I tap her thigh. “Lift your leg.”
Aurelia hesitates, and I raise both brows, silently reminding her that I’ve seen and put her in more exposing positions. She sits back in the chair and tilts her pelvis as she lifts her leg, which allows me to reach her vulva. I carefully shave away the hairs on her puffy lips followed by her perineum.
Once I’m done, I towel away the rest of the shaving cream, grab the jar on the floor next to me, and scoop some into my palm before massaging it into her newly shaved skin. I can’t resist leaning over to kiss her glistening pussy.
I’m not done though, so I clean the razor before lifting her foot into my lap and spreading more shaving cream over her leg.
“Ooh, my legs too?” Aurelia says excitedly while wiggling her pretty little toes.
Focused on my task, I nod without looking up. “I meant what I said. I don’t mind your pussy having a little hair, but the ones on your legs have got to go, Goldilocks. You be scratching the hell out of me while I’m asleep.”
“Stop!” she squeals while shoving my shoulder with her other foot. “I do not.”
“You do. Sometimes, I wake up in the middle of the night and I got to check because I don’t know if I’m in bed with you or Thorin.”
Aurelia’s cheeks turn pink with shame, and then she’s laughing so hard she almost falls off the chair. I smirk when she stops suddenly to check my seriousness. “You do not.”
“I do.”
“Oh my God.” Embarrassed, Aurelia covers her face with her hands and shakes her head with a groan.
I gently pry her fingers away. “I’m just playing, baby.”
Wearing a little smile, she kicks me. “Shut up. You were not.”
“Nah, I really wasn’t, but I love you anyway.”
“I—” All the breath seems to leave Aurelia at once. “I love you too, Khalil.”
“I know.” I can’t fake surprise even a little.
She’d taken so fucking long telling me that I figured I might as well tell her first. It wasn’t planned, but it felt right. I’d never said those words to a girl before. I always imagined immediately regretting it the day I finally did, but instead, I feel nothing out of the ordinary—as if loving Aurelia to the depths of my soul and having her love me back was just an irrefutable fact and not some great epiphany. My heart had known all along, even if my head sometimes doubted I was worthy.
I take my time shaving her legs because I’ve got nothing better to do than make sure my girl is good. I take so long and such tender care that Aurelia starts to tease me about enjoying ittoo much, but I don’t care. Aurelia’s body is my temple, and I’d pray to it every minute of the day if I could.
Once I run a hand over her smooth calf and shin, I’m finally satisfied, so I let out the water and clean the tub while Aurelia remains motionless—likely fighting to stave off the dizzying feeling of how fast our relationship is moving.
At least, it feels that way for me.
Never in my life had I imagined ever shaving a girl’s pussy. Fuck it, finger it, suck it, and pass it on to the next player once I’m through, yes. Most definitely. I never found myself wanting to care for it as if it were an extension of me.
I meant what I said earlier—I didn’t care if she was bare or had a full bush. Her pussy as well as her heart belonged to me, and I’d care for both in any way she needed me to.
After I was done cleaning the tub and putting away her shaving kit, I stand and gather Aurelia to her feet before kneeling to work some fresh panties over her legs. I stand and pull a T-shirt over her head. One of mine, I think. She practically falls into my arms after that, and I wrap them around her waist. Her eyes still have that glazed look in them, and her smile is lazy, as if she’s high on drugs. It’s how she always looks when she feels cherished.
“What do you say, Goldilocks?”
“Mm-hmm… It’s your turn?”
I snort out a laugh and let her go as I step over to the sink to wash my hands. “Appreciate it, but I think I’ll pass, baby girl. Ain’t nobody shaving my damn balls.”
“No.” She snorts out a laugh. “Not that. I meant the hair on your head, silly.” She wrinkles her nose at my braids, so I glance at the mirror and run my hand over them, silently admitting that they were getting a little tired. Seeing the look on my face, Aurelia grabs my hand and leads me out of Thorin’s bathroom.
She directs me to one of the dining chairs and tells me to sit before returning to Thorin’s bathroom and making a pit stop in the one downstairs in order to grab everything she needs. When she returns, she begins undoing the six cornrows in my hair. At first, she works in silence, and even though I can’t see her face, I know something’s heavy on her mind, so I sit and wait patiently for her to tell me what it is.
It’s not until my hair is detangled and I’m sitting at the kitchen sink, facing away from the running water, that she does.
“Can I ask you something?” she says as she squirts some shampoo into my hair.
