Chapter 42: The Safety of His Arms

AVA

Cyrus stepped into the tub first and held my waist to steady me as I went in after him. He guided me down to sit between his legs.

I leaned back into him, and he wrapped me in his arms, his lips brushing back and forth over my shoulder. I pressed my back into him, and I felt his arousal growing behind me, sparking my own.

I felt his hands slide over my slippery body, exploring me hungrily. My breathing sped up at his touch.

“So, I told you my part,” he said. “Now tell me when did ~you~ realize you wanted ~me~.”

“Eh…” He was making it hard to focus, what with his hands sliding over all the nooks and crannies of my body. “Well, my mind kept wandering to you when I went out on those dates.

“But then you kept going out of your way to be a dick to me, so that was pretty confusing. And then the forehead-leaning thing happened, which got me going again.

“But ~then~ you suddenly took off and treated me like nothing had ever happened. I was starting to believe I had made it all up in my head.”

Cyrus’s hands stopped abruptly. He took my arms and turned me around, pulling me on top, straddling him. The movement caused a wave of water to splash over the edge of the tub and pool on the tiles below.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his face dark. “I’d been trying to restrain myself since we met, and I kept losing control.”

I leaned over and kissed his lips gently. As soon as I did, his hand wrapped around the back of my head and pulled me to him as he deepened the kiss.

His other hand slid over to my ass and pulled me onto his crotch so that his erection was pressed up against my core, and I moaned a little.

I grabbed his face and kissed him hard, my arousal growing by the second. It enveloped me, taking me over. I wanted him closer, ~much, much closer.~ I needed us to melt together again.

I slid myself over him, and Cyrus grabbed my hips and lifted me onto the edge of the tub.

My back pressed against the cold tiles on the wall, making goosebumps appear on my skin and my nipples harden. Cyrus’s face hardened into that feral expression I’d come to love.

He took one of my nipples and sucked, ~hard.~ He balanced me on the edge between pain and pleasure, making me grab his shoulders and dig my fingers into his skin.

His hands slid over my thighs and pried them apart. He released my breast and dove down between my legs.

Without any warning whatsoever, his tongue slid into me, lapping at me like his life depended on it. I threw my head back involuntarily and slammed it into the wall behind me.

Cyrus bolted up, his animalistic look quickly replaced by worry.

“I’m fine,” I panted.

“Are you sure?” He reached for my head. “That sounded pretty painf—”

“Yes.” I caught his hand and brought it to my lips. I kissed the pad of his thumb and looked into his eyes as I bit it softly.

His face clouded over again. “You clumsy girl.”

He pressed his thumb into my mouth a little further. I eagerly sucked it in, hoping to get him back in the mood.

His eyelids drooped a bit, his expression now matching the arousal I saw elsewhere on his body.

He bent back down and grabbed my legs to position the backs of my knees over his shoulders. He used his hands to pin me to the wall, keeping me in place.

His tongue darted out of his mouth again, picking up where he had left off. It started caressing my clitoris, and he kept speeding up until I was shaking.

I tried to keep from crying out. It was no use. There was no fighting it. He made me curl into him, grabbing his head and burying my fingers in his thick brown hair. I arched my back as I came undone, sobbing his name.

“Good girl.” The arousal on his face intensified as he watched me. “God, that will never get old.”

I was panting, trying to catch my breath. My center was throbbing for him, craving him inside me. “Come here,” I managed to say, clawing at him to get him closer to me.

“What?” Cyrus teased. “What do you want?”

I squirmed, trying to scoot closer to him, but he kept me pinned into the wall. I slid my legs off his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist to pull him into me.

“I don’t understand. What do you want?”

I fought his grip, trying to get out of having to say it out loud.

“Hmm. Never mind then, I guess.”

“Cyrus Brentstone!” I was now getting heated for another reason.

“Yes, baby?” He was clearly enjoying himself. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you,” I panted, “inside me.”

“That’s my girl,” he said before thrusting himself into me.

We moved as if we were one, completely in tune. It didn’t take long until we were both on the verge of ecstasy.

“I’m…close,” I said between Cyrus’s thrusts.

“Cum for me, baby.”

I did, my walls clenching around his cock, milking him as I bit down on my lip and sobs heaved from my chest.

His fingers dug into my hips as he unloaded himself into me, groaning, “Holy fuck.”

Cyrus rested his forehead on my shoulder, his body still twitching with aftershocks.

He slid me off the edge of the tub, submerging our bodies in the warm water. Our muscles relaxed instantly, and he laid his head on my chest and wrapped his arms around me.

“We’re flying to Seattle next week,” he said suddenly.

“We’re what?” I wasn’t sure I’d heard correctly.

“Next week. To meet your family.” He got out of the tub and started drying off.

“We can’t just leave. We have work.”

Cyrus raised an eyebrow at me mockingly. “Yeah, I’m sure your ~boss~ will be able to figure something out.”

I giggled. “Right.” Now I started to get excited about the idea. “You should meet Maisy and the rest of my friends. And I could show you my childhood home, and my old school…”

My excitement faltered as I realized what that meant.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Cyrus said. “There’s no need to be afraid. I’ll be with you the whole time. You’re safe with me.”

I looked at him for a long moment. I realized I believed him. The fear in my heart was already subsiding. I could go visit home, see my friends and family…

The thought of going back without having to be afraid of Timothy was so nice I could cry. And the thought of showing off my wonderful, ~gorgeous~ man to everyone I cared about made me so happy.

“I can’t wait,” I said.