Unforgiven (25 page)

“Yes, they are. About the only healthy thing about this pizza. ’Course, they’ll give you onion breath from hell.”

“Thanks for giving me something to be self-conscious about.”

“Much like your lovely round ass?”

“Which is far jigglier than it used to be.”

He couldn’t stop the laughter that incited, and she looked at him sheepishly. He could literally see her regretting those words. She had an exceptional ass. Always had, and this version of her was certainly no more jiggly than it ought to be. Firm, tight, perky, and round was how he would describe it. “I assure you, there is nothing at all to be ashamed of in regards to your bottom. And jiggly is not the word I would use to describe it.” He watched her for a moment, stuffing a bite of pizza in his mouth. “Why do women assume their bodies aren’t supposed to change after high school? I mean, I remember you very clearly up to twenty-one, and you looked then as you did at seventeen and eighteen, but you were only barely finished growing. Once a woman, or a man for that matter, hits their early twenties, they’re going to change.”

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.

“That was. . .” She panted for a moment. “Lovely.”

“Yes, it was.” He spoke around the toothbrush in his mouth. “Now, lean back, so I can come on you.”

She leaned back, resting against the mirror, and he pushed the length of his cock against the wet, slick cleft of her pussy lips. He ran his hand along the top of his dick, letting her slippery skin caress the underneath, and he thrust gently as she watched. Her mouth was open, and her eyes were wide as she focused on what he was doing, and she instantly started tightening her groin and pushing toward him harder. It brought his already starved dick to climax quickly, and as he came on her stomach, she watched. She touched the pearly cum he left on her skin, and it made his dick twitch to see her fingers coated with his seed. Fuck, she was so incredible.

He wiped her stomach clean with a washrag, and then he carried her to bed, planting her gently on the sheets. He ran his fingers between the lips of her pussy. She was still soaking wet, and every place he touched caused lurching spasms to rack her body. She was well and truly oversensitive at the moment, and he enjoyed the way her body responded as he worshipped her tits for a while.

When he pulled her back to his front and wrapped his arms around her, he reached back quickly, turning the light out.

“Was that playing?”

“Yes, Bailey, that was playing.” She fell asleep moments later, and he did too.

He apparently was just an early riser, and when she opened her eyes and yawned, she found herself alone again in his bed. She wanted coffee, she needed coffee, and thank God for her, he was a coffee drinker. She still had no clean clothes, and those that she’d dropped just outside his shower the afternoon before were inexplicably missing. She padded downstairs naked, hoping like hell he didn’t have company, and she found him sitting in the same Adirondack chair on the back deck he’d been in after their first run. As she rounded the chair to see him, she found his eyes were just as distant and unreadable as they had been on that day too. But there was one difference. He was completely naked.

His strong thighs were parted, and his testicles were large and heavy. His penis was intimidating even in this relaxed state, and as her eyes roved over him, he hardened and lengthened to a terrifying size—also a quite intriguing size. She was trying to lean casually against the deck rail a few feet in front of him, but as she leaned back, she misjudged the distance and staggered back into it. He smiled for a moment, and she did too. If only she’d known all she had to do was humiliate herself to get a smile from him.

She gave up trying to act casual and kneeled in front of his parted thighs. She knew there was a better than good chance he’d stop her if she tried to touch him, but she liked to test limits on occasion. His testicles were exceptionally masculine, and his erection was high on his stomach. She kneeled up and leaned to him as his eyes seared hotly into her. He watched as she reached for him, and she paused, waiting for him to grab her wrist or reprimand her in some way. He didn’t. She proceeded to wrap her hand around the thick, smooth shaft, feeling the weight of him in her hand for the first time. She still expected him to stop her, but he made no move to. His lips parted, and he sucked in a quick breath. When she leaned to him, his teeth gritted, and his hands fisted, but the best was the strangled cry he emitted when her lips parted and sank down over the head of his cock. He cursed, and she sank lower, pulling and sucking. He made no attempt to still her.

She was slow as she started moving up and down along his length, and she stopped to trace a rigid, hard vein with her tongue. It wrapped around the shaft like the root of a tree, feeding his engorged arousal. He gripped the arms of the chair, knocking his empty coffee cup off to shatter into hundreds of porcelain pieces beside them. She pulled back at the sound of the breaking cup, and he looked at her. He reached for her mouth, brushing the pad of his thumb along her lower lip. If that was the permission she was looking for, she was past needing it. It had been years since she’d touched a man, and she was terrified, but he’d withheld himself from her, and he was finally letting her in.

Instead of continuing with her mouth, she reached up and stroked a soft trail over the seam of skin on his testicles. They were so tight, but their size was a very masculine reminder of the power inside him. Her hand gripped his erection again, and she stroked up and down as he started to grunt and groan. When she took him in her mouth again, his groan intensified, and his hand grasped the top of her head, twisting in her hair. He set the pace as he gripped and forced her movements. He was gentle, but there was little question who was running the show.

Her eyes flashed to his just to see his dark ones looking back at her. His lips were parted, he was panting, and the quiet grunts that escaped his mouth were completely involuntary. He was on the brink of losing it, and his focus was locked on her. She could feel the tremor in his thighs, and soon his cock was thrusting up into her mouth as he clenched his bottom to drive himself upward. She closed her eyes and the moment she did, his husky and broken voice interrupted her. “Look at me.” She did, and the moment before he came apart completely, he spoke again. “Don’t swallow.”

He cried out as he came, tightening his buttocks hard and thrusting up powerfully. She let him come in her mouth, and she sucked gently on him as he grunted and groaned out his release. He stared down at her as she kneeled between his legs. She could feel his seed on her tongue, and the sensation made it hard not to swallow him down, but she sat still, waiting for him. He reached a hand down to her, pulling her up to straddle his hips.