Of course, all this thinking about feeling March’s muscles move against me reminded me that it had been months since I had had sex. The survival aftermath, the very real image before me, and the thoughts my fantasy supplied woke my libido up enough to make me let out with a small moan that was part desire and part embarrassment.
“Are you okay?”
“What?” March’s question caught me off guard. Why is he asking that? Did he notice that I was turned on? He couldn’t have. I hope he didn’t.
“Did I hurt you?” He gave me an odd look, and I must have blushed because his confusion deepened.
Oh! My ankle! Oops.
“No,” I answered finally, and truthfully. I hadn’t felt a thing. “I’m fine.”
“It’s the best I could do with what we have on hand,” he said as he nodded to my foot. “Just try not to move it too much.”
I peered down to see that he had my ankle wrapped up fairly well in the strips of his shirt. A small experimental flex told me that it would hold as long as I did as he suggested. I looked back to his face and gave him a smile.
“Thanks.”
Silence fell between us. I had expected March to get up, go take care of the wolves’ corpses or something. He had already cleaned his sword, or so I assumed that was what he had done earlier. Instead, he remained where he was beside me. It was almost as if he couldn’t decide what he should do. I could had been mistaken, but for the first time since I’d met him, March seemed indecisive.
I had enough of us dancing around each other and the elephant in the room. Maybe it was presumptuous of me, but I was willing to bet he was as attracted to me as I was to him. If he weren’t going to do anything about it then by damn, I would.
With that smile still on my face I reached out to touch my palm to his face. I had just enough time to feel the slight stubble of his beard before he pulled away.
“Don’t,” I said as my hand grabbed for his shoulder.
His brows creased down into a frown as he turned his head away. March didn’t look angry. It was similar to how someone would look when they didn’t want to talk about a painful subject.
“You don’t know what you’re doing.”
Even his voice sounded different. Quieter, more uncertain.
“Yes,” I said firmly. “I do.”
His frown deepened as he shook his head. “It isn’t right.”
With any other guy this would have been laughable. Wasn’t it supposed to be the girl who played coy? With March, I didn’t want to hear excuses. I just wanted him.
“Look,” I said. “I don’t know what you are, but you saved my life twice. That’s good enough for me.”
Something about what I said brought his attention back to me. He looked a little surprised, but it changed to concern as soon as his eyes settled on my face.
“You don’t know me.” His voice was almost a whisper, as if he were running out of protests.
“I know enough.”
This time I didn’t give him a chance to pull away. I reached out for him with both hands. The gesture made me lurch forward. March was either concerned I would fall from the couch or wanted this as much as I did since he caught me with his hands around my waist. My hands had bracketed his face, and I leaned in to kiss him.
That familiar spark of a first kiss exploded in my chest. It was exciting, new. I always felt there was something magical with that first taste of someone. Whether it was purely physical or with my heart involved, it could never be recreated.
I had that moment literally in my hands. The taste of March was much like his scent. Wood smoke and black pepper. It was like nothing I had experienced with the other men in my past. There had always been a salty quality with them. With March, it was exotic. Unique. I wanted more and made that known through the kiss. I welcomed his lips with my own but encouraged more with light touches of my tongue and teeth.
Based solely on what I knew of his personality and his massive form I expected his kiss to be rough, demanding. But he wasn’t. He was eager enough, and he’d obviously stopped fighting against this, but he matched me in desire, urgency, and curiosity. His tongue explored the inner lines of my lips. It tickled in a way that made me squirm, but not because I didn’t like it. My body had a perfectly good idea of what that would feel like lower on my body. I moved my hands to his shoulders to pull him even closer. He must have had the same idea because he pulled me down a bit on the couch by the waist.
His shirt was gone, but mine was still in the way. I had the thought to pull back to take it off, but the next thing I knew, March had moved his kiss to my neck. I suddenly knew what that touch of his tongue felt like in other, more sensitive areas, and the thrill of it pulled a gasp from me that parted my lips.
My body arched toward his of its own accord. I wanted more of him. So much more, but he seemed content to tease me with those light touches of tongue and teeth. Little nips below my ear made me shudder, and the bastard dared to let out with a quiet growl of a chuckle. He knew how much he teased me.
Jerk!
In retaliation, my nails dug against the flesh of his arms just enough to let him know they were there.
March pulled back. For a moment, I thought he was going to stop, leave me in a state that even a cold shower wouldn’t help. Instead, he grabbed my shirt by the hem then hauled it up over my head. Before I could even try for it, his fingers flicked my bra clasp open. It too was pulled off then tossed to God knew where. I didn’t care. I forgot all about clothing or the chill in the air as March placed his mouth around my nipple on my left breast. His heated breath warmed my skin while the tip of his tongue toyed with the tender nub. By now my heartbeat had escalated, along with my breathing, and I was certain he could feel my pulse for being so close to the source.
