“Woah,” he says chuckling as he gently thumps a palm on my back. “It’s not that serious. Being a loser is no reason to drown yourself.”

“But it might be reason enough to drown you,” I threaten, whirling around with narrowed eyes. I try to pull off an intimidating look but end up giggling instead. It’s hard to be mad at a naked man with “Property of Li’l Bit” tattooed on his junk. “Kneel down.”

“Hold up…” He pinches his puckered lips. “Shouldn’t I, as the winner, be ordering you, the loser, around?”

I shrug. “Fine then, wash your own hair.” I grab my loofa and add more soap before making a show of washing my tits, my belly…

Lyle drops to his knees, taking the sponge from my hand. He goes to work on my lower half while practically purring as I gently scratch my nails over his scalp.

“Have a seat on the ledge.” He runs a palm up my calf. “Getting a little prickly down here.”

I do as he says with the biggest grin splitting my face. In the last month this baby has really been growing. About a week ago Lyle saw me struggling to shave and volunteered himself for the job. Now every other day or so, he pampers me. The man has made shaving an art, buying all sorts of products I didn’t even realize existed.

He starts with a tub of hot pink goop, rubbing the gritty substance up and down my right leg, massaging it further in slow circles.

“Feels so good,” I say as my head drops back, resting against the tile while the steam from the still running water billows around us.

He retrieves the removable showerhead and rinses it off before applying a layer of shaving foam. With the gentlest touch, he runs a fresh blade over my skin, before moving to the other leg. Then come my knees…then my thighs.

“Gonna shave your pussy now, love.” His voice is raspy seduction as he grips my knees and ever so slowly pulls my legs apart.

My clit pulses and heat fires through my veins when he bends forward and swipes the tip of his tongue along my slit, flitting it over the swollen bundle of nerves before moaning his satisfaction.

I never in my life thought I’d be this comfortable with another human. But I can’t think of anything at this point I wouldn’t let him do…well, besides fucking my ass. But in all honesty, if I wasn’t seven months pregnant, I probably wouldn’t be so terrified of the idea. I’m sure in due time, I’ll give him that too. For now, I’ll enjoy watching him beg.

“Lyle,” I moan, clutching two fists full of his wet hair.

“Stop squirming.” With a chuckle he retrieves the special vulva exfoliator he purchased from some highly acclaimed vajacialist.