“May I tend to you?” She holds up a small blade.
“You do not need permission.” For I am hers to do what she pleases.
With careful strokes, she shaves my face. The blade is sharp, so she ensures she doesn’t rush. But truth be told, she could tend to me forever, and I wouldn’t complain. She turns my face so she can shave my right cheek, her eyes focused, but the slight tremble of her fingers reveals she’s nervous.
My freshly shaved face feels foreign as I cannot remember the last time I did not have a beard. Emeline cuts through my hair, attempting to salvage what’s left. But in the end, she decides to cut it close to the scalp.
I allow her to do what she wishes because in the end, the way I look is for her. I don’t care what anyone else thinks.
Her touch, her floral scent, rouse the hunger within me.
But I control myself—for now.
There’s something tender in having your beloved care for you this way. A trust that she doesn’t take the knife and use it for harm, not good. When she’s done, she looks at me closely.
The air between us grows heavy, as does my cock.
Water droplets trickle down her chest and over her perfect nipples. The urge to chase them with my tongue overwhelms me, so I give in to temptation and lower my mouth to her left breast. Using my tongue, I lick away the droplets before sucking on her erect nipple gently.
Her quiet moans pummel me low, and I want so much more.
Licking between the valley of her chest, I take her right breast into my mouth, cupping it so I can gorge on her supple flesh. She arches her back, a silent offering to give her what we both want and need. I bite her nipple before circling it with my tongue. I lick around her areola, lost to her.
She grips my nape, encouraging me to continue.
My lady wants more, so more she will have.
Kissing, licking, sucking, and biting between her breasts, I lower my hand beneath the water. Using two fingers, I skim the outside of her beautiful cunt. She spreads her legs, welcoming me home.
Kissing up her neck, I bite over her throbbing pulse before sinking two fingers into her heat. Her muscles tighten around me, and I remember all the wonderful times I was buried deep inside her as I fucked her until we were both a heaving mess.
She yanks my face toward her and slams her mouth to mine. She kisses me with a ferocious need, molding her body to mine as I fuck her with my tongue and fingers. She bites me, before sweeping her tongue along my bottom lip to soothe the sting.
I’m not gentle as I play with her whilst rubbing under her hood. She whimpers as I feel her swell in my hand. She places her hand over mine, encouraging me to go faster, deeper, so I do. I suck on her tongue before pulling away.
She looks at me breathlessly as I continue to finger her cunt. “Open your mouth.”
When she does, I grip her chin and spit down her throat. I don’t give her time to swallow. I thrust my tongue into her mouth and kiss her ferociously. She rocks against my fingers, chasing her release, but I slow down, deciding to prolong it.
She coaxes me to continue, but I tsk her. “Always so impatient, hugrekki.”
“I have been more than patient.”
I must remember she still holds a knife. But perchance this will end in what we both live for—bloodshed.
“Yes, I suppose so, but you know how I like hearing you beg.”
“Why?”
“Because I am the only man you will submit to. Why is that?”
Her eyes narrow, indicating her rising anger. “Because I am clearly a fool.”
She attempts to retreat, but I wrap my fingers through her hair and yank her neck back. When she struggles, I resume my fingering of her deeply.
She moans, and I know I’ve won.
“I asked you a question.”
