Page 95 of Connected

“Oh yeah, shit… I forgot about that.” He looks down at the marker pen graffiti childishly drawn over his body—the drunken attempted face around his—now stiff—dick. “This? This was Rhys, actin’ like a fuckin’ kid. I told ya I passed out and I swear to God, I am never doin’ karaoke with him ever again.”

“You do know if that’s a permanent marker its gonna take quite a while to wash it off. You’re gonna need to give it a good scrub.”

“Oh, that’s okay—I got plenty of time, so get scrubbin’.” He smiles and drops her a kiss as Kat slides back to the end of the bath. Digby climbs into the other end.

With his legs on either side of hers—he grabs at her thighs and drags her towards him. Brushing her wet hair off her face, he stares deeply into her eyes then again kisses her. “So, you still want me to do this?”

“Uh-huh,” she nods.

He picks up the razor, from the edge of the bath and covers his hand in foam. “So where’d you wan’ me to start?”

“Oh, I think you should start—right here.” She teases a smile and gestures to the triangular area of skin between her legs. “This bit here… really, really needs some attention,” she gasps.

“Okay… you got it.” He smirks as his cock stiffens—the large, ridged hardness protrudes above the water. Kat smiles as she lays back, lifts her hips, and thrusts her pussy towards him. Watching, the fuck-me-now grin fills his face as he smoothes a large squirt of shave cream over the area. Then with a guiding hand, he strokes a short gentle pull of the razor over her skin.

“Mmm…” she groans with a giggling smile and flinches to his touch.

“What? Oh, am I not doin’ it right? Did I hurt you?”

“No, it’s not that. You’re not hurting me, if anything it’s too gentle. It tickles—you need to get firmer with it.”

Her hand moves slowly up his thigh and she wraps her fingers teasingly around the large firm length of his cock. “Be really firm with me.”

“Okay—firm—right, I got it.” He smiles, “You know what? Fuck it… Forget the damn razor—I’ll get firm with you myself.”

He tosses the razor over the edge of the bath onto the floor. Leaning forward he sends a wave of water over the side. They both roar with laughter as they struggle to move—trapped by the confines of the tub.

“You know maybe this is not such a great idea, so I have a better one.” Kat smiles as she steps from the tub.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror she grabs her hands on the towel rail in front of it and bending over, wiggles her ass teasing him. “Why don’t you come and getfirmwith me over here?”

“Oh yeah… yeah, why don’t I do that instead.”

He smiles as he leaps the side of the bathtub and quickly positions himself behind her. Thrusting his hard swollen length deep into the wet of her begging pussy makes her groan. Dropping gently kisses on her neck, he focuses upwards on their reflection.

Watching in the mirror as they fuck—his hand smooths over her hip and across her stomach before his fingers tease her clit.

He hesitates as they stare—eyes locked on each other and Kat can see the apprehension in his reflected look. “Digby, what’s wrong?”

“You know this… this is gonna sound stupid but… us doin’ this… well it won’t, you know… it won’t hurt the pup, will it?”

“What? No!” She laughs with a tone of surprise. “No, you can’t hurt it, well not like this—having sex—it’s all safe. Hey, don’t worry big-boy even you can’t reach that far,” she smiles.

“Oh, that’s good to know. Sorry, it’s just I’ve never… you know, I’ve never been with… well, normally I’m not around after.”

“Oh, okay sure. Yeah, I get it. But Digby, trust me it’s fine.” Kat smiles as she smoothes her hand reassuringly up his thigh, curling her fingers, she claws at his butt pulling him against her.

He trails his hand down the curve of her spine and leaning over, kisses and bites playfully at the crook of her neck. “Mmm… you smell incredible. That scent of yours, it’s makin’ me so fuckin’ horny.”

A chesty growl fills his throat and lifting his head he gargles a howl, and then pushing his hips forward he thrusts his length deeper inside her.

Kat continues to stare at the reflection of them in the mirror. The muscular power of his bronzed body—thrusting against hers turns her on and she pushes back, groaning and grinding her ass against his groin.

He teases a firm touch of his fingers on her clit and makes her moan. A deep green desire flashes across her eyes and she can’t stop looking in the mirror—watching as he pumps his magnificent body tightly against her.

“Kat…” he groans breathless, “everythin’s gonna work out fine… I’ve got a good feelin’ about this. It’s um… yeah it’s gonna be just perfect.”

Happy and contented he explodes a release of wetness deep inside and lets out a loud satisfied howl and smiles.

“You know I feel like a fuckin’ king when I’m with you; you’re my queen—this packs queen, and… I love you.”

Turning around, Kat wraps her arms around his neck. Pressing her breast to his chest she gazes longingly into his eyes and kisses him. “Digby… I love you too.”

To be continued…