“No moving. I don’t want to cut you.”
She watched his nimble fingers wield the razor. Even his swollen knuckles seemed to offer no deterrent as he shaved her with the careful attention to detail a master painter might use when applying paint to a canvas.
Her body hummed with arousal as the sharp blade slid over her skin, made slicker by her own juices. Turned on beyond known limits, Mia cupped her breasts and massaged her nipples. She could have sobbed with relief when he put the razor away and rinsed her newly bared flesh by redirecting one of the shower nozzles.
A loud moan escaped her as the water hit the bundle of nerves beneath her clit, almost making her climax. She glared at him when he diverted the water. “Bastard.”
Shane chuckled. “Sorry, baby, but that orgasm belongs to me, not the showerhead. I want you to fuck my face, to spill your juices into my mouth as you come.”
“Oh.”
He grinned. “Just oh?”
Mia shrugged. “What can I say to that, besides get to it?”
Looking delighted, Shane grasped her thighs and pulled her ass to the edge of the bench. He folded her legs back and pushed them wide, leaving her completely open to him. Mia had no fear in that vulnerable position. Her only thought was of feeling his wicked tongue on her heated folds so she could come.
Shane prolonged the torture by kissing her inner thigh, starting halfway up and working toward her center. Mia’s nerves were strung taut by the time he neared her pussy, and she sobbed when he skipped over the swollen flesh to kiss his way down her other thigh. “You’re such a sadistic bastard.”
“I know.” He lifted his head slightly. “You playing with your nipples makes me so hot, Mia. It really makes me want to dive in and eat you up.”
Responding to his challenge and subtle demand for incentive, she pinched her nipples. In her fevered lust, she had continued cradling her breasts, but had forgotten about stimulating her nipples as she’d focused on the impending oral pleasure. Now, she pulled gently on each tight bud, feeling a corresponding pulse between her thighs with each tug.
“I’m inspired.” He bent his head, his tongue teasing her puffy lips for a second.
Mia gasped at the sensation, which was so much more intense without the barrier of pubic hair. Abandoning her nipples, she leaned forward to grasp his head with her hands, digging her fingers into his hair as she forced him closer.
He laughed a scant second before his mouth devoured her. The combination of his breath and the first taste of his tongue sent her over the edge. She whimpered and tensed as a climax spread through her. It had happened so quickly, and was so intense, that she couldn’t think about anything except the tongue lapping patiently between her folds as she arched against his face.
Shane eased the pressure of his tongue as she convulsed until she stopped bucking against him. Mia reached out to grasp the bar behind her, holding on with both hands when he ramped up his speed as her climax crested and started to wane. In no time, he’d teased her back to the edge before withdrawing.
She endured that cycle three times before she was screaming his name from a combination of need and exasperation. When Shane finally pulled her off the bench to ride him, she parted her legs and helped guide him to her opening. “Fuck me, Shane.”
“Oh, yeah.” He surged inside her, his hands digging into her hips as he pushed in as deeply as he could.
Mia pressed down, wanting every bit of him. Shane’s cock felt larger than it ever had, and she didn’t know if that was from the new position, her lack of pubic hair, or because she was so turned on. She had never been so wild for someone before and wondered if it was the same for the man underneath her.
He rotated his hips as he thrust into her, rubbing along all her responsive spots, and bringing Mia to the edge of another orgasm with just a few strokes. This time, he didn’t deny her release as he surged inside her, pressing against her g-spot.
Mia came with a keening cry, and the intensity of the orgasm made her shake. In her release, she was vaguely aware of Shane pulling out and turning her over. It was only when he had her on all fours, as he’d done the first night, that pleasure faded and panic crept in. She tried to push him off her as tears splashed down her cheeks.
“Shush, Mia.” He kissed her shoulder blade. “Let me make love to you this way. I don’t want you to remember that ugly encounter. Remember this instead.”
His voice was so gentle, his hold supportive rather than restrictive, that Mia’s panic subsided. With a few deep breaths, she managed to gather her scattered wits and didn’t try to escape when his hand slipped between her thighs.
This time, rather than holding her apart for his rough possession, Shane stroked and teased her folds, his fingers rubbing lightly under her clit in a way that made her arch backward. That seemed to be what he waited for, because a second later, his cock pushed against her sheath.
“Take me, Mia.” His breath was a gentle breeze against her ear when he whispered the request.
Just a little uncertainly, she eased backward, opening her thighs, and relaxing her inner muscles. He slipped inside her, and she relaxed the rest of the way against him. A few seconds later, Shane was all the way inside her, moving slowly before his pace increased.
He fucked her like he had the first night, but with an undercurrent of gentleness and a focus on her pleasure. Mia was shocked to find her body had responded so quickly and was soon clenching around him as she came again. Shane groaned her name as he surged inside her, filling her completely as his erection twitched. Hot spurts of his release entered her. It was an animalistic position, and she couldn’t deny she felt claimed like a bitch as he came inside her.
Surprisingly, it left her feeling content and replete, rather than shamed or debased. He had succeeded in supplanting the memories of that first horrific shower encounter with something much better and far more memorable.
9
He saw to the task of cleaning them both and drying her off, apparently realizing his combination of gentle and possessive lovemaking had left her a languorous mess. Mia couldn’t summon the energy to do much more than shuffle her feet as he led her to the bed and tucked her in. When he started to stand, she surprised both of them by reaching out for him. “Stay.”
