Page 69 of Born into Madness
“How are your cramps?” I ask her.
She sighs and opens her eyes to look at me. “Horrible. They usually let up once I start, though.”
“I bought you a heating pad, some Midol, and a variety of ice cream flavors and period supplies,” I tell her.
Her smile lights up her face. “You did?”
I kiss her wet foot and stay quiet instead of telling her it took me an embarrassingly long time to figure out where the hell the Midol was or the giant headache I got when trying to figure out which tampons and pads were the best. I’d eventually given up and texted Mia. She'd helped, but then made me swear to introduce her to Cyn soon.
With a smile still on her face, she says, “I know Savanna’s going to love you.”
“What all does she know about me?”
The light blush that hits Cyn’s cheeks lets me know she’s already told her friend about the night we met.
“She won’t say anything,” she quickly says.
I nip at her big toe and watch her squirm. “She’s your best friend,krovinka. I would never take that relationship away from you. Tell her whatever you want.”
“Aren’t you worried?”
A grin slips out before I can stop it. “My family has ways of protecting itself.”
Cyn’s eyes widen, and I swear I see a panicked fear in them before I bite her toe hard enough to get her attention while I raise my brow at her. Kissing the tender skin of her foot, I keep my eyes on hers and slowly drag my tongue up the sole of her foot. Her eyes widen even more at that, and I almost laugh. I want to lick every single inch of this woman, so if she thinks I’m put off by her cute little feet, then she’s in for one hell of a surprise.
“Don’t insult me, my little Cyn. You love Savanna, which means I would never hurt her. I told you my cousin is a hacker. He can cover up a multitude of sins. That’s all I was implying.” I tickle her foot, and while she laughs and squirms, I add, “I wasn’t threatening to kill your bestie.”
“Okay, okay,” she pleads. “I’m sorry.”
My fingers still, and I listen while she catches her breath, making sure I don’t hear any wheezing. When I’m sure she’s okay, I say, “You look beautiful when you laugh, especially when you’re naked and wet while you do it.”
She rolls her eyes at me, but she’s still smiling, so I know she’s not mad. Knowing we’re going to be late if we don’t get moving, I grab a sponge and some bath wash and start washing her from the tips of her cute little toes to the thick, red hair I’ll never be able to get enough of. Even though there’s nothing but my hands on her skin, it somehow feels just as erotic as when I’d had my tongue buried inside her.
After I’ve rinsed her hair, I can’t resist bringing a fist of the wet strands to my nose so I can breathe in the coconut shampoo I brought from her dorm. When I’ve filled my lungs with her, I’m all set to stop, to use what little willpower this woman has left me and leave the tub, but then she whispers my name and my resolve shatters at that one sound.
“Fuck, Cyn,” I groan, and in one quick motion, I scoop her up and into my lap so she’s facing me with my aching hard cock between us. With her thighs on either side of me, she’s able to take control and scoot closer. The feel of her body against mine is both heaven and hell. A big part of me wants to fist that gorgeous hair, spin her around so she’s bent over the tub with that gorgeous ass in the air. I want to hold her down and fuck her to within an inch of her life, but I don’t. Instead, I let her stay in control as she grabs my shoulder and very slowly starts to grind herself against me.
I raise a brow and watch her. “You going to use my cock, Cyn?”
She lets out a breathy gasp at my words, but she doesn’t stop. If anything, her fingers dig in harder and her hips take on a faster, more punishing rhythm.
Fuck, she looks amazing when her domineering side comes out. Too bad for her I’m not much of a submissive guy. Grabbing her waist, I hold her in place, refusing to let her use me like she wants. Her face goes from aroused and self-confident to embarrassed and unsure of herself in less than five seconds.
Hating to see the transformation, I lean in and slowly run my tongue up her neck before bringing my mouth to her ear. “I love it when you take control,krovinka,but it’s just not in my nature to sit back and let it happen. If you want to grind that greedy little pussy against my dick and use me for your own pleasure, then you’re going to need to beg me for it.”
Her tits slide along my chest when she makes a fruitless effort to break free from my grasp. I laugh and nip at her ear.
“By all means, Cyn, keep fighting me. All you’re doing is making me harder.”
“You didn’t make me beg last night,” she reminds me.
“True,” I admit and start to slowly kiss my way down her neck. “But last night you spread yourself wide for me like a good girl. You just laid back and let me do whatever I wanted, and you came so easily for me, again and again.” My teeth graze her delicate skin before I give her a soft nip. “Right now you’re trying to use me, you’re trying to dominate me, and,krovinka, I’m the only one who does the dominating in our relationship.”
“I didn’t realize we had so many rules.”
I smile against her wet skin. Her tone makes it clear she’d much rather be grinding herself to an orgasm right now instead of going over the ground rules. When she wiggles her hips again, I dig my fingers into the soft flesh of her waist, not hard enough to bruise, but hard enough to have her stilling her movements. I give her wet skin one last lick before lifting my head so I can see her. The vibrant green of her eyes always takes me by surprise. This close, I can see all the different shades, the mix of greens and the almost golden tinge that runs through it all.
“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her, wondering if there will ever be a time when I compliment her and she doesn’t blush.
