She balanced the sauce on her arm and gently let it fall on the countertop where she pried it open with her teeth. Sitting on her high stool, the taste of metal on her tongue, she maneuvered three spoonfuls on top of her macaroni before closing the lid again, this time using the stump of her arm.
Luckily for her, the door on their new microwave was push to open.
She squatted and wedged the ceramic bowl between her cheek and shoulder but slipped out of her grasp after a few steps and crashed onto the floor, spreading red spaghetti sauce all over the cupboards. She jumped back, out of patience, and slammed her arm on her side. She looked up to Jacob’s worried look, who had just sprinted down the corridor. Everything’s fine, I’m fine, she said. Just a little slip, nothing more. He opened his arms to comfort her and she happily snuggled right in them, resting her head against his chest. I didn’t want to wake you up, she said.
He pushed the mess to the side with a foot and forced her out of the kitchen, backtracking until they hit the back of the couch. I like this top, he said. You told me that already. Twice, she said. Well I do, he answered. He slid underneath it to grab her breast, squeezing it tight into the palm of his hand. She shrugged, and he flicked the strap off of her bony, armless shoulder. She pushed it towards him as well as her right arm, barely long enough to reach the side of her breast. He pushed her even more, curving her spine backwards over the couch, revealing her second breast, fitting the nipple into his mouth.
She gasped, pressing her stump on the side of his head, putting her legs in a deadlock against his back. He caught her arm just in time as she tumbled back, holding her in asymmetric balance, before pulling her back on her feet. Her top still hanging around her neck, he took the time to drop gentle kisses on her neck and breasts before undoing the button on her shorts and dropping them, unceremoniously pushing two fingers inside her.
She squealed like a mouse this time, her legs giving way from under her, like forgetting their most primary function. She collapsed like a wet noodle into Jacob's arms and he guided her over to the other side of the couch to lay down, her empty shoulder snug against the backrest. He locked her arm above her head and forced a kiss on her lips, which she gladly accepted. She arched her back in response, channeling the strength of her core up her torso and through her arm to try and break it free without much success. As she doubled her efforts, he could feel her tricep tensed within his grasp, pushed to its limit, and her helplessness hardened his dick. She wiggled her armless shoulder instead to catch his attention, rubbing it against the worn leather. He felt his way to the dimple on the front, pinched her entire shoulder just the way he knew she was ticklish. She fought with a renewed fervor, giggling and panting, but stood no chance against Jacob weighing down on her upper body.
It's not fair, she said after he had stopped, biting her lower lip, still grunting and squirming underneath him. Life never is, Chloe, he said, drumming on her mound and towards her pulsing lips. He fingered her again to wet his digits and circled her clit, causing another loud gasp. Chloe's modest breasts swayed along with his movements, her erect nipples enticing him to get another taste. While he flipped her top over her head, she took back control over her arm, bringing it to her mouth to lick her stump then reaching for her breast. Push it up towards me, she asked, and he did. Her breathing quickened along with his fingers, his kisses across her chest, and her blunt stump flicking her nipple imprecisely, all thanks to his precious help.
She hooked her left leg over the backrest to lift her hips and danced along with her boyfriend’s motion. She pushed Jacob’s hand away with her arm to take its place, crushing forwards, managing to push her breast up and sideways, throwing her head back, biting her lip, sinking the painted nails of her toes in the armrest. She found it all delicious to endure. Jacob’s thumb massaging her clit, her inner heat spreading onto his moving fingers, and now his tongue, moving away from her own mouth and onto the breast she could barely reach, taking a whiff of her scent. Her heartbeat pulsed through every inch of her body, flooding her genitals, spasming through her core.
Her arm fell limp at her side but he snagged it immediately, gently kissing its end, feeling the shortened muscles twitch. He strengthened his grasp to sit her on top of his hand and relished at her contented sigh. His boxers within her reach, she fit them up to her armpit to push them down and swallowed his shaft, first fondling her balls with her stump, but soon it fought at her temples to push her hair back. He freed his hands and put her hair in an improvised ponytail, smearing her wetness through her hay-colored hair, pushing his thumb into the dimple of her empty shoulder. Chloe giggled and sighed again, exaggeratedly rocking her head and slowing down, looking up at him with devilish eyes. Thinking nothing of it, he tightened his grip on her hair and forced her head through the motions, mercilessly yanking her head back and forth to his own rhythm. She moaned harder every time, unphased by the cock deep in her throat, twisting her tongue, pressing her lips.
When she felt him close, she backed away as if sucking on a Popsicle, and looked down at her groin, his dick balanced on her stump. Standing up, she gave him a taste of himself and guided him to turn around, taking a step forward to jab her arm into his chest. He sat down himself and stroked his engorged shaft as Chloe zeroed in on him, setting her arm on his shoulder for support. Slowly stepping up on the couch, setting her knees at his sides, and only then hovering over him, she allowed him to fill her again, this time in complete control of the tempo. He liked keeping a hand on her lower back just in case she lost her balance, but she never did, of course. Instead, she grinded her hip against his, bouncing her entire self on top of him, pressing her arm on the side of her face, her empty shoulder shrugged in search of an appendage that never was.
Chloe’s petite frame was truly a sight to behold, but what excited Jacob the most was her inability to do simple tasks by herself. Watching her struggle with most of anything with only the stump of one arm triggered inside of him the most visceral of reactions. As she hovered at the edge of her own orgasm, he relished at the incompetence of her stumped arm. She often talked about dreaming of fingering or squeezing her tits herself. But even with her strongest efforts, it failed to properly comply with her demands. Fingerless, elbowless, shortened, crippled, it pressed and smudged, poked and prodded. Tried, yet most often failed.
I should break stuff more often, she said. He grabbed her arm again and pressed his other palm against her armless shoulder, yanking her forward in range of his lips. He squeezed her stump next to his face and kissed its tip for his own enjoyment, feeling the final wave of eroticism bubbling through his hips. He let go of her arm just as he came into her, pressing her down against him, thrusting as deep as he could into her. She squirmed in his arms, hips rocking, mouth open, shoulders shrugged, head thrown back. He contemplated her figure again, the toned abdominal muscles on her stomach, the erect nipples on her trembling breasts, and of course, her rounded left shoulder contrasting against the dark backdrop of the room.