Chapter 27 #2
I can feel liquid desire begin to leak out of me and as he turns his attention on my left pussy lip, he too notices what is leaking out of me. He sucks in a breath and looks up at me wide eyed. “Do you enjoy me shaving you here?” his deep husky voice sends a shiver down my spine.
I crinkle my eyes, and the corners of my lips turn up in a slow smile, something tells me this man needs care and gentleness in return for his, “I had no idea how good it would feel, Carl.” And that is the honest truth.
Pleasure ripples across his face as he answers, “I have waited a very long time to do this.” Before turning his attention back to my pussy.
He begins to shave me carefully and I trust him.
When he pulls back to admire his work, I see once again the bulge in his trousers.
He then dips a washcloth into the soapy water and gently wipes away any remaining soap across my body.
Moving off the bed, Carl takes the bowl, razor, soap and washcloth to the bathroom and returns with a small bottle of oil.
When he opens it, I think I can smell camomile as he dabs a drop on his hand before closing the lid and then begins to rub the oil delicately into my right arm, then my left.
Another drop later and he’s massaging my legs better than any massage I’ve ever experienced.
Maybe it’s because I’m naked and turned on so much, I could burst into flames.
Rubbing up and down my legs, getting close to my pussy and then further away again.
I’m enjoying the massage so much but it’s also killing me that he’s not touching me near my clit which has almost got its own heartbeat.
Finally, he tips another drop of oil into his hands and rubs it into the folds of my pussy.
He works upwards just like he did with the razor, even my back hole wants the attention of his magic fingers.
Carl’s massaging fingers edge closer and closer to my clit and I wonder if he’s avoiding it on purpose or oblivious to it.
I get my answer instantly when he swipes three fingers across it, and I can’t contain my moan.
One side of his mouth crooks up and he does it again, and then again.
I’m so far gone on the edge, it’s the fourth stroke that has me arching my back and screaming out his name as he continues his swipes until the pulsing of my orgasm has depleted and I begin to shudder at its sensitivity.
Carl looks in awe of what he just did or maybe how I just reacted.
In a blink his eyes turn hungry, he undoes the buttons to his trousers, pulls his stiff, hairless cock out and lines it up to my entrance.
Without a word, he slowly slides between my folds and edges inside of me, my legs still bent and open.
I can see he’s on the edge himself as I wrap my legs around his waist and my hands around his face, a couple of thrusts until he hits the back of my walls and he’s coming undone inside of me.
I feel his body shudder and his cock pulses deep inside of me.
Looking down at me with questioning eyes, I offer the reassurance he needs immediately.
“That was the most incredible experience I’ve ever had Carl, thank you,” I say, trying to convey in my voice I mean every word.
“I’m sorry I was so quick. I nearly came twice when I was shaving you, especially after I found your second tattoo,” he blushes.
“I thought I was going to self-combust when you were shaving me too,” I giggle.
Carl gently pulls out his softening cock and goes to tuck it back into his beige trousers before thinking better of it. Instead, he chooses to leave it out and lie next to me on the bed. “Thank you for allowing me to shave you like that. It was everything I dreamt it would be and more.”
“It was my pleasure Carl; I felt like I was at a sensual spa with a happy ending.” I giggle as I turn on my side to face him.
“You took better care of me than any massage or treatment I’ve ever received,” I smile at him.
I lie with him and enjoy the afterglow we both share before soft music begins to play on the speaker.
I frown at him questioningly and he groans.
“That’s Cook’s music, it means my time is up for today. But I’ll be back to shave you every morning. And I’ll be around and watching.”
“I’m looking forward to seeing you again already, Carl.” I’m surprised that I do genuinely mean that too.
He leans in and kisses me deeply, our tongues reuniting for one last kiss before he pulls himself off the bed, cock hanging out of his trousers as he walks into the bathroom to clean up.
He returns with a washcloth and carefully spreads my legs, dabbing it between my folds before we both look up and see a man coming through the doorway in front of us.
He smiles widely, creating dimples in both cheeks.
This must be Cook. He’s slim with cropped blonde hair and black rimmed glasses and deep dimples in his cheeks.
My guess is that he’s in his early forties.
He nods to me, then to Carl and Tom. To Carl he says, “We enjoyed watching you shave our Roxy here, I’ve had a stiffy since Dr Jack undressed her.”
I sit up and cross my legs on the bed seeing as I no longer need to lie down.
“Hi Roxy, it’s so nice to finally meet you in person,” Cook says as he bounds up to me holding out his hand. I take it and he shakes it softly. I smile back at him. “I hope you’re hungry,” he says teasingly.
“I think I’ve built up an appetite being so well looked after by Carl,” I say as I watch Carl head towards the door. He turns and smiles shyly at me.
“See you tomorrow, princess,” he says as he walks out of the door.