Chapter 9 #4
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 lace on 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.”
“You do?” I whisper, letting the heat of my breath hit her wet, aroused skin. “What about this?” I very gently nudge one finger against her slit before slowly sliding into her. My jaw tenses when I feel her tight pussy squeeze me, pulling me in deeper as she rocks her hips and moans my name.
“Hmm?” I ask. “You like it when I fuck you with my finger, my little Cyn?”
“Yes, god yes,” she whimpers, rocking her hips harder and faster, eager and desperate for more.
“What about this?” I ask, teasing her as I swipe my tongue over her clit while my finger keeps working her.
“Sasha,” she begs, and it’s the sweetest fucking sound I’ve ever heard.
My own hips rock, my cock so hard I’m convinced it’ll never be soft again.
I’m still a little tender from the tattoo, but it’s nearly healed and the small amount of pain is just adding to my arousal.
Pre-cum covers me, more than I ever thought possible, and I’ve never been so completely entranced by anything in my life than the sight of Cyn about to come while her pussy grips my finger and her body writhes before me.
This right here is my new obsession. It’s better than killing, better than any fucking thing I’ve ever experienced, and I know I’ll be chasing this high with her for the rest of my life, always wanting more, always needing more, and never able to get my fill.
When I suck on her clit and bury my finger in deep, she arches her back and screams my name as her body tenses and a flood of warmth hits my hand.
I growl against her soft flesh, willingly smothering my face in her wet pussy as my own body lets go, not even giving me the option of holding back.
My orgasm rips through me, ferocious and unrelenting, and I lose myself completely to the pleasure and the feel of Cyn.
Her scent surrounds me, her arousal covers me, and her fingers fist my hair tight enough to hurt as she rides her orgasm out on my face. She owns me, and I fucking love it.
I’m still stunned by the force of the orgasm I just had when she loosens her grip on my hair and lets out a relaxed sigh and then a soft laugh.
“Holy shit,” she says and then gives another laugh.
I smile against the pussy that I’ve just officially laid claim to, and then I spend the next several minutes lazily cleaning her up, wanting every drop of her.
“Have you ever done that before?” she asks.
I give the crease of her leg a not-so-gentle bite for doubting me before I kiss it and say, “I’ve never done anything before, Cyn. You know that.”
“I know,” she says. “I just, I don’t know. It was really good.”
“I’m glad you liked it.” I give her clit another gentle kiss, and I have the overwhelming urge to mark her.
Not with my usual stab wounds and slices to the skin, but with me, with my scent and my cum and my spit.
I want her covered in me. I don’t want a single shred of doubt about who Cyn belongs to.
She’s mine, and she should always be wearing a piece of me.
Forcing myself up, I slowly kiss my way along her body, and a soft groan escapes when I’m lightly resting on top of her and I feel her full tits pressing against my bare chest.
“My little Cyn is so fucking perfect.”
“No, I’m not,” she says, and I can tell she’s not just being modest. She truly believes it when she says, “We don’t need to pretend I’m something I’m not, Sasha. I’m glad you don’t mind that I’m bigger, but I’m far from perfect, and we both know it.”
“Krovinka,” I say and then wait until she turns her eyes up to mine.
“You and I have a difference of opinion on that one. Usually I’d defer to you because I think you’re brilliant, but you’re way off on this one.
You’re perfect, every single inch of you.
” I can’t help but grin when I add, “Why the hell do you think I just came in my pants?”
She traces the line of my brow as she looks up at me. “I’m sorry we can’t do more.”
“I’m not. I enjoyed every second of that, Cyn.” The memory of how she’d looked splayed out and coming hard hits me, sending another rush of pleasure through me. “Just thinking about it is making me hard again.”
She smiles up at me and when I roll over, I take her with me so she’s cuddled up against my side. Hiking her leg over mine, she rests her head on my shoulder and her palm on my chest. I feel her tits press against me as I run my hand down her hair.
The silence between us is nice, peaceful even, and neither one of us is in any hurry to break it. She dances her fingers along my tattoos while I play with the red hair that haunts my every thought. After several minutes, she finally asks, “Sasha, what’s your last name?”
My fingers still in her hair for a few seconds before I start stroking it again, wondering what all I should tell her. There’s no use lying about my name, so I say, “Melnikov,” as she drags her finger along my Grim Reaper tattoo.