The Bet

19) Shy

  How could I refuse to come back to her place after she made me cum against a tree in the middle of the park?

  The least I could do was return the favor. . .

  Now we're in her comfortable and giant bed, rolling around and giggling between making out.

"I wanna make you feel good," I mumbled a little shyly against her mouth, resisting the urge to add Mommy at the end of it. We're not at the place where I can say it when we're not lost in the throes of passion.

  But she's been so generous, handing out orgasms like candy, and I've only gotten to taste her once. It doesn't feel equitable.

  But I can't just come out and say it when I don't have the excuse of wine brain anymore, so shy mumbles are all she gets.

  "Aw," she gushed between kisses, groping my ass deliciously. "You wanna be a good girl," She kissed me deeply, swallowing my whimpers, "make Mommy feel good?"

  Holy Ghost. I've never wanted anything more. I nodded violently. "Yes!"

  She raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow, mischief in her eyes. "Yes, what?"

  I wiggled over to kneel beside her. "Yes, Mommy," I mumbled with barely hidden delight.

  I've never met anyone that likes to be called the term as much as I like using it. I've slept with a couple people involved in kink and such, but they all liked going by ma'am or sir or mistress or master in the bedroom, which is hot, but something about Mommy just makes my insides burn in the most delicious way.

  Of course, I'm usually too shy to come right out and say that.

  Apparently, this time I don't have to, though.

  "Good girl. Go stand at the foot of the bed," she nodded her head in that direction.

  Her sexy grin and praise put a little pep in my step as I slipped off the closest side of the bed and scampered over to the foot, where I waited for her next instructions with baited breath.

  She chuckled at my eagerness — an endeared chuckle, not the amused kind — and made quick work of sliding down to sit in front of me on the bed. "Did you have something in mind when you asked to make me feel good?" She had a knowing smirk plastered on her face.

  I want to kiss it.

  Heat rushed to my cheeks as she made me say the dirty things I want out loud, lest she might not let me have them. "I um, I would like to eat you out, please." It sounded overly formal and was painfully embarrassing to say, but I really do want to eat her like a man starved.

  She gifted me another chuckle. "Aw, do I have a cute little service top on my hands?"

  My heart leapt. She called me cute.

  I nodded vehemently to answer her question. When I'm not being a pillow princess, "Yes, Mommy."

  Blessing me with her stunning smile, she continued. "I like that."

  If she keeps looking at me with those sultry eyes and talking to me in that seductive voice, I'm gonna cum in my pants like a teenage boy on prom night.

  "You'll get what you want, but for now, strip."

  I immediately threw my comfy sweater on the floor, followed by my socks. My lack of hesitation was slightly concerning, but it's no secret that I'm putty in the presence of a deliciously dominant person.

  "Wait!" Mommy giggled prettily. "Slowly," she corrected. "Give me a show."

My stomach fluttered. She wants a show?