He applied the white foam to my mound, cleaned his hand on the towel, and picked up the blade.
Cold metal kissed my sensitive skin, and I froze. The blade was wickedly sharp. What would happen if there was even the slightest slip? I gulped. The blade made a faint rasping as it slid across my skin, removing the hair with it. I risked a glance at Tam’s face. He stared down at me in fierce concentration, his eyes narrowed, his teeth digging into his lower lip. He could hurt me now, if he wanted—hurt me badly—and I tried not to think about how casually he’d kicked a man in the face downstairs.
Tam shaved me bare, then wiped away any lingering foam with the damp towel. It was oddly intimate, him cleaning me like that, and I turned my face away, not wanting to make eye contact with him.
“That’s better.” He tossed the items he’d been using to one side. “Now I can do this.”
His head dropped between my thighs. He sucked one of my labia into his hot mouth, and I gasped. He released me and did the same to the other side. With my sensitive, freshly shaved flesh, I felt every touch of his tongue. I was already aroused, aroused but also dismayed. He released that side, too, but not before scraping with his teeth. He dipped his tongue into my slit and drew it up to land on my clit, which he covered with his mouth and sucked on, hard.
I squealed, little lightning bolts of pain mixing with my arousal. He sucked harder, then used his tongue to flick me with fast strokes. I clenched and unclenched my hands, part of me wanting to reach down and lace my fingers through his hair, while the other part was terrified to touch him. I resorted to bunching the bed sheets in my fists as I arched and squirmed beneath him.
Just when I thought I was about to reach my peak, he lifted his face from my pussy, his lips wet from my juices. “You still want to flirt with other men in bars?” he growled.
I shook my head and lifted my hips, wanting more. Needing more.
“Say it.”
“No, I don’t. Please, don’t stop.” I was so close now; he couldn’t leave me like this.
A cruel smile crossed his lips. “I like hearing you beg. Do it again. Tell me what you want.”
I’d have said anything he wanted at that point. “Please, Tam. Keep licking me. Don’t stop.”
“Tell me what you want me to lick.”
“My pussy. Lick my pussy. I want you so bad.”
“That’s better.”
He ducked his head again, and this time, instead of settling over my clit, he pushed his whole tongue into my channel. I arched my back off the bed, crying out with the sheer pleasure of it. Any thoughts I might have had to tell him to stop fled from my mind. His tongue pushed in and out of me, the strong muscle seeming to lick my inner walls. He placed his thumb over my clit, pressing down and rubbing firmly.
I pulsed my hips to match his rhythm. My body took over whatever thoughts my brain might have had, and I finally reached down to knot my fingers in his soft dark hair. An intense orgasm built within me, coiling tighter and tighter, low in my belly. The muscles in my thighs trembled, my toes curling.
Dear God, I thought I was going to explode, and all the while, Tam kept licking and licking and licking me, his thumb strumming my clit.
Every nerve ending in my body sparked with heat, and I cried out, shuddering with ecstasy.
I fell limp against the bed, and Tam lifted his face from between my legs and wiped the back of his arm across his mouth. I was breathing hard, my breasts rising and falling with every gasp. My heart thundered so loudly, I was sure he could hear.
What was he going to do now? Would he fuck me? Would I let him?
Yes, at that moment, I thought I would. I was so impossibly wet down there—I had no idea I could get so wet—and even though I already had a good idea that Tam was massive, I was sure it wouldn’t hurt too much, would it?
From the shape beneath his trousers, it was easy to see he was hard. Tam unzipped his fly and took himself out, his hard length resting in his hand.
Was it going to happen now? Would he take my virginity? With a sharp snap of awakening, I realised I wouldn’t have said no, even if I’d wanted to.
His hand ran from his base, up to the head, and back down again. He held himself steady, with his arm against the headboard, and I realised I’d seen him in that position before—in the shower. His hand moved faster and faster on his cock, and I wanted to reach for him, to pull him on top of me, to have him kiss my mouth, but there was no connection between us. I felt as though I might as well not have even been there.
He stared at my tits while he masturbated, but I didn’t see so much as a flicker of emotion in his eyes. I was nothing but an inanimate object to him, a thing to serve as a function.
I should have told him to stop, but some stupid, inexperienced part of me wondered if this was normal. He’d given me my release, hadn’t he, so now surely he should be able to have his however he wanted. It wasn’t as though he was asking me to do anything for him that I didn’t want to. I was just lying there, with my legs spread, expecting to receive a pounding and going wanting.
Tam grunted and threw his head back, exposing his thick, muscular throat, and a second later, hot fluid splattered across my tits. A couple of drops hit my chin, and I flinched and gasped.
Was that seriously it?
Tam didn’t say a word. He put himself away and dropped to his side on the bed, facing away from me. I lay there with Tam’s cum splattered across my chest, my pussy still soaked from my cream and his salvia, completely clueless about what I was supposed to do next.