She's In Control: Part I

"Here," he said handing her the simple blue toothbrush.

"Blue today, huh?"

"What's wrong with blue?" he asked.

"Nothing, I just think it's cute."

"What is?"

"Well, I've been fucking you for about six months now. You'd think I could have my own toothbrush here but every morning, you pull out a new one. Always disposable, always a different color. Like the only stability you want from me is my pussy."

"And you find that...cute?"

"I do," she said with a smile. "The way you try so hard to keep the boundaries clear. It's endearing."

"You don't have to do that," he said, putting his strong hand on her waist's soft skin, pulling her closer.

"What?" she inquired.

"Try so hard to pretend."

"What do you mean?"

"You don't have to pretend to be the 'cool girl'. Women only bring up boundaries because they have a problem with the rules."

"You think I have a problem with the rules...that we established together?"

"That's what always happens eventually, isn't it?"

"You have a point. That's what usually happens. Just, not with me."

"Oh, really?" he doubted. 

"Really. I can have a toothbrush, a phone charger and a damn cat at your place and I still wouldn't expect or want commitment."

He laughed, "Yeah, okay."

"I'd stay longer and try to prove how many fucks I don't give but I should go, have a packed day. Let me just brush my teeth with blue and I'll be on my way."

Michaela turned away from Jerome, bent over slightly and brushed her teeth. 

Her bare ass grazed against his bare groin. 

She ignored his light, simulated thrusts and brushed, rinsed and spat. 

With a clean mouth, she dried her lips then threw the blue toothbrush in the empty trash can that sat conveniently next to the sink. 

"All set," she said looking at him through the mirror, refusing to turn and remove her body from his tumescent girth.

"All set, huh? Sure you're not forgetting something?" Jerome asked, moving himself deeper into her skin.

"What would I be forgetting?"

"You don't know?"

"Well, I know it's not my toothbrush," she replied, a sly smile caressing her face.

"You got jokes," he said, lifting his dick, using it to play between her pussy lips.

"Let me show you," he continued.

Michaela gripped the thick granite countertop, holding on for balance and bracing herself as Jerome pushed his way inside of her. 

His thickness never got easier to take but somehow was better every time. 

He fucked her to her core. The pleasurable pain vibrated through all vaginal walls, pounding its way up her thighs and throughout her insides. Her jaw dropped and she released the pain with a low groan. 

She could feel his pace increasing, his orgasm rising alongside her own. His grip on her waist deepening, her grip on the counter tightening. 

Before her next breath, he exploded.

She squirted.

He immediately caught her fluids, cupped his hand under the juices, collected them then spread them on her ass, an action that only excited her more, only made her squirt again. 

"Fuck," they released in unison. 

"Shower?" she asked.

"Quickly. I have an interview in a couple hours. Gotta prepare."

"That's right, for the Director of Sales position over at Prime Consulting?"

"Did I tell you about that?"

"You did."


Michaela rolled her eyes.

"Not too hot," Jerome requested as his lover turned the shower knob. 

"But, I like it hot," she responded. 

"I know you do. But, not too hot, please. For me?"

He placed a gentle kiss on her cheek and ran his fingers down her back. 

"Don't try to get cute with me, mister. No kissing allowed, remember?"

They stepped into the steamy shower. Hot, but not too hot.

"You really trying to tell me you never thought about breaking the rules?" Jerome asked her while lathering her back. 

"I never should have said anything about that damn toothbrush."

"I just want to know, want to make sure we're on the same page."

She turned and faced him.

"Trust me, you have nothing to worry about."

"Alright. Just checking."

He handed her the wash cloth then grabbed another for himself. He washed his body quickly, turned the water dial a bit closer to the red "H" and stepped out of the shower.

"You okay?" Michaela asked.

"Yeah, just, you know, gotta get ready, like I said."

"Alright. Just checking."

Michaela finished soon after, exited the shower, covered herself in Cocoa Butter Jergens then got dressed in the pants suit she'd brought in her modest overnight bag. 

"You going into the office?" Jerome asked.

"Yeah, have some early appointments today. I'll see you soon?"

"You know you will," he responded with an involuntary smile. 

"Good," she replied with a voluntary smirk. 

And she was gone.