Chapter 39 #2
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 was going, 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 I was 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, needed him 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.
“Slowly,” March whispered, his hands on my hips to steady me because I was shaking still from the pleasure and the pain, my body still getting used to the sensations.
I breathed out and sat a little lower, felt the thickness of him against my walls clearly, and my pussy clenched on instinct. March closed his eyes and his head fell back like I’d just assaulted him, digging his fingers into my hips like he was trying to bruise me.
As I took him in deeper and deeper, I only felt a light throbbing in my center, until I sat on him all the way.
My eyes were closed. My fingernails dug into the skin of his stomach as I held myself upright. I took a second to just feel him, adjust to the size of him, accept him into my body.
It was the perfect moment.
The sky outside the windows had lightened up just a little bit, and the room was as dark and as illuminated as it needed to be, and March lay there in my bed, his skin glistening with sweat.
I was free. For a little while, I was free of any second that had ever claimed me, of the past and the future. Of the world.
Then March began to move me, slowly at first.
Little by little, my muscles began to unclench, and he came even deeper inside me somehow, and he slid so smoothly against my walls.
I kept expecting pain that first minute, kept trying to foresee when it would shoot up my body, but it didn’t come. In fact, the more I moved, and more my muscles relaxed, the better he felt. The more he belonged right there inside me.
It didn’t take long for our movements to become faster, more desperate, almost violent.
I jumped on his cock, sometimes up and down and sometimes forward and back, as March touched every inch of me he could reach, cupped my breasts and wrapped his hand around my neck as he thrust into me from below.
Then he sat up again, arms locked around my torso, pulling me onto him harder. My legs wrapped around him, ankles locked behind his hips, and my arms were tight around his neck as he moved me, faster by the second.
The friction, the feel of his body pressed to mine, the moans that filled my ears—it was all in perfect sync.
When I came, I felt like every cell of my body dissolved completely.
I was light as air, soft as a cloud, and I was rising and falling at the same time, reaching new heights and new depths as March called my name, continued to pull me down on his cock.
He didn’t last much longer, either, held onto me with all his strength as the pleasure took over him with the same intensity.
When he came down, he fell on the bed together with me, never loosening his grip around me for a second. We were both breathing heavily, both slick with sweat, our hearts beating as one. We held onto each other with all our remaining strength as the aftermath of the orgasm slowly faded away.
This was now the best night of my life, but I had a sneaky suspicion that the next time I was with March, that would become the new best night of my life, too.
If we ever were together again.
If life continued beyond the Labyrinth the way he said it would.
For a second there, two lives flashed before my eyes in an instant—one that found me all alone in the Court of Spades, and one that found me among thousands of people, Clockfolk and Timekeeper alike, in the heart of Neverwhen, hand in hand with March.
Would I have the courage to even think about actually moving away from my court for real? Leaving my home—my parents—my friends—Jinx’s memories behind?
The answer was so clear it scared me. So sudden.
I would.
“That was the best night of my life,” March whispered in my ear, only I didn’t have the nerve to even say, same. “Yet,” he added, and I just knew the same thoughts ran through his head. Identical to mine.
There really was no need for words, so I raised my head a little and kissed his lips, melted on him all over again.
March was smiling like he’d never done before, eyes closed, face relaxed.
He looked…happy. Purely happy.
“We’re going to be okay,” he told me, like he knew the battles that were just beginning to rage in my mind now that the high had let me down.
I smiled, too, kissed his chin and his nose. “How do you even know?”
“Because you’re in my head, Ora Reese. I see you there every time I close my eyes, sitting by that lake, breathing.
Existing.” A grin. “In my wildest fantasies, I like to imagine you’re waiting for me—but regardless.
” He kissed my lips long and hard. “As long as you’re in my head and I’m in yours, we can never lose each other. We’re going to be just fine.”
Maybe I was a fool, or far too naive for this place, but I believed him.