No Ordinary Love, Part 3, chapter 226
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“Let me do that,” I said taking the razor from Sweetie’s hand and watching her elegantly lean her leg on my chest making herself comfortable in the tub. “How can you trust me like this?” I asked carefully sliding the edge of the razor down her skin.
“Would you feel better if I wouldn’t?” she teased.
“Seriously, you let me do this way too easily, love.”
“Men have more experience with shaving anyway,” she returned.
“Well, I do now, thanks to you. At least you saved me from embarrassing attempts to grown proper beard which is impossible. So, I have to thank you for that.”
“You’re welcome,” she snorted.
“I don’t mind it you know,” I still felt need to point out it’s not her fault her skin is so sensitive that I have to shave my face on daily basis in order not to cause her any rash.
“I know, but it kind of sucks,” she frowned. “It’s like I’m limiting your options.”
“No, just yours,” I returned carefully working around the delicate area of her knee. “You’ll never know how a real man with beard kisses. All you’ll ever know is baby face kiss.”
“I’m very much entrilled with just that, thank you,” she said arching a little so she could kiss me. She leaned back and set her eyes on watching me examining my hand’s work. “It’s amazing how much you enjoy something I detest with such passion.”
“That’s because you’re haughty towards artistic creations like yourself,” I seriously pointed out gliding with my hand slowly over the skin of her leg to check if it’s again perfectly smooth.
“Why have you stopped wearing earrings?” she asked squinting her eyes a little and totally buffled me. Luckily, I was still spreading shaving foam so I couldn’t cut her.
“What made you think of that?” I returned in wonder.
“They look good on you,” she smiled. “You know the round, silver ones. And now your hair is of proper length for them, too.”
“There’s proper length for earrings?” I chuckled.
“Yeah, now they’d look sexy on you.”
“They’d look sexy on you even more.”
“I like wearing them but I just tend to forget to put them on most of the time.”
“Haugty, haugty girl,” I shook my head slightly moving on to work on her other leg. “It’s high time you really start appreciating beauty. Learn how to enhance it.”
“I thought you belive I don’t need any enhancements,” she teased.
“You don’t but you also weren’t really keen on skirts but you learned how to wear them more often,” I pointed out. “Of course, now there’s more men drooling over you but it really boosts my ego knowing you’re just mine.”
“Oh, there we are,” she playfully said. “You think your ego would be even more patted if I’d wear earrings more often and even more men would drool over me?”
“Definitively,” I nodded. “You know my ego’s such fragile thing, you can’t really be cruel with it and deny it these little pleasures.”
“Of course not,” she agreed and I grinned doing the final stroke with the razor. “I wonder what kind of boost would your ego get if I’d walk the streets totally naked.”
“Now,” I looked her in the eyes stopping in my tracks. “You don’t say such things to man holding sharp objects so near your sensitive parts, you know. It might have very detrimental tragic effects, you know and we surely don’t want that, right?”
“Sorry,” she playfully apologized but she actually was teasing.
“Besides, you naked in public wouldn’t do thing for my ego unless we’d be fucking surrounded by well, some really thick barbed wire for our own safety. Actually, even that wouldn’t do anything for me, I probably couldn’t get it up at all. No, you naked in public is not good at all,” I finally concluded pushing her legs apart and letting her wrap them around my waist. “Arms up,” I instructed her and watched her lean so I could work on her armpits.
“This is my favourite part,” she murmured seductively.
“Mine, too, for many reasons,” I grinned kissing her lips lightly biting her lower lip just to add a tad to the mutual pleasure.
“That’s not fair.”
“Well, this is nothing compared to how unfair the other hot part of you is to my private parts at this critical moments. All these critical veins… if I lose control… this might turn from sensual erotic bathing into bloody, messy, tragic one.”
“You did this so many times before you could do it with your eyes closed.”
“Maybe, but I prefer my eyes open.”
“Too bad,” she grinned then pulled her arm very quickly from me and snatched a towel.
“You’re joking.”
“Nope,” she said and covered my eyes then tied it in the knot.
“I’m not doing this,” I protested.
