My cheeks flush. I hadn’t expected that. I hope this isn’t a comment on my maintenance. I just trimmed for him this afternoon.
Before I can answer, he stands and leaves the room. My eyes follow him as he goes into the bathroom, and comes out again with a towel, face cloth, shaving cream, and razor.
Holy shit, he’s serious.
“On that shitty bed, or the floor?” he asks.
This isn’t something I ever thought I’d do with someone the first time I slept with them, but it’s easy being with Knox, and it feels right.
“I’ll take the floor thanks, I don’t think my back can take any more of that bed.”
I lie back on the floor, and he kneels between my legs. Knox hooks a finger in the full satin panties, and slides them down my legs. I kick them the rest of the way off.
My bare ass is on the only new carpet in the house. I thought he was going to put the towel under me, but instead he squirts the shaving foam over the top of my pelvis.
It’s cold and I shiver at the contact. It starts to dribble down my folds, and I shout, “Ah.”
Knox catches my eyes, a devilish grin on his face. I get the impression this is something he’s been planning.
“The thing with stubble is it scratches.” Knox drags the razor down my strip of hair. ”By not shaving, you’re risking me not wanting to kiss your lips.” He shifts his eyes down, “And I want to kiss these lips.” He shoves my legs apart and drags the razor alongside my mound, wiping it on the towel after each line.
For once, I don’t know what to say. I don’t have a comeback.
He works in silence, in the most thorough shave I’ve ever had. I’m a little nervous of the blade but he’s careful. For whatever reason the slow, deliberate activity quickens my heart and fills me with flutters. I ache for his touch.
Satisfied with his job, he sets the razor on the floor and wipes all over the area with the wet face cloth. Knox pats me off with the towel, making sure he’s cleaned the foam from everywhere. I feel like an engine in one of his cars. It’s amazing how someone so otherwise brutish can work so delicately.
Knox rests his hand on my tummy, and leans to kiss the freshly bare skin he’s exposed. I gasp, everything is extra sensitive and I squirm to cope with the intensity. His lips and tongue take their time exploring my freshly bare skin, and I tilt my hips, willing him for more.
Heat races through my veins, and I moan. It seems like I’m waiting all over again. Like it’s Wednesday night all over again.
He rams his finger into me, my walls slick and ready for him. Gagging for him. My extreme wetness seems to please him, and he grunts. Far too quickly, he pulls his finger away and stands and grabs the leg of his jeans.
Pulling the jeans to him, he fishes out another condom.
“I have an IUD, you don’t need that,” I say, knowing Darla would kill me without him being tested but somehow I don’t give one fucking shit at this moment.
“I do,” he snarls.
That’s definitive. I’m not going to argue.
After rolling it on, Knox grabs my hips and flips me over. I’m face down on the new carpet. He grabs my hips again, this time pulling me onto all fours, his hard cock against my now dripping bare lips.
His hand runs up my spine, dipping with the curve of my back, leaving a trail of lava in its wake. I lean back into him, grinding against his erection, teasing it. Begging it.
Knox ignores me, and undoes my bra, letting it slide down my arms to the floor. He reaches around and grabs my tit, now swinging free.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” he says, his voice strong and loud.
A high pitched moan escapes me in response, and he drives his cock into me. My elbows bow at the force, but I avoid hitting my face against the floor. At the same time, my pussy explodes with heat and lust and desire.
Knox
Deep inside her, I run my hand over the curve of Avery’s waist, hips and ass before settling on grabbing her waist. I hold her in place as I move in and out of her, my balls slapping against her lips.
I can’t fucking believe she lay there like that and let me shave her. Every last bit. I took my time and she didn’t even care. Judging by her moaning, she enjoyed it as much as I did.
Except she probably didn’t realize the real reason I wanted to shave her. There’s no way she did. Avery would’ve said something if she knew I knew about her vlogs.
I can’t wait to see what she says about it in her next video. Wearing a scarf to hide the hickeys.
My heart hammers against my ribcage as I pound into her. Shit, I hope I don’t bruise her knees. She’s not complaining, anyway.
Avery reaches back and cups my balls. They tingle like crazy against her skin, and she rolls them in her palm. Fuck me. Fuck her. This is too good.