Ever since I laid eyes on him, I wanted to know what his hair felt like. Now that I had that opportunity, I didn’t waste it. While he nipped, kissed, and teased at my breast, I cupped the back of his head and sunk my fingers into his dark brown locks. It was softer than I expected. The thickness came from quantity instead of texture. His hair had a silky feel that was beyond anything I could achieve with my own no matter how many products I put in it.
A part of me that could still think made note to ask what he used on it.
Later.
Much later.
Right now, his mouth and tongue were holding all of my attention as they played around one nipple then moved to the other as if he were curious if it tasted different than the other. I didn’t care about the reason. I just thoroughly enjoyed the sensation.
I don’t know when he did it, but at some point, he’d gotten my jeans undone. The next thing that I knew, they were removed along with my panties. He was cautious with the injured ankle. I didn’t feel so much as a twinge, but that could have been from the delicious distraction he created with his fingers between my legs.
I was so wet already, so hot that his fingers were just a few degrees cooler. Their touch made me jerk for that difference, but also in surprise for the bolt of pleasure that shot through me. My back arched again which forced my pelvis into his hand in a blatant plea for more attention. I could feel the laugh he gave in response to my unspoken appeal more than heard it. It was a warm rumble against my flesh before he returned to my neck.
“What do you want?” he asked.
The question was more of a demand in a quiet growl under my ear.
I had to swallow against a throat gone dry before I could even attempt to answer. Just when I would have replied his finger pressed against my clit. Instead of words all that came from me was a whimpering moan. It made him chuckle again then repeat himself.
“What do you want?”
This time his fingertip made a clockwise circle. Slowly. Too slowly. Every brief little touch brought out a shudder from me that could have been mistaken for a convulsion.
“This?” he asked. “Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”
He had one of my arms pinned. I
grabbed at his arm, the one that was currently tormenting me. Delightfully so, but all the same. It became apparent that he wasn’t going to do anything more than tease me until I answered him. That in itself was a thrill. It was a sense of being powerless, of not being in control, but at the same time I knew he wanted to expose me, bring out a part of me that no one usually saw. The vulnerability of my desire laid bare asked for a lot of trust, but I did. I trusted him. If I didn’t, we wouldn’t be where we were.
“Inside,” I finally managed to get out. “I want your fingers inside me.” As if to prove that, I pushed my pelvis down against his hand again.
I could feel him grin against my neck before he placed a gentle kiss to my skin. “You don’t want all of me inside you?” But as requested, he slid a finger inside me.
I gasped at the sensation.
“Not yet.”
My answer either surprised or pleased him. Maybe both. He didn’t say anything, just moved his finger inside me, curling his fingertip each time he pulled outward. The gesture created a fantastic pressure that made my head drop back. More of my neck was exposed for him to explore with teeth and tongue. In time, a second finger joined the first to fill me up more and engage more nerves. The thrusts and retractions came faster until my ragged breathing contained small cries of want.
Desire no longer had a place here. It was too delicate a word, too dignified a feeling. We were well past that into more primal needs. At least, I was. Before, I had been curious what attention from March would be like. Now I wanted to know everything he could do to me. Sure, I could use a good fucking right this moment, but that would come. I wanted the full experience, not just the quick ride.
I don’t know what changed, but once again March pulled back. He removed his fingers, which made me open my eyes.
How dare he.
I was outraged, left naked and wanting. That all changed to a satisfied grin when I saw him put his fingers into his mouth. The look he gave me was all heat and hunger. He wanted me. I didn’t need to see the bulge in his pants to know that. March slid his hands under my thighs, nudged my legs far apart, and kissed my exposed folds.
Oh, God!
I knew how warm his breath was from when he’d toyed with my nipples, but this was a fire that didn’t burn. It joined and stoked my own. He grazed his teeth across my clit as he forced his tongue inside me. It was amazing. He flicked the roof just inside. I huffed out a sound in time with each touch. But then he gave a firm lick to my clit. My whole body spasmed, but this time when I cried out it was from pain. I bumped my injured ankle against the couch. I like a little pain once in a while with my sex, but not like that.
March pulled away which drew another cry from me, this time of frustration. No way would I let one stupid sprained ankle end what we had started.
“Hang on,” I growled then shifted on the couch.
He stopped from moving and picked me up off the couch in one smooth motion.
“What are you—”
“Just shut up,” he interrupted.
He made certain I went silent by kissing me again. This one was urgent, more involved, and exploratory. I tasted myself on his lips and tongue but didn’t mind. In fact, it just reassured me that this was real, actually happening. There could have been a good chance that he would have used my ankle as an excuse to stop our play. I was glad he didn’t. I wanted him, and judging by his kiss, he wanted me just as much. This wasn’t a give and take, not something to just make me feel better.
His hands were around my waist again, and I was forced to wrap my legs around him. I was mindful of my ankle and supported it with the other leg. Just as I had imagined days ago, I loved the feeling of him between my legs. We seemed to fit even though he was so much taller than me. I wanted to know how well we fit together, but I wasn’t sure where he was carrying me to.
I hopped the bedroom. But, I wasn’t sure the bed would be any better than the couch. There would be more room, sure, but my leg could still flail.
