THREE
One of the many perks of living with Max was that I no longer dreaded getting up in the mornings. I liked my sleep, always had, and the sound of an alarm clock was something I’d always hated. But now, being shaken out of slumber by that awful sound was becoming a less frequent occurrence.
Max liked to wake me up in other ways. Sometimes it was his hands caressing my back or my legs. I always slept with my back to him, snug in his embrace. So sometimes I woke up to the feeling of him circling a finger around my nipple as he pressed and rubbed himself along my bottom.
But my favorite — and apparently one of Max’s — was the mornings I’d wake up on my back, legs spread, with Max’s head between my legs. He would always have pushed the comforter and the top sheet off the bed to the floor, and it was just the two of us naked there on the bed.
“Good morning,” he would always say, stopping for a few seconds when I looked down my body and made eye contact with him.
But there was a morning, just a few short weeks after he renamed the company, a Monday morning when we were about to hire a casting director for Max’s new film, that I woke up as Max was turning me over onto my stomach.
“Good morning, dream girl,” he whispered into my ear.
I smiled in response, as I turned my head to the side and rested it on my folded arms.
Max moved my hair to the side and kissed the back of my neck. He was sort of hovering over me and I could feel his hard cock against the back of my thigh, then along the cleft of my ass, as he moved back and forth slowly, enjoying the soft friction.
Soft for him, anyway. For me, it was different. “You’re rough,” I said, sleepily, referring to the fact that he hadn’t shaved in a few days.
I lay still in that position, not getting a response from Max. Or maybe he did say something and I just didn’t hear it, because the next thing I knew I was waking up again, and about five minutes had passed.
I heard water running in the bathroom, so I got up and padded across the carpet to find Max in there, sitting on the edge of the tub, with his back to the door.
“I’m sorry I fell asleep on you,” I said.
“No worries, Liv. You were right. I was kind of rough.”
I walked over and sat beside him.
“I don’t know why I’ve never seen you do this before,” I said.
He turned his attention away from what he was doing, looked at me, smiled and said, “Me neither.”
The tub was filling up with water, and I was already naked, so I got in. I sat cross-legged in front of Max as he remained on the edge of the tub.
His groin was lathered up with shaving cream and he held a razor in one hand.
I splashed some water on my body. Max watched it trickle down from my neck, over my breasts, and I looked down and saw a bead of water clinging to my right nipple.
I’m a firm believer that men should take care of themselves down there, just as they expect women to. I’d always liked the closely trimmed look and feel, but when I suggested to Max one day that we give it a try with both of us completely shaved, we loved it and were sticking with it for now.
There’s something completely different and sensual about the feeling of pure, soft, smooth skin-on-skin action. Or tongue-on-skin, for that matter.
“Here,” he said, holding the razor out to me. “I’ve shaved you before. Now it’s your turn.”
My eyes shot open. I hadn’t been expecting that in the least. “Serious.”
“Serious,” he said. “Go slow.”
I took the razor and settled in closer to him.
I started above his cock, letting the blade glide across his taught muscle slowly. He had been keeping up the grooming, so there wasn’t much to shave, but I was still taking my time with this unexpected thrill.
The trust it took for him to allow me to do this was even more of a rush.
With my left hand, I held his length, now growing erect, as I lightly dragged the blade around his balls.
Max got harder the longer this went on, his erection jutting out. At one point, I moved my face closer to him, sticking my tongue out and licking a little droplet of precome from the head.
“Dammit, Olivia, I can’t take this much longer.”
“What? Me holding this sharp object so close to your balls?”
He didn’t laugh, didn’t even smile at my joke. “No. Being this close to your mouth.”
I was finished shaving him, so I placed the razor in the holder on the wall, then filled my cupped hands with water and rinsed him off, removing what was left of the shaving cream. I did this three or four times, completely cleaning him…
And then I took the head of his cock between my lips, massaging it like that, running my tongue over the slit, driving him even more to the edge.
Max moved his hips forward a little, sliding more of his cock into my mouth. I opened wide and took as much of it as I could, closing my lips around him.
He ran his hand though my hair, gathering it in a bunch and holding it at the back of my head — not forceful, but guiding the action.
I felt him throb. He wasn’t about to come. He was flexing the muscle beneath his balls to make that happen. It was a sensation that he had created before, and I had told him how much I loved to feel it, both in my mouth and when he was inside me. He didn’t always do it, preferring instead to surprise me with it.
And he did, just then. I smiled around his cock.
“Bed.” That’s all he said. One word. That was a rare thing with Max, but when he did so, I felt a surge of unique excitement at his blunt command.
He stood, taking me by the hand as I stepped out of the tub, and he pulled me along to the bed, where he spun me around and I landed on my back. We hadn’t bothered to dry me off, so I was still damp from the waist down from sitting in the bathwater.
But, at a moment like this, who could possibly care?
Max’s head was between my legs in a flash, his face buried in my sex — his nose pressing on my clit as his tongue greedily lapped, then entered me.
He grabbed my ankles and moved my feet closer to my hips, bending my knees in the process, allowing me to lift my lower body off the bed. I bucked my hips as he fucked me with his tongue in hungry, excited, but feathery soft wet strokes.
I reached down and took a handful of his hair in my fist. I loved feeling how his head made a circular motion as his tongue massaged my clit.
I moved my hips up and down, faster against his face, and felt the first wave of orgasm ripple through me.
“Come in my mouth,” Max managed to say, his words intensifying the nerve-tingling rush he had brought me to.