Avery
It’s freaking me out, having Knox in my fake bedroom, looking at my crazy shelves and rack of lingerie that companies sent me to pimp. God knows what’s going through his head. He must think I’m a weirdo, but at least he isn’t asking questions.
I grab my phone, and send my Chilies playlist to the wireless speaker.
“Nice,” Knox says as “Under the Bridge” starts. He takes my hand, and says, “Dance with me.”
I laugh, and say, “Okay, wait, I need clothes on.”
“No way.”
“Yes, I can’t hang around naked.”
“Choose from those,” he says, pointing to the rack.
“Fine,” I say, raising my eyebrow. I pull the blue full satin panties off a hanger and pull them on, followed with the matching bra.
“What about me?” Knox asks.
I burst out laughing, grab the giraffe and toss it at him.
He chuckles, grabs his boxers out of his jeans, and puts them on.
The song is half over, but Knox pulls me close to him and we sway to the music. I lean into him, and follow his body as he moves. I run my hands over his broad back, still amazed at how hard his body is.
“Take Me to the Other Side” comes on, and we continue dancing and laughing. Knox takes my hand and twirls me, pulls me back and dips me before we’re laughing too hard to continue our crazy dance.
I sink back against his body, and we continue our slow dance, through “Californication” and the rest of the playlist. Even though we’re barely moving, my heart races.
Relaxed, I pull the giant, supposedly unbreakable feather off the shelf and tickle him with it.
Knox smirks, grabs my wrist and wraps his other arm behind me, reaching all the way to the fleshy bit under my ribs. His hand closes on the fleshy bit, and my body contorts as I laugh.
“Stop it,” I say, my voice high pitched from laughing.
“You’re crazy.”
He holds me easily in one hand while his eyes search over the shelves. He laughs when he sees the book called Every Physically Possible Sex Position. Pulling it from the shelf, he lets go of me and flips through the pages.
Each page is illustrated with a bland cgi couple, contorted in all sorts of positions that I don’t believe are physically possible. It’s a thin book, only a hundred pages or so.
“This should keep us busy,” he says, chuckling.
“I don’t think most of those are possible. And a lot look painful.”
“We’ve done most of the rest already tonight,” he says, and drops the book on the floor.
I haven’t done the vlog on it yet, and crouch to pick it up to keep it from getting damaged. After smoothing the cover down, I set it back on the shelf.
Knox picks up an oversized pink dildo. It’s rubbery and wobbles as he moves it. His face screws up as he watches it, and he drops it back on the shelf. He moves on to white chocolate powder, body jewelry, and a neon cock ring, examining each in turn.
“Are you going to go through it all?” I ask.
“You’ve got a lot of crazy shit here, but you know what I’ve been dying to do to you?”
“What?” I ask hesitantly.
“Shave your pussy,” he says, his eyes boring into mine.
My cheeks flush. I hadn’t expected that. I hope this isn’t a comment on my maintenance. I just trimmed for him this afternoon.
Before I can answer, he stands and leaves the room. My eyes follow him as he goes into the bathroom, and comes out again with a towel, face cloth, shaving cream, and razor.
Holy shit, he’s serious.
“On that shitty bed, or the floor?” he asks.
This isn’t something I ever thought I’d do with someone the first time I slept with them, but it’s easy being with Knox, and it feels right.
“I’ll take the floor thanks, I don’t think my back can take any more of that bed.”
I lie back on the floor, and he kneels between my legs. Knox hooks a finger in the full satin panties, and slides them down my legs. I kick them the rest of the way off.
My bare ass is on the only new carpet in the house. I thought he was going to put the towel under me, but instead he squirts the shaving foam over the top of my pelvis.
It’s cold and I shiver at the contact. It starts to dribble down my folds, and I shout, “Ah.”
Knox catches my eyes, a devilish grin on his face. I get the impression this is something he’s been planning.
“The thing with stubble is it scratches.” Knox drags the razor down my strip of hair. ”By not shaving, you’re risking me not wanting to kiss your lips.” He shifts his eyes down, “And I want to kiss these lips.” He shoves my legs apart and drags the razor alongside my mound, wiping it on the towel after each line.
For once, I don’t know what to say. I don’t have a comeback.
He works in silence, in the most thorough shave I’ve ever had. I’m a little nervous of the blade but he’s careful. For whatever reason the slow, deliberate activity quickens my heart and fills me with flutters. I ache for his touch.
Satisfied with his job, he sets the razor on the floor and wipes all over the area with the wet face cloth. Knox pats me off with the towel, making sure he’s cleaned the foam from everywhere. I feel like an engine in one of his cars. It’s amazing how someone so otherwise brutish can work so delicately.
Knox rests his hand on my tummy, and leans to kiss the freshly bare skin he’s exposed. I gasp, everything is extra sensitive and I squirm to cope with the intensity. His lips and tongue take their time exploring my freshly bare skin, and I tilt my hips, willing him for more.
Heat races through my veins, and I moan. It seems like I’m waiting all over again. Like it’s Wednesday night all over again.
He rams his finger into me, my walls slick and ready for him. Gagging for him. My extreme wetness seems to please him, and he grunts. Far too quickly, he pulls his finger away and stands and grabs the leg of his jeans.
Pulling the jeans to him, he fishes out another condom.
“I have an IUD, you don’t need that,” I say, knowing Darla would kill me without him being tested but somehow I don’t give one fucking shit at this moment.
“I do,” he snarls.
That’s definitive. I’m not going to argue.
After rolling it on, Knox grabs my hips and flips me over. I’m face down on the new carpet. He grabs my hips again, this time pulling me onto all fours, his hard cock against my now dripping bare lips.
His hand runs up my spine, dipping with the curve of my back, leaving a trail of lava in its wake. I lean back into him, grinding against his erection, teasing it. Begging it.
Knox ignores me, and undoes my bra, letting it slide down my arms to the floor. He reaches around and grabs my tit, now swinging free.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” he says, his voice strong and loud.
A high pitched moan escapes me in response, and he drives his cock into me. My elbows bow at the force, but I avoid hitting my face against the floor. At the same time, my pussy explodes with heat and lust and desire.