You remove the shower head and rinse my hair then between my legs eliciting a groan. You drop the shower head and pull me close whispering that you want to finish this on the bed. I tell you I need to shave and you are torn between letting me or not letting me. You ask me what I need to shave and I tell you. Pretty much everywhere you chuckle. I say my legs, underarms, my bikini line. Still holding me close you turn my mouth to yours and say, "let me." You push my hands up above my head and soap up one underarm then the other. After rinsing them you kiss each. With one hand you take the can of skintimate and coat my underarm. You grab the razor and slowly shave. So gently I barely feel you. This light touch causes me to swoon. You sense my reaction and gently slip in to the space between my legs. As you shave the right side, you kiss the left side of my neck. You let go of my hands and guide yourself into me, still shaving. The eroticism is burning me up. The tender touch and roughness of your thrusts. You reach around and grab my breasts pulling and tugging. Making me melt. You grab my hair and roughly turn me so our mouths meet and our tongues caress each other.
We both explode and it takes us long minutes to wind down but you continue to lightly thrust and our mouths continue to explore each other. The hot water has long been gone but neither of us notices our heat keeping us warm.
You promise me we will shave the rest later and lead me to the bed.