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her dark hair tossed to one side, cascading down her shoulder. one of her hands smoothing and grabbing at the fleshy part of your thigh and hip while the other twisted and curled at a steady pace inside of you.

her sage green eyes lift to meet your gaze. your breath stutters, your walls clenching around her fingers.

as breathtakingly beautiful she looked, and as amazing as it felt to have her finger fucking you with her tongue lapping at your clit, you couldn’t get out of your head.

you were taking too long. you were beginning to feel guilty. was something wrong with you? why were you having such a hard time?

“hey, what’s wrong?” wanda asks when she notices the look of concentration on your face. her fingers stilled inside of you.

your eyes well up with tears. you don’t know why you suddenly feel so emotional. you should have just faked an orgasm so you weren’t stuck in this predicament.

“nothing, it’s just…” you pause, propping your upper body on your elbows as you look down at her. your cheeks are flushed, and she can see your eyes glistening with unshed tears.

“oh, sweetheart. what is it?” she readjusts her position. she uses both of her hands now to caress along your sides and thighs.

“i’m sorry.” your voice cracks, one tear rolling down your cheek as you feel the urge to sob, but you manage to hold yourself together.

the lethal combination of feeling guilty, overwhelmed and sexually frustrated was doing you in. you did want to cum so badly, so why couldn’t you?

“i can’t.” you tell her, your eyes now averting her gaze in embarrassment. “i think i’m too stuck in my head or something.” you explain despite the fact that you wanted nothing more than to hide from this moment.

“hey, look at me.” wanda encourages, her finger bringing your chin back to center so she can look at you properly.

“it’s okay—you’re okay. there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” you can tell she’s being sincere. her soft gaze melts you on the spot, but all you can do is stare back like a sad puppy. your lip quivers just slightly.

“baby, come here.” she gets up, gathering you in her arms. she cradles you against her naked chest, her back leaning against the headboard and your legs draped to the side of her.

“you don’t have to finish every time. it’s okay if you can’t sometimes. that’s perfectly normal.” she explains as she runs a hand down the side of your head, smoothing stray pieces of hair behind your ear.

you try to swallow past the guilt you were feeling.

“but… but i don’t want you to feel like you’re doing something wrong. i promise it felt good—really good. i just can’t.. i couldn’t..” you trail off at the end, but you hoped your explanation was good enough that she understood this wasn’t her fault.

she chuckles warmly. the sound catches your attention immediately. what was funny?

“i’m sorry. i’m not laughing at you, i promise. you’re just extraordinarily adorable.” her smile was beaming and it would have been contagious had you not been slightly confused.

“it’s..adorable?” you try to clarify.

“yes. you’ve been lying there trying to get yourself to cum, but the part you’re most worried about is how that’s making me feel as opposed to your own sexual frustration?” she asks with a laugh in her voice.

you pause for a moment, running her question over in your head. “well, yeah.” you shrug like it was a no brainer. “but, i am sexually frustrated too. i just wanted you to know you make me feel so good even when i can’t cum.” you say matter-o-factly.

she tsks, cradling your head tenderly between her hands as she kisses your forehead.

“my sweet girl.” she hums next to your ear before kissing your cheek. when she pulls away to hold your gaze, there aren’t any more traces of humor. just a level of tenderness and sincerity.

her thumb traces along your cheek bone, her eyes drifting to your lips and then back up to your eyes. there’s a small glint there now.

“you wanna suckle on mama and let me keep playing with your little pussy?” the idea has you perking up in an instant, but you still had a small reservation.

“even if i don’t cum?” you check with her, knowing your mind will be much more at ease if she wasn’t expecting that from you.

“even if you don’t cum.” she affirms with a nod, affectionally tracing a line down the slope of your nose.