She Shaved Me

The banter of the days events fills our room as we spontaneously begin to undress each other. She unzips my jeans, I pull off her boots... bra clasp is presented to me, she handles my briefs, I slide her panties down over her hips...... and so on till we are shower bound. Knob turned to hot, towels hung close, hair products made ready ( her Ebony curls require special stuff). Tonight I get to wash her hair. Hot water bleeds away the days stress through a symphony of groans as it cascades over our embraced bodies, rivaling the most intense of orgasmic screams. Back scrubs, chest rubs, soap suds and stolen kisses. I poke her belly button playfully which invokes the typical response from her.. "get out of there" as we laugh. It's been 6 years of me poking her belly button and she still loves me. She seizes my cock and  soaps me good, making sure that she touches everything under the guise of "washing" me. I just smile as my body decides to react and get fucked up rock hard, cause that's what happens when she does that, much to her amusement. Of course after she's finished, she has to give a swift quick suck and then pull away just to screw with my brain. But, that's my baby. I am the only man to ever wash her hair. Such a major undertaking. I am blonde and blue eyed and she is black as the night, so I had to be taught how to take care of her hair. I take great pride in having learned to do it to her standards. Once finished, I towel dry her ( cause I love her,, and cause it's hot as hell to do... sets me offffff).  Standing in front of the vanity mirror, talking, laughing, you know end of the day stuff, I randomly pick her up, sit her bare perfect round ass on the counter, wrap her legs around me and pull her close. My still hard cock is now pushing against her still wet pussy and she's thinking I gonna slide in. She's got that wicked little fuck me look going on when I reach behind her and grab my razor. I hold it up and announce to her that I need a shave. The other hand reaches for the shaving cream and I proceed to explain what she needs to do. Now mind you, I have never in my 55 years been shaven by another human. The look of apprehension and fear in her face was priceless. She is an alpha personality and fearless so I figured she could handle this. She grabbed that cream, coated my face, picked up the razor, locked her legs around me so damn tight I couldn't move, pushed my cock into her pussy and went to work. I have never seen her more focused or intense as she worked her way around my face. My upper lip did seem to be a formidable opponent though. After she was done, she dropped the razor,  her hands trembling, sweat beaded on her forehead and I just laughed and kissed her. I ask her why she was shaking so , and all she could mumble was that she was so scared of hurting and cutting me.  I picked her trembling gorgeous body up off that counter, laid her across our bed and deep stroked her till we both came. I trust her with everything. Not just with shaving me but with my heart.
So here is my most intimate moment.
I love you JT.