i sit back on the edge of the bed, legs parted just enough, still fully dressed. i glance at the clock on the nightstand and begin a timer in my head.
“five minutes,” i tell her, my voice even and warm. “that’s all you get. mouth and words only. no hands. make mommy wet, and i’ll decide what happens to you next. fail… and you spend the entire night edged, plugged, and denied. understand?”
she nods, already on her knees between my thighs. i can see the flush climbing her chest.
she leans in like she’s starving. soft lips first, open-mouthed kisses along the skin of my inner thigh, then higher, nosing against the fabric of my underwear. her breath is hot. she starts talking between kisses, voice low and shaky.
“please, mommy… let me taste you. i’ve been thinking about it all day. how you smell. how you get so wet when i do this right. please let me make you drip for me...”
i stay still. one hand rests lightly on the back of her head, not guiding, just present. she feels the weight of it and works harder.
she mouths over my clit through the thin cotton, slow and deliberate, tongue pressing firm. i feel the first spark of heat land low in my stomach. she keeps talking against me, words muffled and desperate.
“you’re already getting warmer… i can feel it. let me in. please. i’ll be so good. i’ll lick you exactly how you like until you’re soaked through.”
she pulls the fabric aside with her teeth so she can finally get her tongue on bare skin. the first real stroke of her tongue makes my breath hitch just once. sharp.
she moans against me like the sound alone might push me over, licking deeper, flatter, then focused right where i’m most sensitive. her words turn messier.
“please get wet for me. please. i need it. need to feel you cum on my tongue. need you to use me after. please, mommy.”
the time counts down in my head. she’s good. she’s always been good with her mouth when she’s this needy. i feel myself getting slicker under her tongue, the unmistakable slide of arousal. she feels it too and makes a soft, triumphant sound that vibrates against me.
when the five minutes are up i gently push her back by the forehead. her lips are shiny. her eyes are dark and hopeful.
i look down at her for a long moment, then reach between my own legs and swipe two fingers through the wetness she worked so hard for. i hold them up so she can see the evidence, then i press them against her lower lip.
she does. i paint the slick across her tongue.
“you did it, little one. good girl.”
her whole body softens with relief. i smile, slow and certain. visibly proud for a moment before my eyes turn predatory.
“but you still get used exactly how i want. clothes off. ass up. mouth open. mommy’s going to take her time with what’s hers now.”
