Page 112 of More Than Words

“Okay,” I whispered, leaning forward to grab my razor out of my toiletries bag and pressing it into his hand. “I forgot my shaving gel, but...”

“I’ll use mine. Then you can smell like me. Shower first?”

Nodding, I let him undress me, then he took his clothes off. My heart beat faster as I watched him lean into the shower to turn on the water. He held out his hand, helping me step over the threshold of the glass door, and into the warm spray of the water.

I didn’t even have to ask for help. Adrian pulled my shampoo off the shelf and massaged it into my scalp before he turned to me and ran his fingers through my hair to rinse it clean.

By the time he was done, I was more relaxed, my earlier discomfort fading away.

“Ready?” he asked, reaching around me to turn off the water after he’d cleaned himself.

“You sure you still want to do this?”

He chuckled, grasping my chin in his hand and tilting my head toward him. “You’re going to have to let me take care of you one of these days without thinking I don’t want to be doing it.” His other hand cupped the side of my belly. “If you hadn’t noticed, I’m a bit obsessed with you.”

“Not sure I understand why,” I sighed, closing my eyes to escape his intense stare.

“Because you’re fucking amazing. You still love me even when I’m being an asshole, and you look insanely sexy with my baby growing inside you.”

“Agree to disagree with that last one.”

“Yes, we fuckin’ will,” he said, shifting his hand to grasp mine and pull it toward him. Placing it on his cock, he groaned quietly, and I felt my cheeks heat when I felt how hard he was. “If I didn’t think you were sexy as fuck, I wouldn’t be hard as a fuckin’ rock right now.”

My hand closed around his length, pulling up and eliciting a hiss from him, but he stalled my movements, moving it away. “Don’t you want me to...” I trailed off as he pushed the shower door open and grabbed a towel off the nearby shelf.

“You’re not distracting me from what we should be doing right now. If we have time after, then you can touch my cock all you want. Right now, I’m going to get on my knees and take care of you.” As he noticed my smirk, he shook his head. “Shaving first. Making you scream later.”

He helped dry me off, wrapping a towel around my shoulders before he reached out to grab one for himself. I felt like I had a ticket to a private peep show as I unabashedly watched him dry off, his hard cock disappearing as he finally wrapped the towel around his waist.

Reaching up, I tucked a wet curl of his hair back, my fingers lingering on the side of his face. “Thank you for loving me so much.”

He nodded, leaning in, but stopping millimeters before his lips met mine. His voice was a whisper, but his words brought tears to my eyes. “It’s effortless, babe. I’m the one who should be thankful you’ve let me into your heart. I love you so much, Is.”

Adrian kissed me gently and leaned back, helping me step out of the shower ahead of him before he grabbed two more plush towels from the shelf. He laid one on the floor in front of the counter and placed the other on the edge of the waist height vanity.

“Up we go,” he said with a smile, reaching down to cup the back of my thighs before he hoisted me, and settled me onto the towel at the edge of the countertop.

“You’re going to throw your back out lifting me,” I joked, but he narrowed his eyes, clearly not liking the way I talked about myself. It was hard not to feel self-conscious when I weighed twenty pounds more than I used to.

“I could fuck you standing up right now and not break a sweat, so don’t worry about me hurting myself by lifting you up to the counter. Now sit back and be a good girl while I cover you in creamy white stuff.”

Laughing, I listened, propping myself up with my arms braced against the counter behind me. Adrian pulled a small bottle of shaving cream from his toiletry kit and squirted a generous amount in his hand before smoothing it onto the lower portion of my leg.

His tongue peeked out of the corner of his mouth as he gently stroked the razor upward, the blade gently rasping against my skin as he worked. I watched transfixed as he carefully shaved my calf, briefly stopping every few strokes to swish the razor in a small cup of water next to him and wipe the razor on the towel next to him before continuing.

When he was done with the first section, he moved to the sink, rinsing my razor more thoroughly under a stream of water, refilling his cup before he dropped back down and moved to the next part. My body was humming as he carefully shaved my thighs, his large hands bracing me on the edge of the counter as he stood between my knees. My belly almost touched his when he stepped in further to gently glide the razor over my outer thighs.

He leaned in, his soft lips brushing my earlobe. “Are your legs the only thing you want me to shave?”

“I...” I trailed off as his large hand settled high on my thigh, his thumb brushing the sensitive skin I hadn’t been able to reach with a razor in months.

“I’ll be gentle,” he whispered, his lips moving to caress the skin beneath my ear. “And when I’m done, I’ll make sure to get you nice and clean.”

“Mmm,” I hummed, feeling way more turned on than I should at him asking to shave my pussy.

“And then when I’ve wiped away all the cream, I’ll lick you until you’re screaming my name.”

“Fuck.”

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