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so powerful that he feared it would distract them from the true excitement of the evening.
    Merci’s body still touched Chris with awe. Why some guy hadn’t snatched her up years before was beyond him. Maybe they were just meant to be together.
    Chris wrapped a fluffy towel around his waist covering his rigid organ and reached into the stream of water to brush Merci’s nipple.
    She opened her eyes, a wide smile on her face. “Are you ready to come in yet?”
    “I want to,” Chris confessed, “but you’re too damned distracting. I think it’s time I start shaving you.”
    Merci trembled beneath the spray, making Chris grow even harder, as if that were possible.
    “It’s time to dry off and come into the bedroom.”
    Merci wrapped a towel around her—breasts to thighs—before leaving the bathroom. It didn’t stay there very long. As they approached the bed, Chris yanked it off in one rapid motion and spread the towel atop the pillows.
    Merci stood trying to cover herself with her arms, reacting in equal parts to the shock of cool air on her flesh and the surprise of being suddenly naked. The latter motivation didn’t really make any sense, Chris had been staring at her in the shower for the past ten minutes, but some reactions went beyond reason.
    “Why don’t you lie down here on your back?” Chris suggested, patting the mattress with his hand.
    Merci crawled onto the bed, all too aware of Chris’ eyes on her breasts, her hips, her thighs and her ass. His eyes were wide with excitement.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Seventeen
    Merci
     
    Merci watched those eyes closely as she rolled onto her back and spread her thighs. The lips of her pussy parted, opening for his inspection.
    “Is this what you want to see?” she asked, sliding her hands down her stomach, through her bush and gently spreading the lips even further for him. His eyes narrowed as he focused on the pink flesh within. His hand moved to the bulge beneath his towel and gripped himself as he stared at her.
    “Maybe you want to start by fucking me?” Merci suggested.
    Chris slowly shook his head and released himself. “Oh, I’m going to fuck you, Merci, but first I’m going to shave you bald and lick your bare pussy.”
    He came around the mattress and positioned himself between Merci’s legs. Then he reached over to the table he had set up beside the bed and removed a steaming washcloth from one of the bowls. “This may be a little hot,” he warned her as he dropped the cloth onto Merci’s pussy.
    She hissed in response, sitting up rapidly, hands racing to push the washcloth off her flesh, but Chris’ hands were ahead of hers. He caught the cloth and scrubbed it hard into her bush and over her groin.
    “I can’t believe you just did that!” Merci told him.
    “Feels good, doesn’t it? All that heat soaking into your skin.”
    Merci started to settle back down onto the mattress. “Now it does, but when you first dropped it on me-”
    Chris playfully tossed the cloth up between Merci’s breasts and reached for the shaving cream. He filled his open palm with foam and smeared the soap all over Merci’s bush. Then he picked the washcloth back up from between Merci’s breasts and cleaned his hands. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”
    Chris chose one of the disposable razors and dipped it into the second bowl of water. Then he leaned close over Merci’s pussy and touched the metal to her flesh just above the line of foam. “Are you ready for me?”
    Merci shivered.
    With his left hand, Chris pinched the loose flesh and pulled it taut. Then he dragged the razor cleanly down Merci’s mons veneris revealing the smooth brown flesh beneath.
    Merci quivered with excitement. Her muscles tensed and the heat roared between her legs.
    Chris rinsed the razor in the bowl of water and then stroked the clean flesh with the tip of his finger. “So smooth,” he whispered.
    Merci trembled at his touch.
    Chris scraped the