Free Godiva: Unbridled by Jenny Dare

lips, her head thrown back, breasts quaking, hips tipping, then frozen as the ebbing peaked and subsided.

Chapter 10

    Thomas moved his hand around to her lower back, supporting the Lady May as she collapsed against his palm, and he kissed lightly all along the top of her bare skin. His fingers slipped out, and he held them, warm and wet against her inner thigh. The scent of her filled the humid chamber, smelled erotic and clean, like fragrant water with a slight hint of musky depth. Thomas looked up at her as he kissed her, moving along her pelvis, his nose and lips glistening with her juices. She wondered how she tasted.
    “Kiss me,” she whispered, pulling him with one arm up toward her. He rose, his erection standing straight and ready, straining toward her. Wrapping an arm around his neck, she kissed him deeply, smelling herself on his face, tasting her own salty blandness on his lips. Licking his top lip, she kissed his cheeks, darting her tongue out to taste herself on him, and it fueled a primal need within her. She pressed her sensitive mound against his stiff member, and it bobbed in reaction to her rubbing against him.
    “Your turn,” she said, leaning back, a vixen-like smile playing over her lips.
    “My turn?” he replied. “For what?”
    The lady tipped her head and bit her bottom lip, reaching to the shelf where Thomas had laid the sharpened seashell. She smiled up at him as she dipped her other hand in the little bowl of frothy foam.
    “Oh no, that’s not for me,” he said, but he didn’t move away. It was fun to watch her be so crafty and playful.
    “But why not? Don’t you think our bare skin would feel lovely sliding against each other, like slippery bar soap in a bathtub!”
    “But don’t you think it strange? A man with no hair? Wouldn’t it feel… obscene to you, lady?” Her eyes sobered as she gingerly turned the seashell over in her palm.
    “I’ve never felt so safe and so happy as I have here with you, Thomas,” she said. “I don’t know what my other life was. But I love this life right now. Nothing about us is obscene. When I give myself to you, it’s not just for the pleasure of the flesh but because I feel happy with you. Your body is beautiful and manly, no matter how it appears.”
    A small smile crossed Thomas’s lips. He gestured at a kettle set over a pot of hot stones. “Fetch me that kettle.”
    She watched as he poured the hot water over the same cloth he’d held against her, rinsing it out over the bathtub and then wringing it. He pulled a wooden chair from the corner, where it had served as a hanging place for his clothes, and sat back in the chair, draping the warm, wet cloth over his now semi-hard phallus.
    “Would you like me to do the honors, or would you like to learn to do it yourself?”
    “Oh, teach me, please!” She exclaimed, and positioned herself on top of the folded towel on the floor, between his open legs. She handed over the shell, and held the bowl for him. He folded back the cloth, exposing just one side of his pelvis, and he shook his head.
    “Nay,” he said, “too thick, too long. Must be trimmed first. Then we use the shell. Shears, please?”
    She handed him the tiny shears, watched as he trimmed away the length of his own furry mound, moved his shaft aside as he snipped the hair on his lower belly, until finally he seemed satisfied. After another soak with the cloth, he reached for the bowl.
    “Now, you dip your fingers in, and get a nice little scoop there, on your fingertips. There you go. Now… rub it into the hair, just right there, above the thigh. Mustn’t get too ambitious. Slowly, slowly. See how nice and slippery that is? All right. Now, you hold the skin tight, like this,” Thomas reached down, held the skin of his thigh taut, and scraped the sharpened shell along the growth of hair. It disappeared in a clean swipe, and he reached to swish the edge in the basin of water. He repeated this a couple of times as the Lady