Page 66 of My Monster’s Keeper

“You okay?”

Am I? No, not by a long shot.

“Yep. Fine.”

Stix chuckles and deftly drags the razor over my skin. He’s thorough, and within seconds, I’m alight with need. One single touch could set off a chain reaction of orgasms.

It’s like I’m being edged, except all he’s doing is shaving my legs.

I obey soundlessly, trying to control my gasps and moans.

Hartley said to think it through. I’ve got no thoughts left in my brain. At all. Sign me up!

“Now, lift your arm.”

I obey before I can think, and, in just a few quick minutes, he’s removed the stubble.

“Okay. Now stand up.”

My eyes get really wide, and I realise there is almost no chance of me being able to stand up right now.

Stix pulls me up and climbs into the tub fully dressed, causing the water to slosh over the side.

He tilts his head and looks intently. I shiver and bite the inside of my cheek so I don’t beg or plead. He’s quick, I’ll give him that. But his touch has my legs weak, my whole body shaking.

By the time he steps back, his eyes are big and black, and he bites his bottom lip. I’m on the edge of screaming.

“There. Perfect.”

My breath rasps out of my lungs.

His eyes flick up to my face.

“Don’t look at me like that, Becky.”

I close my eyes.

I swear, I can feel his fingers run down my chest between my breasts that feel heavy and ache. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted like this.

“Enjoy your bath, pretty Becky.”

My eyes snap open in time to see him slip out of the bathroom, pulling the door closed behind him.

DAMNIT!

I sit back down, but the temperature’s too hot now. I writhe in the water before I finally drop my hand between my legs. Smooth and even through the water, I can feel the difference between the viscous slick of my arousal and the water.

My index finger grazes my clit, and my whole body reacts, shuddering. I throw my head back and do it again, pressing hard, spreading my legs, and burrowing my fingers into my channel.

One more stroke of my finger, and my body tightens. I grit my teeth, but a grunt gets out. Imaging his face between my legs, his long fingers pressing into me. My pussy wall clenches tightly on my fingers, squeezing. It’s not enough. I need a cock. It’s been too long.

An odd thought occurs to me. I normally get wet, but I’ve never ever gotten wet like this. It seems excessive.

I lay back and catch a scent. It’s spicy and floral, pretty and complex, but it doesn’t mean much to me. I close my eyes, letting the small dying ripples of water lap at my chin.

This is nice.

I open my eyes and find Puppy staring at me.