Chapter 14
Amelia couldn’t getover how Mandi looked laid out beneath her. Her chest was flushed and her more than ample bosoms heaved in a manner that wouldn’t be out of place in a romance novel. All soft jiggles.
She looked like she belonged in Amelia’s arms. In her bed.
And Amelia was going to show her exactly why she belonged there. She was going to make Mandi come until Mandi couldn’t come any more, but before all of that, she was going to taste her.
“I want to taste you, princess. Is that okay?”
The hurried, “Mmhmm,” made her chuckle as she kissed her way down the redhead’s body. Mandi was so delightfully responsive, as if each of Amelia’s touches was a revelation, and a new discovery of pleasure. Trailing fingers down the path her kisses took, made the woman gasp and tense her legs, before relaxing into the sensations.
Amelia wanted to feel Mandi shatter beneath her mouth. Needed to feel her shatter. And then she’d take each precious sliver and help piece them back together again.
When she reached Mandi’s inner thigh, she paused, waiting, wanting to hear how much Mandi needed her, and she wasn’t disappointed.
“Come on!” growled her princess, almost fierce, “what are you waiting for, Mommy?”
“For you to remember your manners, little girl!”
She could almost hear Mandi roll her eyes at her. “You want me to say please?”
Lifting her head, Amelia leaned up and met Mandi’s eyes. “Say please like a good girl.”
Mandi’s lips parted and she blinked hurriedly, fighting the flush that rose in her cheeks. Then the cheekiest smile flitted across her face. “Please like a good girl.”
The challenge in her eyes was alight with humor, and Amelia grinned. “Oh like that, is it?”
She lifted her hand and tapped Mandi’s clit sharply, the movement a gentle approximation of a slap.
Mandi gasped, and then moaned audibly.
Her little girl had been very honest about what she liked on her entry form, and Amelia intended on fulfilling every single one of her girl’s desires.
“Say please.”
“Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please, Mommy?”
“Please Mommy, what?” She could see the frustrated desire building in Mandi’s body, her hips moving upward, desperate for touch.
She was rewarded with a pleading cry. “Please, lick me, Mommy!”
“Of course, babygirl,” and then she lowered her mouth, and licked from the entrance to Mandi’s pussy, all the way up to her clit, swirled around, and sucked the pink nub into her mouth as Mandi’s back came off the bed.
“Mommy!” she almost sobbed, and Amelia wished there was a way for her to hold her girl in her arms, kissing her, and licking her all at once. Instead, she reached out to hold Mandi’s hands, entwining their fingers together as an anchor.
“I’ve got you, babygirl,” she said, and then licked again.
She’d been born with a tongue-tie, which had never been rectified, so Amelia couldn’t extend her tongue very far, just enough to lick and taste Mandi’s pussy, so it meant that she really did have to bury her head between Mandi’s legs. She kept one nostril free so she could breathe, and then fully lost herself. All she could smell, all she could taste, was her princess.
Loosening her right hand from Mandi’s grip, she teased the entrance to her girl’s pussy, never quite entering until Mandi said, her voice tight. “Oh for fuck’s sake, yes, I want you to finger me, Mommy. Make me take it.”
That made Amelia laugh, the vibrations traveling down Mandi’s clit and making her cunt clench about Amelia’s fingers as they entered her. Two, to begin with. Amelia fingers curled as if beckoning forward in a come-hither motion that she knew would graze up against Mandi’s g-spot.
A strangled “Holy fuck,” was the result and Amelia was surprised at how foul-mouthed her girl could be. She’d have to put that mouth to good use later, she thought, and then added another finger, to see what curse words her girl might still have in reserve.
Only this time, there was a “Jiminy Cricket!” and Amelia had to concentrate really, really hard not to splutter with laughter right into Mandi’s pussy.
She sped up then, sucking and finger fucking and stroking and kissing, and felt Mandi’s legs tighten about her head. Tighter and tighter, and then Mandi was crying out, over and over, her pussy clenching and unclenching rapidly around Amelia’s fingers as she came.
And before her girl could pause, Amelia leaned up, locked eyes with her, brushed her thumb over Mandi’s clit and said, “Come again for me, baby, come for Mommy,” and Mandi shattered.