Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [46]
She tried to approach it practically. She lifted one leg up beside her on the bench, knee bent—although as she did it, it was impossible not to be aware that she was putting her pussy fully on display. Braden stood at the other end of the shower, water streaming over his back, watching.
Spraying shaving cream into her hand, she smoothed it over the flesh between her thighs. She drew in her breath at the light flutter that wafted through her, then took up one of the plastic razors and cautiously began to swipe the hair away. The sensation of moving the razor over such a sensitive area while Braden watched added to her growing arousal. Damn—she’d expected the task to excite him, not her—and yet her breath grew shallow as she saw the dark hair disappear, leaving soft, smooth skin in its place. Something about revealing this final hidden part of herself—to him, and also to herself—left her feeling alive, vibrant, brave, and gloriously brazen.
Across the shower, Braden’s eyes were glued to her pussy, making it feel so swollen that she couldn’t imagine what it looked like in such a state, now without even pubic hair to conceal it. She worked carefully, steadily, trying to remain calm and ignore her own ragged breathing, until she’d finished, leaving only a small tuft of pale curls at the top. “Good?” she asked, lifting her eyes to him.
His dark gaze shone with masculine pleasure as he answered with only a short nod, then bent one finger toward himself, summoning her. He stepped out of the spray so that she could move under it, and they both watched as the water washed away the remains of shaving cream. The second it was gone, Braden’s hand slipped between her legs. They both moaned at the touch.
“Just like I wanted you,” he said. “Soft and slick.”Then he pulled his hand away. “Feel it,” he instructed.
Given that she’d touched herself for him before, she didn’t hesitate. Yet she sucked in her breath when she discovered just how incredibly smooth she’d left herself.
“Beautiful,” he whispered over her, leaning in for a lingering kiss.
“I can’t really see it,” she admitted.
Reaching behind him for the shaving mirror, hung on a small hook, he held it in front of her at just the right angle—and she gasped. Men were used to having their sex organs on display—women, not so much. The vision was at once startling yet . . . lovely. Lovely to see what he saw and to know it turned him on. Lovely, too, to see what she really was down there, how she really looked.
Then she remembered what had prompted this. He’d told her he wanted to lick her some more. She’d already been very satisfied when he’d offered, but now she ached for stimulation to the flesh she’d just spent long minutes teasing in so many ways. “Do you want to kiss it now?” she whispered, peering up into those dark eyes, hoping he could see the lust in hers.
An expression of supreme gratification washed over his face—as if maybe he’d just figured out that he’d truly begun to change her, change her into what he wanted her to be.
He never answered, just pressed his palms to her hips and began walking her slowly backward until she bumped lightly into the bench. He eased her down onto it and issued a simple command. “Spread for me.”
Pulse racing, she parted her thighs, and it felt like she was opening herself to him in a whole new way.
He dropped to his knees, slid his hands up her thighs, and peered intently at her face. “Do you know how beautiful you are, Laura?”
She didn’t answer for a long moment, not sure how to. On an average day, she’d probably call herself a six. She wasn’t a stunner—she knew that and was okay with it. But with him, she felt beautiful, more desirable than ever before. “You make me beautiful,” she finally said.
The words brought a small smile to his mouth just before he bent to lick her. Same searing pleasure as before, yet even more intimate now, somehow. Because she’d bared this last private part of herself. She’d had no idea when he’d asked her to do it that it would feel like such a monumental change,