Page 58 of Born into Madness
Her words are muffled when she finally says, “My body.”
“Look at me, Cyn.”
When she doesn’t immediately drop her hands and meet my stare, I lower my face and bite her inner thigh. She yelps, dropping her hands in surprise before looking down at me. The arousal and shock in her green eyes sends another aching throb to my dick.
“Lift up onto your elbows,” I tell her. “I want you to watch me.”
When she hesitates, I let my teeth graze the red mark I just left on her inner thigh. She shivers, and it has nothing to do with fear. Resting on her elbows, she watches me as I very slowly kiss a line up her leg. I want to taste every single inch of her, and I promise myself that one day very soon I will. Palming her other thigh, I spread her legs wider, wanting her open for me. The laceon her panties is lined, hiding her from view, so I reach into my back pocket and pull out the small switchblade I always keep there.
The click of the blade releasing has her asking, “What are you doing?”
“I’m cutting your panties off.” Before I bring the knife to her skin, I say, “Don’t move,krovinka.” She freezes, body tense as I slide the blade under the lace at her hip, and with the smallest turn of my wrist, the delicate fabric splits like skin from a deep cut. Letting the dull edge of the blade drag along her skin, I bring the knife to her other hip and repeat the movement. Keeping my hand around the handle, I slowly peel her panties off her body, revealing her pussy to me one beautiful inch at a time. The women I saw at Pink were all shaved, but Cyn isn’t. Her beautiful crimson curls are trimmed and tidy and the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen.
My fingers are a little unsteady as I slowly bring them to her delicate flesh. Dragging the tip of my finger over her folds, I’m surprised to find her soaked.
“Goddamn,” I groan, sinking my finger in just deep enough to part her lips and feel more of the wet heat that’s dripping out of her.
“Do you hate it? I can shave if you want,” she says, sounding nervous and unsure of herself again.
“I fucking love it,” I tell her, “and if you’re worrying, then I’m failing.”
“I’m sorry. It’s hard to forget a lifetime of teasing.”
My arousal is temporarily put on hold as a white hot rage replaces it. “Who teased you?”
“Just some assholes in high school, and a few comments on campus. It’s no big deal. I think every redhead has been called Fire Crotch at one time or another. Bullies aren’t very original.”
My fingers tighten around the knife I’m still holding. “Who the fuck called you that?”
She hears my tone and quickly says, “No one. It’s nothing, Sasha.”
“I will fucking kill them,” I say.
“You can’t kill someone for calling me a name,” she says, proving she’s still my naive girl.
“I can and I will.”
Cyn looks down at me and actually has the gall to smile. Reaching down, she palms my cheek and says, “You’re very sexy when you go all murderous, but I’m fine, Sasha, and you don’t need to kill anyone.” When I start to say something, she presses the pad of her thumb against my mouth. Ignoring the raised eyebrow I give her, she says, “Forget about them. We have more important things we could be doing.”
She’s not wrong. My eyes dart back to the pussy that’s splayed open before me, and I nod my head in agreement. “Fine,” I relent, “but only because I’m dying to taste you.” I lower my head, but before I put my mouth on her, I say, “We’re not finished with this conversation, though.”
I don’t wait for her to say anything. Instead, I stick my tongue out and slowly run it up her slit, getting my first taste of heaven. As soon as her slickness hits my mouth, I’m a fucking goner. Dropping the knife without a thought, I hook my arms under her thighs and grab onto her hips, burying my face in her pussy and sliding my tongue into her as deeply as I can get.
Her fingers fist my hair while she moans my name and rocks her hips. My own thrust against the mattress, desperate to be inside her, to be fucking her in all the ways I’ve been fantasizing about. I lose myself between her legs, devouring every inch of her. I lick and kiss her folds, and when that’s not enough, I use my thumbs to spread her wider and suck on every inch of her.
“Tell me what you like,” I murmur against her skin. I may not have ever been in this position, but if there’s one thing I know, it’s anatomy. I know where the clit is, and I know where all her nerve endings are, but I want to know what feels good to her.
“I don’t know,” she admits in a breathy rush. “I’ve never done this before.”
“I’m very glad to hear that asshole in high school didn’t get this far with you,” I admit, knowing if he had, the image would’ve haunted me until the day I die. “Lay back and close your eyes, Cyn. Just feel what I’m doing to you and tell me what you like.”
I look up, watching her beneath my lashes as she nods her head and then falls back onto the bed. I wait a few seconds and then I spread her apart and run my tongue over her swollen clit.
“Jesus,” she whispers. “I like that. I like that a lot.”
I grin and twirl my tongue while nudging the tight bundle of nerves.
“That too,” she moans. “I like that, too.”
