52. Royal Treatment
Royal Treatment
MARY
“Ican’t promise you that you will like my clothes, but I will let you have them,” Betty said, sorting through her wardrobe. “And unfortunately, this isn’t where I presently stay, so some of this stuff is a bit dated. Yoga pants?”
“That’s fine,” I said.
She held a pair of peach and purple tie dye leggings.
I shook my head. “Be serious, Bets!”
“I wasn’t.”
“You wear those?”
“Yeah, and they make my ass look fire, so you shouldn’t complain when I do.”
“For tonight,” though, “I said.
“Uh… here.” She tossed a horse head t-shirt and pair of pajama shorts.
“These are pink,” I said. “Skatt, is everything you own pink?”
“Not everything but most things. I am not like you. I don’t live to wear black.”
I could judge based on her room alone that everything she owned was some shade of pink, purple, or fit into her aggressively feminine wardrobe aesthetic. She couldn’t have been further from me in terms of style, but I couldn’t have wanted her more.
“Tomorrow, I am wearing navy and black, point of fact,” I said.
“So different. So special.”
She tossed her dress aside and kicked it across the wardrobe floor.
“Bets, don’t be a monster. Hang that up.”
She groaned, dipping down, wearing nothing other than her lacy panties and hung up the dress. As always, Betty knew what she was doing.
“Are you aware you are some kind of snack? Did you always realize that?” I asked.
“The minute I realized I could use my feminine wiles to cause chaos, I did,” Betty agreed, approaching me with a stack of her own clothes. “I know it drives people mad. I like to watch you come unglued.”
“Mission accomplished, Bets.”
She passed, stopping near the bath to take off her teeny-tiny panties.
“Now, I’m going to shower because I’m gross. You’re welcome to join me or wait but it’s calling my name.”
I nearly tore off my costume, doing exactly what I just chided her for and followed Betty into the shower. She was already covered in soapy water as I entered
“Your hot water must be amazing here,” I joked.
“It better be,” Betty said. “I don’t like to wait.”
That sent shivers down my spine. Well, that or the feeling of cold water as I waited to use the shower properly. I pushed her back against the wall, kissing her deeply and finally getting some hot water. Unfortunately, it was scalding.
“What is wrong with you?” I gasped. “This water is hot as fuck!”
“I like my water as hot as me,” Betty joked.
“Oh, stop it.”
“No, I think it’s totally adorable that you find me so intriguing, Mary. I want you to want me. I crave it.”
I kissed her neck and pressed her harder into the wall. She let out a low moan and grabbed my ass. Her hips parted slightly, just begging for me to explore her with my fingers. I swirled two of my fingertips around her clit until she shuddered.
“You liked that?”
“Oh, fuck me,” Betty moaned. “I need it so bad. It’s been weeks.”
“Yeah?” I slipped my fingers inside, luxuriating in how wet I already got her. “What have you been doing in the interim?”
“Oh, fuck. I am always getting off at the thought of you eating me out. It’s the best feeling. Or me riding your face. I—”
I cut Betty off with a kiss, then dropped to my knees.
“What are you—”
“I’m going down on you, Betty.”
“Oh fuck. But how.”
I adjusted her hips until I had better access to her swollen clit.
“Oh, fuck,” Betty moaned.
I motioned for her to put her leg over my shoulder. She ever so gently obliged, taking advantage of the remaining dry floor in the palatial shower to keep herself upright.
“Oh my God, that is so sexy,” Betty pulled my hair. “Yes, Mary. Fuck me!”
I didn’t stop. It had been weeks since I listened to her scream my name and give over to me. It had been impossibly long since I tasted her. She was putty in my hands—free and clear for the first time. All I wanted was to spoil her. Step one was to make her see the face of God in this damn shower.
“Oh, yes! I’m gonna… oh my God! I’m coming—”
Betty pressed my face deeper against her center, toes curling on my back. She shuddered again, squealed, and fell silent. I looked up as she stared down, nostrils flaring.
“God, I love you,” she panted. “You are… so good.”
“And you’re so greedy.”
I pinned Betty’s hands on the shower wall behind her and kissed her deeply.
She didn’t shy away from her own taste or the way I demanded her obedience.
She lived for it. I played with her nipples as I pressed myself against her hip, rubbing my own swollen clit against her.
It felt so satisfying knowing how happy I made her.
And it would take almost nothing to get me off.
The sight of her in the shower was enough.
“I want to… make you come,” Betty whispered. “Hard. I want to feel you come.”
I dropped one of her hands, keeping the other pinned above her head, and tilted my pelvis so she could access my desperate clit. Betty slipped one finger, then two inside, her hand slowly rubbing against my clit with each thrust of her hand.
“More?” Her eyes bored into mine.
“Yes.”
A third finger entered, filling me fuller and stroking my G-spot.
“More?”
I nodded, barely able to speak.
Betty pressed her hand into me, her thumb now acting as a counterweight. It hit my clit every time, making it harder to stand.
“God, you like it when I fill your whole cunt up, don’t you?” Betty asked.
Her dirty words got better every time. It was such a turn on that she wanted me this badly.
“Oh, fuck. Don’t stop, Betty!” I gripped her hip for dear life as I ground against her hand.
“Come for me, Mary. come for me, baby,” she whispered, kissing me.
I bucked against her hand with one desperate thrust, reaching my orgasm and clenching around her fingers delightfully.
I never wanted it to end and wanted to feel everything she gave, so I pressed her hand against me and held her.
Slowly, I pulled her fingers from within, holding eye contact, and dropped her hand from above her head.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” I said. “And so good.”
“How could I not be when you just let me explode all over your face?” Betty giggled. “I love you.”
I kissed her, “I love you, too.”