I splashed some water on my body. Max watched it trickle down from my neck, over my breasts, and I looked down and saw a bead of water clinging to my right nipple.
I’m a firm believer that men should take care of themselves down there, just as they expect women to. I’d always liked the closely trimmed look and feel, but when I suggested to Max one day that we give it a try with both of us completely shaved, we loved it and were sticking with it for now.
There’s something completely different and sensual about the feeling of pure, soft, smooth skin-on-skin action. Or tongue-on-skin, for that matter.
“Here,” he said, holding the razor out to me. “I’ve shaved you before. Now it’s your turn.”
My eyes shot open. I hadn’t been expecting that in the least. “Serious.”
“Serious,” he said. “Go slow.”
I took the razor and settled in closer to him.
I started above his cock, letting the blade glide across his taught muscle slowly. He had been keeping up the grooming, so there wasn’t much to shave, but I was still taking my time with this unexpected thrill.
The trust it took for him to allow me to do this was even more of a rush.
With my left hand, I held his length, now growing erect, as I lightly dragged the blade around his balls.
Max got harder the longer this went on, his erection jutting out. At one point, I moved my face closer to him, sticking my tongue out and licking a little droplet of precome from the head.
“Dammit, Olivia, I can’t take this much longer.”
“What? Me holding this sharp object so close to your balls?”
He didn’t laugh, didn’t even smile at my joke. “No. Being this close to your mouth.”
I was finished shaving him, so I placed the razor in the holder on the wall, then filled my cupped hands with water and rinsed him off, removing what was left of the shaving cream. I did this three or four times, completely cleaning him…
And then I took the head of his cock between my lips, massaging it like that, running my tongue over the slit, driving him even more to the edge.
Max moved his hips forward a little, sliding more of his cock into my mouth. I opened wide and took as much of it as I could, closing my lips around him.
He ran his hand though my hair, gathering it in a bunch and holding it at the back of my head — not forceful, but guiding the action.
I felt him throb. He wasn’t about to come. He was flexing the muscle beneath his balls to make that happen. It was a sensation that he had created before, and I had told him how much I loved to feel it, both in my mouth and when he was inside me. He didn’t always do it, preferring instead to surprise me with it.
And he did, just then. I smiled around his cock.
“Bed.” That’s all he said. One word. That was a rare thing with Max, but when he did so, I felt a surge of unique excitement at his blunt command.
He stood, taking me by the hand as I stepped out of the tub, and he pulled me along to the bed, where he spun me around and I landed on my back. We hadn’t bothered to dry me off, so I was still damp from the waist down from sitting in the bathwater.
But, at a moment like this, who could possibly care?
Max’s head was between my legs in a flash, his face buried in my sex — his nose pressing on my clit as his tongue greedily lapped, then entered me.
He grabbed my ankles and moved my feet closer to my hips, bending my knees in the process, allowing me to lift my lower body off the bed. I bucked my hips as he fucked me with his tongue in hungry, excited, but feathery soft wet strokes.
I reached down and took a handful of his hair in my fist. I loved feeling how his head made a circular motion as his tongue massaged my clit.
I moved my hips up and down, faster against his face, and felt the first wave of orgasm ripple through me.
“Come in my mouth,” Max managed to say, his words intensifying the nerve-tingling rush he had brought me to.
He kept his tongue on my clit until the sensation was too great, and I pushed his head away. He rose on the bed, positioning himself between my legs. I felt the weight of his erection against my sex.
Max’s mouth went right for my breasts, first sucking on my left nipple, then my right, alternating between the two. He moved his hips, rubbing the plump crown of his penis against me. His tongue licked and flicked across my nipples, until finally he took one between his tongue and his upper teeth, a feeling I loved so much it made me arch my back involuntarily.
“Offense or defense?” he breathed.
It was a running joke between us — who would be on top to start? Offense was top, defense was bottom.
“Is it my turn to choose?” I asked. “Because right now I don’t care — ”
And just like that, having given him the faintest green light, he plunged the tip of his cock into me, then stopped. He slipped it out a little, then pushed back in.
“I love teasing you,” he said.
“You love trying to make me beg for it.”
Max didn’t say anything. He just kept up that taunting motion.
This too was part of the offense-defense thing we had — seeing who could hold out the longest.
I usually won this part of the battle, because Max always made me come before sex. Sometimes with his mouth, other times with his hand, and sometimes he even did it in this position using just the teasing glide of his rigid length across my wet folds.
Today, though, Max was going to win. After letting me shave him, and after that sheet-clawing orgasm he’d just given me, I wanted him inside me.
“Fuck me,” I said, reached out and putting my hand on his clenched ass, pulling him into me.
He slid in with one smooth thrust.
His head dipped and his lips sealed around mine. He groaned low in his throat as he drove his cock into me to the hilt. I threw my head back and his mouth went right for my throat.
Max then got up on his knees, placing his hand under me on the small of my back, lifting me slightly. It gave him a different angle of entry and he fucked me deep and hard until I felt his cock throbbing — not the kind he controlled, but the kind I always felt as his body geared up for orgasm.
I reached up and placed my palm flat on his stomach. I loved feeling the way his muscles contracted as he moved in and out of me.
The need. The desire. The power. Everything about his intense maleness while he fucked me sent my nearly helpless body right to the edge of orgasm again.
As I clenched around him, his own throbbing increased. I felt the first hot spurt of his come jetting out of his cock, then more, more, our skin-on-skin becoming warmer and slick, until we were both spent.