It didn’t take long for me to get my answer when my back was placed against the wall. March crouched down enough to put my legs over his shoulders. When he straightened, he lifted me with him. I laughed a little at his solution, but my amusement became a gasp. He hefted me up a little more with his hands under my ass, and once more his mouth was on me, licking, nibbling, and thrusting with his tongue.
My head pressed back against the wall as I sucked in breaths. My heart pounded against my chest. It was a good thing he was strong, or my legs might have hurt his neck for as much as they twitched and tightened whenever he touched me exactly right with his tongue.
My fingers threaded into his hair in encouragement. Every so often they curled, his locks clenched in my fists. I had to forcibly loosen my grip so I wouldn’t hurt him, but not once did he even flinch. He just continued to work at my clit and entrance with faster and faster laps of his tongue.
It wasn’t long before I could feel myself approaching that peak. No man had brought me to a climax with such litter effort before, but March was doing just that. He seemed to realize that as well since he focused on whatever made me react the most. My orgasm drew a shout from deep inside me. Absolute pleasure pulsed in time with my heartbeat throughout my body, radiating from my groin. I could feel my inner walls contract at regular intervals as I rode that wave of ecstasy for as long as possible.
I hadn’t had to worry about absorbing as much as I could from my climax. At some point while I was lost to ultimate pleasure, March had undone his pants to release his erection. The next thing I knew he had my legs pulled around his sides as he guided himself into me. Once inside, he supported my legs with his hands under my thighs then slowly thrusted into me.
I was stretched, almost painfully so. It had been a while, and my last boyfriend definitely didn’t have March’s girth. Maybe March could tell, and that was why he’d brought me to orgasm before we moved on to this. I was wet enough now to receive him and judging by the feel of my pelvis against his, he was in all the way.
Whatever.
I would worry about any sort of tearing later. Right now, it felt so good to be as filled as I was, to be pinned against the wall and fucked.
March hunched enough to claim my mouth with his in a kiss that was taken, not given. I didn’t mind. He could take whatever he wanted right as long as he kept thrusting into me like he was. His withdraw was more like a bow being drawn, energy created for him to use when he pushed back into me. He found a rhythm that suited us both, a metronome of mutual pleasure. I had to break the kiss so I could breathe, and he just moved his lips to my neck. I lifted my chin to give him better access, knowing I would be rewarded with more delightful sensations.
In time, even he had to stop kissing me in order to draw breath. He had his forehead pressed against the wall next to my head, and I could hear sharp yet quiet groans in his exhales. Knowing that he was enjoying himself as much as I was made this all the better. I liked that he found pleasure in me. I wanted to give him more, so I tightened my legs around him in an effort to tilt my pelvis more to welcome him inside me. It must have worked because I felt his shoulders stiffen under my hands. It also allowed him a deeper penetration which rewarded me every time he hit my G spot with the tip of his cock. All new levels of delight took hold of me, and I almost cried to feel them.
His thrusts came faster with obvious urgency. I felt my own orgasm building once more brought along by March’s efforts. After a few, sharp plunges from him I exploded over that edge into ecstasy. My throat released grunted cries to give voice to my orgasm. I felt it not just in my groin, but through my arms to tingle in my fingertips and eve down my legs like a flow of cleansing water. This was like no other orgasm I ever experienced before, and that wasn’t just because this was great sex. I seemed to feel this in my soul.
He followed me into that bliss not long after. The pulsing of my body surrounding his member must have been what finished it for him. Whatever it was that set us both off, we both drift
ed on the waves of our joined pleasure. I don’t know how it was for him, but for me it was pure.
I clung to him, panting for breath. He was in the same condition as me, but in addition a slick sweat covered his back and shoulders. If I thought his scent was nice before, it was magnified now. I wanted to bottle it, turn it into bath salts, perfume, anything so that I could smell it whenever I wanted. My head swam with it as I took in deep breaths to saturate my lungs. I wanted this moment to never end.
I turned my head to place lazy kisses on whatever bit of his flesh was closest to show my appreciation and approval. After a few moments, he turned to receive my kiss and return it with his own. Neither of us said anything. Nothing needed to be said. As far as I was concerned, the moment was perfect. Words would just ruin it. So, we exchanged kisses, still joined together, and pressed against the wall.
TEN
BRENNA
For the first time in what seemed like forever, I fell into a deep sleep. A very contented and satisfied sleep to be exact. There was nothing quite like great sex to wear me out enough that I relaxed into a boneless slumber.
The next morning I woke up slowly and reluctantly, but as awareness came, I realized I was using a large chest as a pillow. A lazy smile curled my lips as I sighed. March had an arm wrapped around me. Our legs were a tangled mess under the blankets. All in all, it was warm, comfortable, and I did not want to move let alone wake up. I gave in to the inevitable though and opened my eyes.
I shifted enough to peer up at March through tangled strands of my hair. He was awake and looked as if he was well rested and as content as I was. His amber-brown eyes, so stunning at this distance, looked back at me and he smiled.
He smiled. An actual, recognizable full out smile. And I put it there. Go me.
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