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Iwant to be straddled between his thighs.
Does that even make sense?
I barely register the details in the bathroom. Black shower curtain, and a black bathmat. No granny-chic touches here.
Zeppelin’s eyes darken with hunger as soon as I step into the small space. “I changed my mind about the ice cream. I think I’d like to eat it right off your freshly shaved pussy, blending it with your sweeter cream as I make you come all over my tongue.”
I imagined so many filthy things on the way here. My panties were already wet, but now I’m sure that I’m soaked through.
“Why do you think I’m going to shave for you?” He clearly means towatch. Why do I find that so hot?
“You’re not. I’m going to do it for you.”
I practically fall over. My legs have zero power left in them. “W-what makes you think that I’d agree to that?”
“Have you ever shaved before? Your nerve endings are so sensitive.”
“I- have. I just prefer to look like a woman.”
“Do you think shaving your pussy makes you less of a woman?”
“Stop it. You’re not really going to do that.” I slam the cosmetic bag down on the small countertop bordering the sink and angle away, mostly so I can catch my breath.
“I will if you’d like me to.”
I’ve never done anything like this before. I had to put up a token amount of protest to make myself believe that I’m still the one in control and not just blindly taking orders, but I sure unzip my bag fast enough and produce my razor. If I didn’t want to do this, I wouldn’t have put on a fresh blade right before I left.
There’s no way I can just hand it over. I set it down on the other edge of the sink and leave it there. My face is a thousand degrees, but it’s nothing compared to how hot my body is. My skin is already oversensitive all over as I peel my dress over my head. I believe in comfort above all, but I put on the nicest bra I own. It’s beige to match my panties and pushes up my breasts slightly without the painful underwire.
Zeppelin growls after I unhook it, freeing my breasts.
My belly is still perfectly flat. I’m tall, it’s my first pregnancy, and it’s still very early. From what I read online, I might not even show until I’m around six months. I couldn’t tell Bronte was pregnant at that time, but it’s not like I saw her without clothes on.
My breastshavechanged already. They’re bigger, rounder, and so sensitive that even taking the bra off makes me want to weep with relief.
Zeppelin seems to take up the whole bathroom. He steps close to me and runs his hand over the curl of my hip. His fingers travel down, over my panties. “Is this for me?”
I jerk my head down, sucking in my breath when I see the wet spot on the front of them. “Yes,” I whisper hoarsely.
I lean against the sink, an image of Zeppelin tearing off these panties and hiking me up onto it, wrapping my legs around his muscular waist and thrusting into me with a single rough stroke, sends a hot gush of wet to add to the growing damp patch on my panties.
“I love the way you look at me,” Zeppelin groans. “How your eyes go bright like that and so dark. How your cheeks are so pretty when they’re flushed bright pink as you think allthose dirty, lust-filled thoughts. You want this, don’t you Ginny? You’ve been thinking about it for days.”
Is there any point in denying it when my body will just give me away? “Yes.” I feel like I’ve just admitted to wanting him to fill me up with his come by the unfiltered glow of triumph that makes him smirk. There’s something wrong with me that I even like that.
“Did you think about this?” He cups one of my oversensitive breasts in his palm and swirls his tongue over the nipple. I hiss with pleasure, threading my fingers through his hair. He releases my nipple with a loud pop. “This is just a taste. You want the real thing, you can get in that shower, put your hands above your head, and spread your legs for me.”
“What? Like a good girl?” I sass. A good girl who blindly follows orders? That’s not me. I’ve always been too self-assured and confident in my own power.
“No, darling. Like a very bad, bad girl. Like a bad girl who wants me to shave her bare and feast on her sweet pussy until she’s coming so hard that she can’t even stand up. Like a bad girl who wants to be taken soaking wet on my bed, ass in the air, that tight little pussy impaled on my cock. Like a bad girl who knows that I’ve been craving her to the point of utter madness, who knows that I won’t stop until I’ve come so deep inside of you that it’s going to be leaking out of you all the way to your sister’s house.”
Oh my fuck.
I strip my panties off and get into the shower. I stand under the warm spray and get my hands above my head. The shower is a stall with a curtain. It’s not fancy or expensive, butit’s the perfect size for Zeppelin to kneel down in front of me, razor in hand.
He runs a finger down my slick seam, and just that motion and the hot water spraying gently over my sensitive breasts and nipples, causes me to tremble. Heat coils in my belly.
I’ve always preferred to leave hair down there, but I do trim. The first stroke of the razor in Zep’s capable hands takes off a strip of hair right down the center. He’s not going to leave anything. When he said bare, he meant it.
