The cup of coffee rested on the counter as she looked at herself in the mirror. She lathered herself up with the shaving cream and took the razor in her hand. Her focus at that time didn’t allow for her to see him. She never heard him come behind her or wrap his arms around her waist. It wasn’t until she felt his touch that she realized he had walked in. She could smell his scent now, awakening her arousal.
His mouth approached her lobe, kissing it gently. He took the razor from her hand and held her long nightshirt against her frame, keeping it in place, allowing her to remove her hand from it, his fingers massaging her stomach softly. “Let me help you with that, baby”, he whispered to her, his voice sending a shiver through her body.
Slowly, gently, he began to take the razor and gently glide the blade over her mound, watching her eyes as she took her coffee, her gaze affixed on him through the mirror. He worked, slowly, painstakingly, taking the utmost care with what was his. After he finished, he took the towel, and wiped away the excess cream, leaving his fingers to slowly massage every inch of her newly bare sex. “Mmm, so sexy, love.” She put her coffee down and turned to him, feeling his arms wrap around her in a firm, tight embrace, their lips meeting one another, tongues gently dancing as they moved back towards the bedroom, their bodies intertwining together, hands slowly beginning the exploration of each other.
Mischief's Muse 