125. Nate

ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-FIVE

NATE

My cock is fucking dripping onto the shower floor.

I don't know if I've ever been this turned on before.

Which seems to be how I feel every time with Rosie.

The act itself, the glide of the razor over skin, isn't sexual.

But fuck me if it doesn't have me ready to come all over her feet.

My cock twitches, and I put the thought of her cute little toes out of my mind.

There's only time for one new kink today.

I use my fingers to spread Rosie open, checking for any spots I missed.

Her flesh is so soft. So pink and pretty.

If she wasn't covered in this floral-scented oil, I'd devour her. But I know this isn't edible, so I'll settle for fucking her hole instead of eating it.

With one last pass of the razor, I set it down on the floor, out of the way.

Still kneeling, I wrap my fingers around her injured ankle and gently help her lower it back to the floor.

Then I grab the little jar off the stool and look at the label as I stand. "What's this? "

"We don't have to…" Rosie's voice is breathy.

She stayed quiet while I shaved her, but the way she's almost panting is giving her away.

She liked that as much as I did.

"Tell me what to do with it." I change my question to a demand, and I start to unscrew the lid.

Rosie takes it from my hands, holding it farther away from the spray as she takes off the top.

The substance inside is pink, and she scoops out a small amount, maybe the size of a small grape, then replaces the lid.

"It's a scrub. To keep things smooth after shaving." She squashes the scrub between her fingers, then holds it out to me.

I take it from her.

I've used scrubs on my face before, when I had photo shoots, so I'm familiar with the idea.

"I'm going to enjoy this," I tell her with a smirk, then I grip her around the waist with my empty hand and haul her so her back is to my front.

My hard cock nestles against her ass, and she arches into me.

Then I reach around to her front with my other hand and gently rub the scrub over her folds.

I spread my fingers, my pointer finger on one side of her pussy, my ring finger on the other, then I stroke up and down.

The scrub starts to dissolve under my touch, working into her skin, leaving a smooth coating behind.

Against me, I can feel Rosie's chest rising and falling as her heartbeat increases.

That's when I add pressure to my middle finger. Dragging it through her wetness, up to her clit.

"This is the first one," I say against Rosie's ear. "I want at least two."

"First?"

I answer her question by flattening all my fingers over her pearl of nerves and rubbing in a circle.

"Oh. Oh god." She clutches at my arm banded around her waist.

"You can be quick this time, Pretty Rosie." I let my teeth graze the bottom of her ear as I rock my hips against her. "But I'm dragging the next one out."

Her fingers dig into me. "I-I can't stand up."

I tighten my hold on her. "I won't let you fall." I dip my fingers inside her, then focus back on her clit. "Now be my good little girlfriend and come."