“What? You’re afraid?”
“Yeah,” I nodded. “This is totally insane.”
“Maybe,” she agreed but what was irritating me was that by the sound of her voice it was clear she really want me to do this. Her hand wrapped gently around the wrist of my right hand in which I held a razor and began to position it back to her arm pit.
“Sweetie…”
“I dare you,” she really meant it. “Let’s see if I’m really crazy for trusting you so much.”
“I can tell you that right away. You are.”
“Come on, you won’t hurt me,” her voice sound very sure of it. “Trust me if you don’t trust yourself.”
This last sentence was spoken with such determinantion and certainty that my hand involuntarily began to move. In my mind before I even knew it, I could picture that part of her body and see it in front of my eyes. Still my heart was beating really hard for a pretty while and in the back of my head I was expecting to hear her wince in pain every second.
“One more left,” Sweetie remained calm as she moved my hand to the other spot and again I had it all in front of my eyes and felt much more confident in what I was doing. I even stopped when I though I’m done.
I felt the razor being pulled from my hand so I relaxed my hand and let it free, then I felt her body coming closer to me as her hand worked to untie the know on the towel and release me. My eyes slightly in shock of light after such darkness blinked few times and needed some time to readjust. But even in that blur I could tell Sweetie was rewarding me with the most delighted heartedly smile of self-satisfaction.
“I told you won’t hurt me,” she said as she wrapped her arms gently around my neck.
“You’re totally crazy, you know,” was all that I managed to say before she sealed my lips.
“But you wouldn’t change me,” she commented entangling her fingers in my hair.
“You got that right,” I chuckled though situation was heating up and getting astrayed from being funny. “I couldn’t even if I wanted,” my breaths were getting heavier since it was hard to talk when she seemed very determinant to make me shut up.
“You wrong,” she grinned against my lips. “So, wrong,” she looked me in the eyes dead serious and let me look at them for as long as I wanted only I couldn’t stand to look at them blazoned with lust. Instead I closed the gap between us and helped her get on top of me and just drop the conversation, leave it for later. A bit longer, later.
“It’s amazing, how we stay hot and water always gets cold,” she commented as she pulled out the plug and let the water go down the drain. “Remind me to ask George how’s that possible.”
Absentmindedly I nodded as I was adjusting the temperature of the shower to wash the bubbles off our skins. My mind was locked in some wonderful limbo and I didn’t really follow what Sweetie was talking about. Pretty soon she figured that out on her own and just remained silent and was smiling for a while. She left the bathroom before me, probably to go check if kids are alive or maybe they have managed to kill each other.
She came to the room just few moments after I got on bed. Lazily she sprouted next to me, discarding her bathrobe and patiently waited for the next part of my little worship routine of her.
I smiled at her, probably said it out loud how beautiful she is as I poured some body milk over her torso and began to gently massage it. I smiled to myself thinking how hard time I had at the beginning to make her let me do all these little things for her.
“I’m dying to know why you’re so sentimental all at once,” she sighed and my eyes briefly glanced at hers.
“I’m just remembering how stubborn you used to be,” I confessed. “Remember how much you protested about me being around when you’re shaving your legs?”
“Yeah,” she chuckled. “It was just weird since no one asked me that before.”
“I never asked that from someone before, either,” another confession as my palms are traveling over her ribs. “I never even imagined a girl doing it. But with you I just wanted to know everything. You’re always so beautiful no matter what you do, so I thought you can’t look bad shaving your legs.”
“Is that why you took over it?” she teased as I was rubbing the milk over her colar bone.
“No,” I looked her in the eyes sliding my palms up her neck. She hasn’t aged at all, didn’t get yet one wrinkle for all these years. “It’s my way of adoring you more,” I leaned and kissed her gently then as I pulled away I watched her eyes smile. “I love pleasing you,” I added as I moved to massage her legs.
“I love you pleasing me,” she purred like a kitten and made me smile. “At first it felt unfair but then I figured out how to make it beneficiary for both of us.”
“Now, that sounds like every time I do something for you, you pay me back with sex,” I pointed out. “Luckily for you I don’t get easily offended.”
