124. Rosalyn

ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-FOUR

ROSALYN

I hold the razor up under the spray to clean the blades.

Nathan seems to like my… curls, and I'm leaving the patch above my area as it is, but I want to shave the rest. I want the rest of it to be silky smooth for his arrival.

One side is done.

I shift my back to the water and put my left foot—brace removed and lying on the floor outside the shower—onto the stool.

With the hand not holding my razor, I pump a healthy amount of my shaving oil into my palm.

When Ruth went to my apartment for my gold dress, I had her grab some more clothes and all my shower items. And as I smooth the oil over my skin, I'm grateful, because I love this stuff.

A waft of cool air fills the shower stall, and I glance over my shoulder.

Then I let out a startled squeak as a completely naked Nathan steps into the shower.

His eyes are hooded, and he has a hand on his already hardening cock as he closes the door behind him.

"What are you doing, Little Rose? "

Frozen, I stare at him. My foot is still up on the stool, knee turned out, giving me room to work and giving him a view of everything.

"Can I help?" His voice is low. Husky.

"Help with what?" Suddenly, my mouth feels so dry.

He reaches down and takes the razor from my hand.

Then he bends so our mouths are just an inch apart. "I want to shave this sweet pussy. And I'm not taking no for an answer."

He closes the distance and presses his lips to mine for the first time in nearly a week.

And he tastes like fucking heaven.

My eyes drift closed, and I reach for him, gripping his naked sides, my one hand still slippery with oil.

He drags his tongue across my lips, and I open for him.

As he invades my mouth, I lower my oil-covered hand and close my fingers around his length.

He groans, and his cock jumps in my hand.

The lubrication makes it easy to slide my hand up and down.

To feel him.

To squeeze him.

The fingers of my other hand dig into his side.

He's here.

He's here, and he's naked, and he's with me.

Something that might be joy bursts inside my chest.

I start to shift closer to him, about to lower my foot, but he grips my hip—holding me in place—as he pulls away.

"Stay." He thrusts his hips forward once into my grip, then lowers himself to the floor, his dick sliding out of my hand as he does.

Kneeling before me, he's eye level with my pussy.

"I've never done this. But I really want to." He slides his tongue across his lower lip as he looks up at me. "Will you let me?"

Will I let this sex god of a man shave my vagina?

Yes. Yes, I will.

I shift my weight, rotating my hips and opening my stance, revealing more of myself to his gaze.

His mouth pulls into a wicked smile. "Have I told you how fucking perfect you are? "

I reach down and brace one hand on his shoulder. "Not today."

Nathan leans forward and presses a kiss to my inner thigh. "You're fucking perfect." His lips touch my skin with each word.

Then he reaches for the shaving oil I left sitting on the stool next to my foot.

He sets the razor down and uses two hands to dispense oil into his palm.

Steam swirls around us, the water pelting Nathan in the back, but I swear I can still feel his exhale as he leans closer.

"Just this side left," he says to himself as he touches his fingertips to my skin.

I can't help my jolt at the contact, but then he applies a little more pressure as he slides his fingers down the crease where my thigh meets my center, feeling the smoothness of the area I just shaved.

He reaches his fingers between my legs, sliding over until they're aligned with my slit, then he drags them forward.

Even with the residual oil on my skin, there's no mistaking the new wetness gathering there.

Nathan groans. "Just let me do this." His fingers stop against my clit, and he holds them there. "Let me do this first, then I'll make you come as much as you can handle." He drags his fingers off my clit. "Tell me that's okay."

My eyes are nearly rolling out of my head. "Yes. Just hurry up."

He chuckles, and then his other hand is there, smoothing the oil over my skin.

I should be nervous about having someone this close, ready to drag a sharp blade over the sensitive skin of my pussy.

But when he holds me open…

When he drags the razor across my skin the first time…

All I can feel is pleasure.

Pleasure at having his hands on me.

Pleasure at knowing he's hard as stone doing this.

Pleasure at having someone take care of me.

Nathan holds the razor under the shower stream, then starts again.