cream, giving it a few expert shakes before squirting the foam directly on her mound.
Her pulse pounded while she waited for him to smooth it around the delicate skin between her legs with his fingers, but he picked up the paintbrush instead. Unwinding the tiny tie that held the cardboard wrapper together, he tossed it aside impatiently before fanning the bristles against the palm of his hand, staring at her.
Not her pussy or her tits, but her face. Cynda suddenly found it hard to breathe. What kind of man looked at a woman's face when he had her naked and spread? He was unlike any man she'd ever met.
The first soft touch of the paintbrush made her jump. He barely glanced away while using the brush to spread the shaving cream. The bristles caught on her curls. Each tiny vibration seemed to tingle inside her. He swirled the brush around her clit, causing her back to arch. His dark brows rose just a bit toward the tumble of hair over his forehead, and his lips curled with satisfaction as he repeated the motion, yet his eyes never left her face.
No man had ever taken the time to inventory what turned her on. Cynda wondered what he'd do with the information once he'd wrung every response from her body, but he changed the stroke of the brush from circling around her clit to an up-and-down motion along her slit and made her lose her train of thought. The soft touch was torture. He seemed to love not giving her enough, keeping her on the edge, needing satisfaction. The dildo, though, gave her hope he'd use it to fuck her.
Or maybe he'd use the smooth plastic handle of the brush, like he'd done with that silver fork handle.
Cynda didn't care, so long as he fucked her somehow.
* * * *
Daniel considered taking her along to the shop, but the hours he needed to spend working on the quarterly tax report discouraged him. Better to make her wait anxiously for him to return, he decided.
When she was squirming and panting, he laid the brush aside and picked up the razor. "Lie back, Cynda, and be very still. I'd hate to nick you." He grabbed another dishtowel out of the drawer and folded it rapidly. Lifting her head, he slid the towel in place for a makeshift pillow and took a final look at her eyes. It was as if those dark pools sucked him under every time he really stared at them. The drowsy way she'd looked up at him the night before had prompted him to take her to his bed rather than to a room upstairs as he'd planned.
If he was playing house, he might as well get the full effect.
Looking away, he turned his attention to the tempting sight of her folds, drawing the razor carefully over her mound while he used his fingers to spread her. Concentrating was difficult since his cock was hard as nails, but Dan had a plan to take care of that too, if Cynda cooperated. A smile curved his lips again as he wondered whether or not she'd take the bait he planned to set for her and set up the evening's fun while he carefully shaved the tender skin. Her tummy rose and hollowed as he manipulated the razor. He made certain to brush her clit as often as possible with his fingertips and knuckles. Her cream mingled with the canned variety as he worked.
Once he had her shaved, he rinsed her gently, scooping the water from the faucet into his palm before pouring it over her, then patted her dry. He couldn't resist leaning down to press his lips to the top of her pretty pink slit. Straightening, he looked at her. Her eyes were closed and her lush lips were turned up in a little smile that did something funny to his chest.
No. He wasn't going to allow himself to get sucked in by her feminine charms any more than by her incredibly submissive nature. She was here because she wanted something, something he had no intention of giving.
He picked up the silicone dildo he'd allowed one of his brief playmates to make from a mold of his cock with some kit she'd ordered off the internet. He'd taken the gift, but never returned again to use the toy on
Her pulse pounded while she waited for him to smooth it around the delicate skin between her legs with his fingers, but he picked up the paintbrush instead. Unwinding the tiny tie that held the cardboard wrapper together, he tossed it aside impatiently before fanning the bristles against the palm of his hand, staring at her.
Not her pussy or her tits, but her face. Cynda suddenly found it hard to breathe. What kind of man looked at a woman's face when he had her naked and spread? He was unlike any man she'd ever met.
The first soft touch of the paintbrush made her jump. He barely glanced away while using the brush to spread the shaving cream. The bristles caught on her curls. Each tiny vibration seemed to tingle inside her. He swirled the brush around her clit, causing her back to arch. His dark brows rose just a bit toward the tumble of hair over his forehead, and his lips curled with satisfaction as he repeated the motion, yet his eyes never left her face.
No man had ever taken the time to inventory what turned her on. Cynda wondered what he'd do with the information once he'd wrung every response from her body, but he changed the stroke of the brush from circling around her clit to an up-and-down motion along her slit and made her lose her train of thought. The soft touch was torture. He seemed to love not giving her enough, keeping her on the edge, needing satisfaction. The dildo, though, gave her hope he'd use it to fuck her.
Or maybe he'd use the smooth plastic handle of the brush, like he'd done with that silver fork handle.
Cynda didn't care, so long as he fucked her somehow.
* * * *
Daniel considered taking her along to the shop, but the hours he needed to spend working on the quarterly tax report discouraged him. Better to make her wait anxiously for him to return, he decided.
When she was squirming and panting, he laid the brush aside and picked up the razor. "Lie back, Cynda, and be very still. I'd hate to nick you." He grabbed another dishtowel out of the drawer and folded it rapidly. Lifting her head, he slid the towel in place for a makeshift pillow and took a final look at her eyes. It was as if those dark pools sucked him under every time he really stared at them. The drowsy way she'd looked up at him the night before had prompted him to take her to his bed rather than to a room upstairs as he'd planned.
If he was playing house, he might as well get the full effect.
Looking away, he turned his attention to the tempting sight of her folds, drawing the razor carefully over her mound while he used his fingers to spread her. Concentrating was difficult since his cock was hard as nails, but Dan had a plan to take care of that too, if Cynda cooperated. A smile curved his lips again as he wondered whether or not she'd take the bait he planned to set for her and set up the evening's fun while he carefully shaved the tender skin. Her tummy rose and hollowed as he manipulated the razor. He made certain to brush her clit as often as possible with his fingertips and knuckles. Her cream mingled with the canned variety as he worked.
Once he had her shaved, he rinsed her gently, scooping the water from the faucet into his palm before pouring it over her, then patted her dry. He couldn't resist leaning down to press his lips to the top of her pretty pink slit. Straightening, he looked at her. Her eyes were closed and her lush lips were turned up in a little smile that did something funny to his chest.
No. He wasn't going to allow himself to get sucked in by her feminine charms any more than by her incredibly submissive nature. She was here because she wanted something, something he had no intention of giving.
He picked up the silicone dildo he'd allowed one of his brief playmates to make from a mold of his cock with some kit she'd ordered off the internet. He'd taken the gift, but never returned again to use the toy on
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