stilled her with his hands on her breasts, while Sami held her thighs apart with his hands.
"Mistress, I do not intend to shave you bald, but at the moment you are as hairy as a Himalayan trader."
She snorted, having no idea exactly what Himalayan traders looked like, but figuring that yaks probably had to be in there somewhere.
"Well don't you dare make a cute shape down there—no champagne glasses or lightning bolts, thank you very much."
Sami bit his lip, while Hari turned his head away, turning a laugh into a cough.
"Mistress Alana, by removing some of your hair, we will reveal skin which will be sensitive to the slightest touch. Warmth and pressure will be greater, and your sensual pleasures will multiply. Is this not a good thing? Is it not worth a few moments now and then to deal with the—what did you call them— nubbies ?"
"Really?" she asked.
"Watch," answered Hari.
Sami delicately wielded the razor and within moments, Alana's mound was tidily trimmed down to a much smaller tuft of curls. Then Sami put his hands beneath her and raised her from the water.
"What—hey—he's..." she stuttered.
"Watch..." said Hari again, running his tongue around her ear as his fingers rolled her nipples between his soapy fingers.
Sami ran his tongue over her newly smooth flesh, and then gently blew on it.
Alana nearly went through the roof.
"Ohmigod... Ohmigod..." Incapable of speech, she watched as Sami's talented tongue took over and swirled over her mound and down towards her clit. She knew she was soaking wet; between Hari and Sami and the soap and the bare skin she was one great big quivering, raw, exposed sex nerve and someone was about to get on it.
Hari held her close to his chest and continued to work her ears, neck and throat with his tongue. His fingers pulled and pinched and mounded her breasts as they swelled with arousal, and Sami's mouth worked her weeping pussy as she gasped for breath.
Sobbing, she tried to pull back, but Sami would not let her break their contact, gripping her buttocks hard with his strong fingers.
"Let it go, Mistress. Let it go—come for us—come now..."
"Come now, Alana— Come... " Hari's voice in her ear was the finishing touch, and with a scream of pleasure, Alana came. And came. And came.
Chapter 3
Morning crept into Alana's bedroom in slow degrees. The leaves that shaded her windows also admitted the dappled sunrise, and it was to this gentle light that she usually awoke. This particular morning, the light was coupled with the fragrant scent of coffee and Alana smiled and breathed deeply as she stretched her legs like a cat.
"Ooof."
"Sore, Mistress?"
Her eyes flew open and met the brilliant blue of Sami's gaze as he raised himself up and began soothing her thighs with his warm hand.
"Holy cow. You guys weren't a dream, were you?" Her head swiveled to the other side of the bed, but it was empty.
"Where's Hari?"
"Hari slept in our home. For this past night, mine was the pleasure of holding you as you slept. I believe he's making coffee for us as we speak."
Too content to fuss about who'd been cuddling whom, Alana simply nodded and relaxed into Sami's arms. His magic fingers were doing wonderful things to her sleep-warmed skin, and she could not recall feeling such physical bliss in a man's embrace— ever.
"Mmmm, Sami..." she murmured, feeling his hands caressing her mound with gentle strokes as his lips brushed across her breast. His hair was soft and fine, and teased her skin, leaving tingles of pleasure behind. He was oh-so-slowly arousing her, but definitely succeeding. She felt the telltale moisture begin to pool between her legs.
"Relax, Alana—'tis the best way to start the day." He rubbed his strong body along hers and slid down to her pussy. His incredible tongue took over, smoothing her juices over her swollen flesh, teasing, flicking, sucking, and playing in every nook and cranny he could find. His hands soothed her belly, cupped her freshly