Chapter 30 #2
My hands were on his chest, pushing him up, searching his smooth skin, the soft hair there shaped like a heart.
I moved lower and lower and he pushed himself higher and higher to give me room until my hands were on the button of his pants, then underneath his underwear, then wrapped tightly around the length of him.
March closed his eyes, stopped moving, pressed his forehead to mine with a hiss. But I continued to thrust my hips up as if jealous of my hands as they moved up and down the smooth skin of his cock. And I knew him, but I didn’t. And I remembered the sight of it but not quite.
Before I’d had enough time to play with him, he moved with a growl, pulled himself down lower, and my bottoms and panties ended up on the glass floor within seconds.
His mouth was on my pussy so fast I had to cover my own with both hands to keep the scream that ripped out of me to a minimum before we woke even Calren from his induced sleep.
Time’s Teeth, he was good. Better than good. He was phenomenal in the way he moved his tongue, pressed against my clit with just the right pressure, played with my folds, then pressed his fingers right into my center, and…
They slipped in with such ease my body locked up for a second.
Holy Hour, he had two fingers inside me all the way to his knuckles, and he met no resistance, and I felt no pain whatsoever. Yes, we’ve most definitely done this before—which wasn’t really a surprise.
What was shocking was how fast I came.
Impossible to hold back. I didn’t last more than a minute, if that. His tongue flicked over my clit and his fingers pumped in and out of me, and then his name was on my lips and there were fireworks going off in my mind and the world fell away as if it had never existed.
I was shaking by the time he made it back up, kissing his way toward my chest from my belly button, muttering praise under 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 have more.
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 me right 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. I loved it. 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 he lived in 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, mouthed no, 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 you felt, 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.”
His reply was a kiss on the top of my head.
I tried to hold onto the world for a little longer, just to memorize the feel of him, the sounds of him, the way his breathing slowed, and his body softened underneath me.
Because I wanted to carry this memory with me, too, to the Everstill, if we died tomorrow.
I prayed and prayed like I hadn’t since Jinx, that somehow, in some way, I got to keep this forever.
And somewhere along the prayers, I slept.