Kneeling, I part her legs and lean down to kiss her thigh. “Want me to shave your legs too?”
“Would you?”
“No prob.” I grab her dainty foot and place it on my thigh. I work some shaving cream along her smooth skin and follow it with the razor. Each stroke is slow and deliberate because I’m trying hard not to nick her. By the time I’ve finished both legs, my mouth is watering at the thought of going down on her. I’ve been trying to avoid looking at her pussy, but it’s right there in my face, and she smells so fucking good.
As I reach between her legs to squirt some shaving cream, she squirms. “This is turning me on.”
“I’m glad I’m not the only one.” I point to my groin where my erection presses tightly to the zipper of my jeans. “We’re almost done. Then we’ll get to the good stuff.”
She leans back and spreads her legs, and I barely hold back my groan. This is one of the hottest things I’ve ever done in my life.
Roxy is obviously turned on too. Her breath is sawing in and out of her chest and her cheeks are bright pink.
After I spread more shaving cream on her, I shave all the hair along the top first because it’s the easiest to reach. Then I move lower.
“Don’t shave off my clit. I kind of need it,” she teases.
I was fine doing this until she uttered those words. “Give me your hand.” I take her finger, lick it, and press it to her clit. “We need a clit shield. Don’t want any accidents.”
By the time I do both sides, she’s slowly circling her fingers between her legs.
“That’s it, Foxy. Make yourself feel good.”
After I wipe off the rest of the shaving cream with a damp towel, I remove her hand and replace it with my face, where I lick her like one of those dripping ice cream cones.
“You’re so wet, baby,” I mumble between swipes of my tongue.
Her hand threads into my hair as her soft cries fill the bathroom. She comes within a minute. Afterward, we take a quick shower, and then I dry her off and lay her down in bed.
I cuddle her from behind, fully prepared to ignore my raging hard-on, when she pushes her ass into me.
“You sure?” I ask as I run my hand along her stomach.
“I’d rather induce the labor with sex than with some pill or shot.”
“So the doctor said you need a good dicking?”
She snort-laughs. “That’sexactlywhat she said. How did you know?”
“Just a lucky guess.” I nibble her earlobe. Lick down her neck. Nuzzle her shoulder. “From behind?”
“I don’t think I can roll over, so yeah.” We both laugh. Sex with Rox is always like this. I find myself laughing at the weirdest times. But it’s always so damn good.
Reaching down, I position myself at her entrance. It’s a snug fit, and after a few minutes of trying to wedge myself in there, I haven’t had any success.
“Lift your leg over mine.” I help her adjust and then I grab her ass cheek and spread it. “Don’t worry. I’m not headed for brown town.” I’d never do that without lube. “Just trying to make some room.”
She giggles and reaches back to scratch the back of my head.
I work my way in. Slow and steady. Pausing just to enjoy the sensation of being burrowed deep inside.
Leaning up on one arm, I arch over her and cup her face to kiss her. I’m worried as fuck about what happens when Rox goes into labor, but I shove that outta my head to focus on her.
Her hips move faster, and I take the hint, grabbing onto her thigh to keep her in place as I thrust harder.
She’s moaning, her pussy squeezing me. Fuck. I push two fingers against her clit to rub tight circles, and she flies apart in my arms.
I’m right there. So close.
