him in deeper while he pressed his hips down on me harder.
I’d never once pictured losing my virginity or being with a boy like this, but it was perfect.
So much more than anything I could have imagined, and I knew it was because of March.
Not just because of the way he felt, but the way he handled me, the way he kissed me, the way he made every touch and every thrust about me first.
I sank into the bed again like falling on clouds, and we were still wrapped in each other’s arms, still breathing heavily, still whispering each other’s names every now and again.
I was right—it was the best night of my life already, because of the pleasure, but more so because of the connection I felt, like a click, like a lock turning somewhere inside my chest. No matter what happened the next day or the next year, I was never going to be the same.