“No – that one’s salt water,” I replied. “I brought it up here in case we needed to douse the fire. I don’t need that much, and you’re not going back out in the sun.”
She handed it to me, and I poured some of the water over my hand before I ran my palm up her leg. I could have poured it directly on her, but where was the fun in that? The color came back with the flow of water, smoothing out the dry skin even if it would only last a short time. After drenching her skin to make it wet and the hair easier to remove, I slowly guided the knife to her ankle and placed it against her skin with the sharpest side angled up.
“Don’t move,” I murmured. “Moving would be bad.”
“I won’t,” she whispered back, her words all breathy and running their way down to my cock. I shifted her foot a little to one side, so my cock wouldn’t end up smacking into her as I ran first my hand, then my blade up her skin. After the second swipe it left her skin smooth and soft behind the knife’s trail.
I didn’t know how long it took; I only knew I loved every minute of it. When I was done with the second leg, I was really quite appreciative of how smooth her skin was without the hair and how much I wanted to run my hands over it, which I did.
“Do you think your hands will help with any additional hair removal?” Raine teased.
“I’m just making sure I didn’t miss any,” I insisted while I ran my hands up the back of her thighs for the third time.
“I think you were very thorough,” Raine said. She pulled her leg back a little and out of my reach.
“Spoilsport,” I grumbled, and Raine laughed. “How about the rest?”
“The rest of what?”
“Armpits?” I waggled my eyebrows at her.
“You are crazy.” Raine shook her head. “I can’t believe I let you do my legs.”
“I want to do the rest, too,” I said again.
“That wouldn’t be so easy,” she said. “The sleeves are…in the way.”
“I guess we’d have to move them, wouldn’t we?”
“Move the sleeves?”
“Take the fucking shirt off,” I said, moving a little closer and grabbing her waist. Raine laughed and tried to roll away from me, but I pulled her back and placed my lips against her neck and shoulder. “Take it off…I promise not to gawk.”
“You are a terrible liar!” Raine screeched as I tickled her. “Just admit, for once, that you want to see my boobs!”
I captured her mouth with mine again, kissing her and stroking my tongue over her lips. When I pulled back, I ran my nose over the line of her jaw until I reached her ear. I don’t know if it was shaving her, seeing her partially naked earlier in the day, or wanting her just because I was always a horny motherfucker. Whatever it was, I didn’t feel like trying to hide it any longer.
“I want to see your boobs,” I whispered to her. “I want to touch them and taste them, and I don’t want to stop there. I want to make you come again.”
“It’s about time you said so.” Raine’s soft voice reverberated in my head. Her fingers were in my hair, and she pulled my lips to hers. As she kissed me, I realized she hadn’t said no, and I wondered how good an idea it might be to push my luck. My cock was very, very interested in pushing my luck.
My fingers coiled around the hem of the shirt and slowly started pulling it up. I went as slow as humanly possible, giving her every chance to stop me, but she didn’t. She let me keep going until I suddenly had to break away to pull it up over her head.
They were completely symmetrical and round and soft and absolutely, stunningly, incredibly beautiful. Slightly lighter than her more-often-exposed skin, her breasts reminded me of cream. The darker nipples just screamed at me to suck on them, but all I could do was stare at them and lick my lips.
“I don’t think you even know where armpits are,” Raine snickered. “You seem a little…focused.”
“Fucking gorgeous,” I muttered, half to myself, half to her. Raine turned her head to the side, a slight smile spreading over her lips. She moved to cross her arms over her breasts, but there was no way I was going to stand for that, not now.
Maybe never again.
“I can’t shave you like that,” I told her, shaking my head. I pulled gently at her wrists and moved her arms up over her head, grasping both wrists in one hand while supporting her back with the other. I lay her down on the fronds near the fire with her arms up over her head. God, she was beautiful. My eyes never left her breasts, and it took all the self control I had not to bury my face between them.
“You have to stop looking at them if you are still going to…um…shave me.”
“Unfortunately, you are probably right. It may take some time for me to inspect my work when I’m done, though.”