I sit cross-legged on the bed, she’s already kneeling in front of me. I reach out slowly… two fingers extended toward her lips.
“Open” I say with that steady calm tone she knows means no arguing. She obeys instantly - those pretty lips part for me without question.
My fingertips press gently against them, then slide into warm mouth. "Good girl”. My fingers withdraw from her mouth, glistening slightly. I trail them down, slowly tracing the curve of her jaw, then her throat letting the anticipation build.
Then finally… I press those damp fingertips to the entrance of her pussy, not pushing in yet. Just resting there possessively as eyes lock onto hers: “Breathe for me”. A soft command while I’m letting her body adjust naturally under my watchful gaze.
She whimpers - a tiny sound of frustration or longing and I smile faintly. “Patience”, I murmur gently.
She bites her lip, then finally whispers: “Please... Mommy”. So sweet and needy, It makes my chest tighten.
I tilt my head slightly, studying those pleading eyes, before slowly pushing one finger inside just an inch to test how wet she already is for me...
Her breath hitches as I sink the first finger deeper slowly, watching her face for every flicker of pleasure or hesitation. She exhales a shaky: “Mommy..." more plea than a word.
I add a second finger carefully, stretching her gradually with gentle curls. She squirms slightly because it’s too much, yet not enough all at once and I hum: “You’re doing so well” rewarding that quiet obedience.
Her hips twitch upward instinctively begging silently for more friction, more depth, but I hold my fingers still.
“Ask properly” I say softly, tilting her chin up with my free hand. My thumb brushes her cheek as I wait.
She whines first, then finally: “Please… Mommy. Please move your fingers. Please touch me right”. So polite in begging it almost makes me melt.
I finally start moving my fingers properly. Slow, deep thrusts now each one curling just right inside her. Her back arches off the bed silently, she doesn’t dare make noise without permission. But her eyes wide and glazed, staring up at me like I’m everything.
I lean down, capturing those pretty lips in another kiss while pumping faster. The rhythm shifts suddenly - I speed up my fingers, thrusting deeper and faster now. “Look at me” I order and she obeys instantly, eyes locking onto mine.
My thumb finds her clit, rubbing tight circles in time with each finger-pump, exactly how I know she needs it.
Her breath comes in shallow gasps, body tensing like a coiled spring. That’s when I lean down close to whisper against lips: "Come for Mommy”.
Her body obeys before her mind even processes it - back bowing off the bed as she shatters. A silent scream parts her lips, eyes squeezed shut for a second before fluttering open again to stare at me - dazed and overwhelmed.
I don’t stop my fingers, not yet. I ride out every pulse of her pleasure, slowing gradually. My thumb gentles on clit, soothing now.
A soft kiss lands on sweaty forehead when she finally goes limp beneath me utterly spent but safe in my arms.
