- Written By my dear friend, Exxotica -

He loved watching her in the morning.  He could see her through the beveled-glass shower doors, her delicate hands moving slowly over the smooth curves of her body, effortlessly gliding over her upturned breasts, down her belly, then to the lower part of her body, the treasure chest of pleasures that possessed him. He remembered the hours spent touching and kissing her, and the thoughts raced from his brain to his cock, causing it to come alive again.  

Watching her reflection in the mirror, he smiled to himself.  She stepped out of the shower, wrapping the big, fluffy white towel around her, her long red hair dripping water on her face.  She started to dry off, unaware of his eyes upon her, and even this simple ritual excited him.  

She slipped on her blue silk robe, tying it loosely.  She reached for the comb, passing it through her thick mane.  One of her breasts refused to be enclosed, but she didn't seem to notice or care.  He was standing next to her, finishing his morning shave and a grin crossed his face.  She had caught him looking at her wayward breast.

"Are you thinking of something I should know about?" she smiled.

"No, you don't need to know everything Miss Pris!", he replied.

She grinned and stepped over to him, seductively whispering into his ear,

Well, then let me give you something to think about."

She put her arms around his neck, pressed her body tightly to his, and kissed him deeply, her tongue dancing into his mouth.  Her robe opened more, and she pressed her breasts against his chest.  She rubbed them sideways across him, teasing her nipples in a delightful manner.  His cock awakened fully and stood proudly at attention.  

She whispered to him, "Want To Fuck!"

Without an answer, he moved his hands to her shoulders and slid her robe down her arms until it had fallen to the floor.  Hungrily, he kissed her, forcing his body to mold against her.  Their tongues intertwined, and with deft hands, she reached down and squeezed his rigid cock, moaning a woman's pleasure.

He leaned against the vanity and looked into her eyes.  Her smile spoke a thousand words and his strong hands gripped her arms.  He lifted her off the floor and set her on the bathroom counter.

In surprise, she asked, "What are you doing?"  He gave her an evil grin and reached for his shaving cream.  "I'm going to finish shaving.  Spread your thighs for me!"  She leaned back on the counter and spread her legs as commanded.  She reached for her breasts.  Her nipples grew rigid with desire, as she pulled and twisted them between her thumbs and index fingers.

He gently rubbed the shaving cream on his fingers and placed them on the flesh of her pussy, rubbing it into her.  She spread her legs still wider, allowing him full access to her most secret places.   

He picked up the razor and slowly began to shave her exposed area in a downward motion.  The sharp razor passed over her flesh, and the downy-soft, strawberry pubic hair disappeared.  Slowly and methodically he ran the instrument across her mound, making sure he reached every crevice.  He rinsed her delicate skin in lukewarm water, running his fingers across her pussy, testing his handiwork.  He noticed the moistness that started to emerge between her parted lips and he inhaled her scent, knowing the wetness was a prelude to her endless passion.

In a swift motion, he lifted her off the counter and carried her to the bedroom.  He set her on the edge of the bed and kneeled before her.  

"Baby, spread your thighs apart so I can look at you," he whispered.

He pulled her hips closer to his face, his fingers spreading her open.  Leaning forward, he ran the hardened point of his tongue along her clit, licking at her sweet nectar.  He listened to her moan, a deep growl in the pit of her belly that slowly escaped her throat.  She pressed herself down further onto his face and tongue.  He continued licking the full length of her cunt, sucking her throbbing and unsheathed clit between his lips.

He pushed his middle finger up into her.  Grinding against his finger, she groaned her need for more, her passion consuming her with the need to be fucked in every way.

Removing his fingers, he seductively licked them, thrilled at the taste of her sweetness.  He turned her around, bending her over the bed. Grabbing her thighs, he ran his hands over her smooth shaven pussy and smelled the need of her arousal.  His fingers dug into her hips, positioning her for their coupling.  She looked around at him, seeing him move closer to her body.  

She could feel the tip of his cock as it gently pushed open the gates of her womanhood.  Her body opened to him.

"Ohhhh, yessss." "Fuck Me."

She began to move backward onto his cock, urging it deeper into her dripping pussy. He grabbed her hair, and with one hand on her hip, he pushed inside of her, each thrust driving his cock deeper.  He felt her muscles contract, then release, then contract.  He pounded into her, his balls slapping against her ass.  

She whimpered, "Now, please … I want to cum … I can't hold it back!"

He plunged wildly inside her with a frenzy of male need, wanting to lose himself in her as he felt his own climax approaching.

Then it was there.  He shot his hot cum into her, mixing his male cream with her own sweet juices.  She arched her back, sinking him deeper into her.  She gripped the edge of the counter and screamed his name one last time as climax overtook her body.  

Still breathing fast, he slowly slid off her and ran his cock up and down the crevice of her ass.  After recovering from the intense moment, she looked up at him, a fire in her eyes that could not be denied.  

"Now, look what you've done.  I guess I will have to take another shower.  But did I thank you for the magnificent shave?"