Free Godiva: Unbridled by Jenny Dare Page A

May watched, transfixed, and then he handed the shell to her.
    “Just do it like I showed you,” he instructed.
    “I don’t want to hurt you,” she said, suddenly worried that he skill wouldn’t be up to this delicate task.
    “I trust you completely,” he replied.
    She looked down, rubbed the slippery, shiny soap into his hair and held the shell exactly as he’d shown her. In a precise scrape, she sheared off a swatch of hair, and noticed that now that she was the one doing the shaving, his softened sex was beginning to stir. Focusing totally on the sharpened edge, she continued her handiwork with the seashell, scraping off all the hair from base to thigh, until he was as bare as she. Afterward, she held the heated cloth against his sensitive skin, remembering how that had felt for her the first time he’d pressed the hot, damp cloth against her, how it tingled and warmed her to the core. Beneath the cloth, his shaft stood fully erect now, brought to life from her gentle touches and movements as she manipulated around it to shave him clean.
    She trailed her fingers lightly over the smooth surface of his skin, from the sparsely haired inside of his thigh to the spot where he became silky and smooth. The cloth had lost its warmth, and she removed it, revealing his rock-hard member, standing stiff along his belly. It looked long and thick, so proud and almost on display now that it was cleared of all that hairy distraction. A curve in the shaft made it arc just slightly inward, as though it pointed toward his muscular stomach, and the tight bulb at the base of him seemed full, like an inflated ball. A low groan escaped his lips at her caress, exploring this new version of a man, soft and sleek yet undeniably masculine and powerful. He smelled slightly of citrus, the scent from the soap lingering on his skin. She bent her head to inhale the fragrance, all at once clean and sweet but mixed with his own smell that she had grown familiar with. So captivated by the softness of his skin, she examined it up close, and found her lips longing to kiss him. She pressed her mouth against his lower pelvis, felt the bulging weight of him against her nose. Under her lips, his skin felt warm and soft, and she kissed all over the area that she’d shaven. Her cheek slid along the side of his hardness, her long hair falling all around his naked belly as she moved across him. Moving her hands up, she cupped her palm against where his legs met, gently tickling him as she kissed and playfully licked him. His hips moved toward her, in need, in offering. She planted a feathery trail of kisses along his straining shaft, starting at the bottom, working toward the tip and she had a curious thought as to whether this was natural behavior the way they had been acting. From deep within though, she wanted to taste him as he’d tasted her, wanted to pleasure him in the same way, share the vulnerability of trust. She wrapped a gentle fist around him, slid her hand up and down a few tentative times then finally enclosed her lips around the swollen tip of him, moving her hand rhythmically as she took him into her mouth.
    Another breathy moan escaped his lips and his fingers wove into her hair, caressing the back of her neck, her scalp, as she moved. She listened to him, watched how he reacted as she slid his hardness in and out of her lips, mimicking the movements that she might make if she were actually making love with him. The taut smoothness of his shaft felt strange and invasive in her mouth, but as she looked up to see the pure ecstasy and joy her sucking and licking were bringing him, it fueled her, brought her a new kind of pleasure and power of her own. A sticky, salty droplet leaked from him, and she swirled her tongue around the swollen tip, watching his reaction. Slack jawed, he seemed so relaxed, yet so intensely pleasured. His eyes opened, looked down to where she knelt, watching her, and his hands moved from her head to gently caress her