~Mischief~ CLEAN

“It’s time,” he said, for their weekly ritual

In the other room, the tub was filling

Water hot, rich with essential oils

Fragranced with jasmine and bergamot

Lights dim, candles illuminating the room with a warm flickering glow

He took her by the hand and drew her into the room

She stood silently, submitting as he drew away her clothing

Until she stood naked, vulnerable and yet resplendent in the candlelight

He stood and took in the beauty of her bare skin, his breath catching

Then he turned and stepped into the large claw-footed tub

Held out his hand to her and they eased into the bath

He at the back; she nested with her back to him,

Leaning against his chest with his legs outside of hers

He reached behind him, grasped a fluffy sea sponge

Poured a rich emollient wash and rubbed it to a froth

She released her weight into him as he raised the sponge

Reached around and began to wash her

First the neck, soft smooth strokes

Then the breasts…the sponge’s slight roughness creating a pleasant friction

Her nipples rising to erectness as a soft moan echoed in her throat

He drew his other hand up, maintaining the nipple attention

As his other hand continued to wash her in widening concentric circles

Round and round her slick and quivering belly

The bubbles of the soap glistening on her candlelit skin like jewels

Still lower the sponge drew down, until it slipped between her thighs

Unconsciously, she widened her legs to allow freer access

He drew her legs over his to open her wide

Round and round went the sponge, as his other hand slid down

And finding her open and willing, slid his finger inside

“Have to make sure you get good and clean,” he said, “all over”

As he slid a finger in her welcoming pussy and then

More gently, eased another into the tight pucker of her rosebud

Faster and harder he pressed in circles with the sponge

Stroking in and out both of her molten openings

Until her body began to shake, her breath coming in gasps

And a hoarse cry escaped her lips as she came

He felt her body gush, her fluids almost impossibly hotter than the water in the tub

Immediately, he pushed her body forward, up on her knees

As he, with sponge and tongue, washed her clean from back to front

And bringing her to climax again…and again

As she panted, he drew her body up onto the bench along the tub’s edge

Spread her knees apart…

"Not yet,” she begged, “I can’t take anymore yet”

He smiled, as this is what she always said

“Just wait,” he urged her, as he reached to the side for a can of shaving cream

He drew her leg to his shoulder, glorying in the pale curvy column

Stroking with his hands and fingers, he turned to kiss her ankle and the arch of her foot

Spreading the silky foam from ankle to thigh, he began to shave her.

Ever so gently; he would never allow the blade to cut her flesh
She opened her eyes and watched with wonder
Never tiring of this routine, basking in his tender care
Moving to the second leg, his fingers testing the smoothness after each stroke of the blade
When her legs were finished, he rose and lifted her arms above her head
Kissing her mouth deeply, her face and ears
Long slow licks and gentle suction on her lovely neck
Tongue darting over her nipples before stroking deeply
The sensitive flesh under her arms as he kept her from drawing her arms back down
She moaned without reserve under the ministry of tongue on flesh
He drew his hands up, soaped under her arms and drew down the blade
This time, testing the smoothness with his tongue
He released her arms, and they curled around his head
Drawing him up to meet her mouth, plunging her tongue into his mouth
Suckling his lips and tongue with fervor
But he was not yet finished…this she knew
And her flesh glowed in anticipation with the final step of their grooming ritual
He pulled back, and lifted her legs again
Gently bending them at the knee and placing her feet on the bench
He soaped his hands once more, and focused tender attention on her Venus mound
Stroking up and down the mons, the lips, the sensitive strip between her pussy and the pucker of her ass
Using his fingers and thumbs in a firm yet gentle touch, he cleaned her
He puffed hot breath onto the sensitive flesh, becoming plumper by the moment
And as he noticed her beginning to squirm again, he drew back
Reaching for the razor, he looked into her eyes and saw nothing but trust
Drawing each inch of flesh taut, he brought the blade through the glistening foam again and again

Following with deft fingers to ensure that all was as it should be
And at last, when her luscious kitty was pristine and perfectly smooth, he leaned forward
And sliding his hands under to cup the firm globes of his ass
He fastened his hungry mouth on her desperate clit, and drew it between his teeth
Her arms clenched, jamming him into her as her legs wrapped around his head
She screamed his name as her body bucked and writhed against his face
As he received his reward; a throatful of her nectar--thick, hot and devastatingly sweet
He drew back with a smug and satisfied grin, taking in the sight of her
He never tired of seeing her fully sated, exhausted
Being only able to manage a slight grin and a little finger wave

“That,” he said, as he did every week, “is the way to get Clean.”