Next, she eased the lace panties over her hips and down her thighs, stepping out of them, leaving her completely naked.
I hummed, imagining all the ways I was going to destroy that body.
But that would have to wait for another night. Tonight, we’d go slow and savor the experience.
Reaching behind me, I let my fingers close around the handle of the razor I’d discarded before our combined striptease.
“Do you prefer shaving cream or soap?”
The gravity of the intimate act I was about to perform must’ve finally sunk in, and Gemma shifted on her feet. “You don’t have to do this.”
“That’s up to you, baby.” My gaze dropped to the short black hair covering her mound. “I’ve told you I’m unbothered by your natural state, but I’ll do whatever makes you most comfortable.”
She reached for the razor. “No, I mean. I can do it myself.”
I yanked my hand back. “You would deny me the pleasure of showing you how gentle I can be?”
It meant so much more, though, and we both knew it. Allowing me to wield the blade against her most sensitive flesh would take an unparalleled amount of trust, and while I craved it, she was terrified to surrender.
We stared at each other in a silent showdown, until finally, she said, “Shaving cream.”
Moving to the products lining a shelf built into the tiled wall of the shower, I selected the canister of shaving cream. I shook it before pressing the button, and thick foam filled my hand.
“One foot on the tub, Kitten,” I instructed as I turned on the faucet, testing the temperature before wetting a washcloth.
When I turned around, I found Gemma in position, her foot poised on the edge, toes pointed, legs spread wide to show me the first glimpse of the pink treasure hidden between them.
It was exquisite torture being this close, knowing I had a task to complete before I could devour that pussy.
Squeezing the cloth to eliminate excess moisture, I wiped down between her legs, relishing the full-body shudder when I not-so-accidentally put some pressure on her swollen clit.
Can’t come, my ass.
Spreading the shaving cream over her pubic bone and lower, I warned, “Stay still.”
A rush of air was my only response, but Gemma complied, keeping her body motionless, as I pulled the skin taut with one thumb while gliding the razor in smooth, even strokes. I worked silently until I’d removed every last trace of hair, wiping the area down with the washcloth once more to cleanse away any remnants of shaving cream.
“Better?” I sat back on my heels to admire my handiwork, allowing Gemma to do the same.
“Yes. Thank you.” She lowered her foot to the ground.
Lightning-quick, I banded my arms around her ass, drawing her to me and burying my face between her thighs.
Gemma yelped, pounding on my shoulders. “Sasha! What are you doing?”
Inhaling deeply, I groaned. “Fuck, baby. You smell so good.” Then my tongue darted out, desperate for a tiny sample of her sweet nectar, and the woman in my arms melted.
“Holy shit.”
“I’m not going to make it to the bedroom,” I confessed before I dove in, feasting on her pussy while trying to keep her from collapsing.
Her flavor burst onto my tastebuds, and I became addicted. Instantly, I knew I would never tire of her taste, her smell, her essence. It would keep me alive, nourishing me for the rest of my life.
Shifting to throw one of her legs over my shoulder, I anchored my hands on her hips, holding her steady while I circled her clit in dizzying strokes.
“Fuck.” Gemma’s voice sounded distant with the blood rushing in my ears.
Flattening my tongue, I urged her to rock over me, using the pressure to her liking. Moans filled the air as she chased her pleasure.
