His muscled leg began to shift slightly beneath you, causing a shudder to run up your spine as the pressure between your thighs increased.

Oh.

Pupils dilated, his fingers began to bite into your lower back, dropping to your rear, hungrily drinking in your features, your reaction.

“Keep going lass. You’re not done yet.”

His low, strained voice rumbled as the gentle vibration continued beneath you, expectant gaze watching and waiting for you to continue with the razor.