She shrugged, but then she spoke around a large mouthful of food. “Some women stay the same size. I suppose they make the rest of wish we could too. Take Michelle. She hasn’t gained an ounce of weight since she was seventeen years old. She’s slim, she eats like a horse, and she’s tall.”
“Bay, you’re like, five feet four at most. You’re not going to be getting any taller, and you’re not built like that. You have curves, and they’re nice curves—very nice curves, perfectly proportioned to your body. You’re fit, you’re healthy, you’re exactly the right size for your figure. I can’t imagine wanting something different than what you have.” He was being a bit of a chick at the moment, and he was being exceptionally and gratuitously nice to her too, but what the hell. She was stunning. Small waist, tight round bottom, athletic legs, and tits that were perky and full. She was insane to think there was something better than that.
She smiled at him shyly, but she said nothing else, and they finished their pizza in silence. All the talk about her body, though, had his on high alert, and arousal was coursing through him. He acted patient, but he wasn’t at all, and once he’d let Macy out, he pulled her upstairs.
“What’s the chance you have an extra toothbrush I could borrow?” She looked hopeful.
“I’m sure I can find something.” She followed him into his bathroom, and he rooted around his linen closet until he found an unopened toothbrush. She leaned over the sink as she brushed, and he watched for a moment before he grabbed the towel wrapped around her and pulled it from her body. Her eyes flashed to him in the mirror, and she smiled a sudsy smile.
He grabbed his electric toothbrush from its holder and started rinsing it under the faucet of the other sink in hot water. He was watching her, and the more he took in the sight of her body, her breasts as she leaned over, her bottom bent over the sink, the harder he got. He was definitely going to play with her now, and he was really hoping she was up for it. He held his toothbrush under the faucet until the water was so hot it was steaming, and her eyes kept glancing to what he was doing.
She finished, and as she stood at the sink watching him in the mirror, she bit her lip. “You have a germ phobia?” He shook his head but said nothing. She seemed nervous, and why wouldn’t she be? He was acting a bit weird. When he was done with the toothbrush, he laid it on the countertop to cool, and he quickly stripped out of his shorts.
“Sit on the counter.” She pulled herself up to sit, holding her legs tightly together and trying to salvage her modesty, but he shook his head, tutting as he did. “Spread your legs, please.” She watched him for a moment, and her cheeks flushed pink, but she did as he asked.
He slid his hand down under the waist of his underwear, pulling the band of elastic away from his body and letting his hard cock spring free. She gasped, and his dick twitched at nothing more than the sound. He was standing about two feet in front of her, and she watched as he tucked the waistband of his underwear under his testicles. It tightened everything in his groin, and his dick started pulsing in engorged need. Her eyes staring at his arousal didn’t help his state.
He ran his hand up the shaft, rounding his palm over the head and then back down, and her lips parted. He started stroking, letting her watch as he pleasured himself in front of her. He was falling apart quickly, his teeth gritting and his jaw clenching. His stomach muscles were clenched tight, and the head of his cock was throbbing. When she swallowed harshly over a lump in her throat and moaned, he stopped. It was nearly impossible given his state, but he wasn’t ready yet.
He approached her, panting quietly, waiting for his arousal to calm slightly so he didn’t explode on her. He stood perhaps six inches from her, letting his dick touch and tickle her stomach, and he used his hands to push her knees out even farther. When he leaned to kiss the side of her neck, she shivered and moaned, and he picked up the toothbrush. “Are you wet?” He whispered it in her ear, and he could feel her nodding as much as see it. “This is going to feel intense, so I need you to tell me what feels good and what’s too much for you.” She pulled back, her brow wrinkled in confusion for a moment. Then she caught sight of the toothbrush in his hand, and she gasped again.
Her entire body tensed as he ran the toothbrush lightly over the skin on her chest. He taunted her pebble-hard nipples as he worked his way down, and when he slipped the bristly head between her lips, she jumped. She was exceptionally wet, and it moved easily over her skin, prickling its way over her clit. She jumped again, grabbing his upper arms. “Keep your hands on the counter.”
She moved her hands back to support her body with her palms planted behind her hips, and he pulled the toothbrush from her skin, looking to her eyes. She looked terrified. When he flipped the switch, the toothbrush whirred to life, and her large blue eyes widened as she studied it. He was still standing, and he reached his free hand to her pussy, parting her lips and stroking gently over her fully engorged and peaked nub. She moaned, and she watched as he lowered the head of the brush and gently started the vibrating bristles at the top of her cleft. She let out a strangled cry, and her mouth dropped open. She looked as though she was crying out but the sound wasn’t there, and then her stomach muscles clenched and her entire body started to twitch.
This was definitely pleasure. Her hips were moving, lurching and twitching as the bristles moved on her skin. He pushed a finger from his free hand into her scorching hot entry, and he held it deep and still as he felt those muscles constrict around him. He lowered the toothbrush, inching closer to her clit, and the trembling in her body intensified. He watched her closely, looking for pain or discomfort, but it was all need and arousal. Her lips started trembling when he lowered the bristles right to the swollen skin above her clit. Her teeth were damn near chattering, and he slid a second finger in with the first.
She clamped down hard on his fingers, and he groaned as he focused on her. When he brushed the bristles down over the peaked top of her clit, she shrieked. “Too much, too much!” She could barely get the words out as her body tried to pull forward, and he instantly pulled it back up to the swollen skin above her clit. Her nerves ran up above her clit just under the skin where he was at, and he let the brush head run gently over that skin, sliding easily through her wetness.
He started thrusting his fingers into her, and before long, her entire body was vibrating, her eyes were glassy and the lids fluttering, her mouth trembled, and she was panting. He glanced at her stomach muscles dancing and twitching, and though her palms were still planted firmly behind her, her shoulders were rounding forward around her stomach muscles that were contracting inward. She finally succumbed, and with a curse, she let her body pull forward, wrapping around her orgasm as it worked through her. The soles of her feet were contracting inward, her knees were partially raised from the counter top, and she eventually had to pull her palms from the countertop, gripping into his upper arms as she collapsed into his chest.
He pulled the toothbrush from her skin, but he kept his fingers buried inside her. Her sheath was trembling around him, and he could feel her cum dripping down his hand. She could only pant against his chest, taking lurching breaths and her body twitching occasionally as his fingers moved. He’d never quite watched such an intense orgasm before, and it was making his own need for release painful. She finally sat up straighter, breathing deeply as he looked down at her, and he popped the toothbrush in his mouth as she gasped and then started laughing.