I swear the man goes all out in every situation. I’ve been shaving my entire body with soap all my life. But not my husband. He’s made it his mission to learn and teach me the proper way to care for my bits.

“Then stop trying to seduce me.”

“Sorry. She was just there, in my face. Taunting me with her shimmering essence.”

“Essence?” I laugh.

“Sounds better than discharge, right?”

I think I just threw up in my mouth. “Eww. You had to go there?” I shake my head while he gets to work, smoothing the gritty, rose-scented vag-foliant over my lower lips. “You could have said come, or uh—” I moan, trying not to move too much as he massages it in with the pads of his thumbs. “Umm…something romantic like…Oh, I know!”

He pauses and looks up, quirking a brow. “I’m listening. What should I have called your pussy juices?”

I spit out a laugh. “My arousal.”

“Not bad.” His head bobs as he gets back to work. The way he concentrates so hard is beyond adorable.

“It’s what they call it in the books I read. It’s sexier, right?”

“Sure,” he agrees, while reaching for the shower head.

My entire body thrums with anticipation as he adjusts the spray and rinses the exfoliator away, letting it linger for a beat right over my clit. Some garbled nonsense tumbles from my lips.

“Who knew shaving was such great foreplay?” His teeth clamp down on his lower lip as he increases the pressure on the sprayer, watching my reaction with blatant desire.

“Shh—shaving has never felt like this before,” I say, fighting the urge to touch myself.

“Almost done, Li’l Bit.” He drops the showerhead and lathers me up with a whipped concoction that also came from the aforementioned vagina guru. This one smells sweet—like cotton candy.

I no longer so much as flinch when he takes the blade to my most sensitive flesh. He takes more care and is far gentler than I have ever been with myself.

I’m so relaxed, in fact, that I’m beginning to doze right here in the shower when the spray returns. He rinses me clean then rewards my good behavior by spreading my lips and devouring my pussy. I’m already so worked up from all the attention he’s been lavishing on me, it doesn’t take long before I’m screaming my release and damn near ripping his hair out at the root.

“Oh my God,” I moan, coming down from my climax. “That was so good.”

With a megawatt smile he climbs to his feet, reaching for my hands to help me to mine. We stand under the rainfall briefly to rinse off any lingering suds. Then he grips my ass cheeks, pulling me as close as my basketball-sized belly will allow.