“You know I didn’t mean that.”
“I know but it would be shame to miss such chance,” I admitted. I knew perfectly well, she was referring to doing same thing for me as I was doing to her at the moment. Another thing I always stubbornly refused until she suggested it. Then I didn’t even think of protesting, I just leaned back and enjoyed it. Though of course, first several attempts of her massaging me with body milk failed because I couldn’t control myself, but practice makes us all better. And years of it now make me a good sport. Myabe I still can’t make myself not get hard when she’s touching me, but at least I can keep myself from launching at her before she’s done with me.
She elegantly turned on her belly and closed her eyes as she sighed and I grinned knowing most of her really sensitive parts are now exposed to me. Poruing some milk on her back I bit my lip when I heard that little moan she always tries to suppress. Then when my palms connected with her back for the first time came a tender shudder, I really appreciated her appetites where like mine. Or maybe it’s just the two of us, the combination itself that still keeps us that hungry after all these years and kids. I thought it would tone down, I still don’t understand why or how Sweetie and I keep avoiding that ‘not in the mood’ usual state that our friends are already in for years. But I’m grateful we’re different.
“You scared me, you know,” I began glancing at her face and she blushed a little as her eyes opened and looked at me. “What got you into you? Adrenalin rush?”
“No,” she waited until I was done then turned on her side and watched me lay next to her. “I wanted to see if I’m right,” she said as she took the bottle from and poured milk over my skin.
“Don’t you know you’ll always right,” I slightly shook my head at her still waiting for that one time she’ll be wrong about something. Silly girl. She just decided not to comment and remained focused on rubbing the milk into my skin. “What were you testing? Me or yourself?”
“Both,” she flashed a little grin glad I saw her through. Unlike many other people I’ve met in my life, Sweetie was the only one that was incredibly happy whenever I’d make a good guess about her mind or intentions. It would always cause her to melt some more, lose some of her strength, make her more fragile. “I thought if I don’t flinch from you playing with sharp object on my skin with your eyes closed then I truly trust you as much as I believe I do,” she paused as she looked me in the eyes but obviously she was so high on her own feeling that she forgot to tell me the second part.
“And what were you testing me?” I reminded her. “If I have steady hands or what?”
“If you had done it enough times so you can do it with your eyes closed,” she returned. By the expression on her face it was clear she preferred me making my guess with that one as well.
“I could’ve seriously hurt you,” I reminded her or how maybe just lucky we both were.
“Why haven’t you then?”
“I don’t know,” I honestly returned and her eyes squinted, a sign that she doesn’t want me to give up so easily. “I could see it all in my head. I worked from the memory,” that pleased her more and she flashed a heartedly smile, even leaned and kissed me but I before she could pull aways I cupped her face and forced her to stay close to me. “That was completely irrational, love,” I spoke slowly and she didn’t try to argue. “It was very irrational and childish, too,” again she gave a little nod. “You scared the shit out of me, you have no idea what you have put me through,” a longer pause this time but she wasn’t about to cry, she knew I had no intention to make her feel guilty or feel bad. “I love you even more now, if that’s possible, you totally insane woman,” only then my lips pulled into wide smile just as hers and her chuckle got lost in my throat.
“Why don’t you trust yourself as much as I trust you?” she asked breaking the kiss.
“Because I failed myself thousand times more than I have ever failed you. Seems, you make me forget about my own egocentricity.”
“You could change that line, it’s getting a bit old and it’s not working on me anymore,” she playfully twisted her lips in apology.
“Finally, you’re getting bored of me, yes,” I playfully rejoiced and made her chuckle. “Now, you can start knitting and I can start making little model boats or some shits.”
“Mhmm,” she agreed. “And soon our teeth will rot and fall out and our tits will get saggy and drag over the floor.”
“Well, let’s make one more memorable love moment before that happens, huh?” I teased hovering my lips over hers.
“Mhmm,” she nodded but then as she peck my lips she pulled back. “We don’t have time love. Kai’s having a band practice in ten minutes. We have to watch after Ari.”
“Ten is enough.”
“Not enough.”