Page 25 of Mommy Calls Me Princess

Quite possibly, both.

Either way I was on the cusp of marrying the woman I loved, and honestly, I had no regrets. Darcy’s excitement was infectious as was her happiness and a life without her wasn’t happening. We strolled down the boardwalk hand in hand sharing stolen glances here and there as we walked back toward the hotel. The simplest of flirts that resonated so very deeply.

“Bath or shower, Princess?”

Darcy gracefully shed her shirt, or was it done in more of seductive manner…So many layers to my girl. Then her shorts magically followed and she stood before me in her bikini.Flirtatiously, she batted her lashes. “I want to shower with Mommy tonight and no jammies, please.”

She strutted ahead of me, swaying her hips and started the shower. When I finally found my brain and caught up to her, she posed before the glass enclosure waiting. Hurriedly, my clothes were shed, and I sidled up behind her, pressing my naked body to hers. Skimming the pads of my fingers along her flesh drew shivers, goosebumps prickled her skin.

“Mmm,” she murmured, as I kissed her neck and untied her bikini top.

“See, this is one of those times where if I had sexy undies on you’d know what I hinted at.”

“Sexy undies my ass. All you had to do was repeat those moves, and I’d know exactly what was on your mind.” She giggled as her top fell to the tile floor. My hands replaced it, circling her breasts and gently kneading them. Her nipples pebbled beneath my touch. I lightly pinched them just the way she liked. Just a hint of pain that heightened her overall pleasure.

“Mommy, I missed your touch.”

Goddess. The things this girl said to me set my soul on fire.

“Let’s get you washed up.” The thought of tasting sunscreen wasn’t part of the plan. “Then Mommy wants to lick every inch of your beautiful body.” More shivers. I loved how easily I elicited that reaction from her.

“Can Princess play with her Mommy too?”

I loved this. Sometimes Mommy just took care of her girl, my libido not as strong as my Princess. Though it was a nice change to occasionally flip the roles. Dating in my younger years was a challenge given my six-foot stature and lovers had a way of making me feel like a freak, so I’d shied away until I found my strength as a domme. But with Darcy, none of that mattered. We slid into place as though we’d been together for years. That’sprobably why my brain hadn’t hesitated at the widely out of character proposal.

“God, yes. Lean back, baby girl. Let Mommy wash your hair.” This was one of my favorite parts of bathing her. Last night she’d been too tired for me to wash it. Tonight, I’d take my time lathering her beautiful blonde locks and massaging her scalp. Every sound she released was an aphrodisiac to me.

I lathered the bath sponge and chased the shampoo remnants as they ran along her flesh, paying extra attention to her sensitive nipples. Catching the gasps and moans with my mouth, my tongue danced with hers as we pressed our naked flesh together as tightly as we could.

Between our breath and the shower steam, the bathroom was a mist of fog.

“We better finish before they complain we’ve drained the water heater.” My princess snickered. “Besides, it’s not as easy to get my mouth where I want it in here.” With a final peck, she rinsed off then I hurriedly washed and shut the water off.

More coy glances passed, heightening the mood. We’d made love before, but never had it held the weight this night did. A bonding, an acceptance of the future, a melding of our souls and though it wasn’t our wedding day it was the day we agreed to share a future together.

She said yes.

With a shimmy in her hips, she danced backwards toward the bed, her hands waving in a come-hither motion. As though I’d veer from the path that led to her. My eyes were on the prize, the girl with the golden locks and brilliant sapphire blue eyes.

The girl I was lucky enough to call my Princess.

My lips once again met hers as we slowly fell back onto the bed. Darcy scooted up so her head rested upon the pillows, and I crawled up between her open legs. Her golden hair spread out amongst them in an ethereal haloed glow.

“My angel.”

A simple kiss to accentuate the meaning behind my words that quickly heated as our naked bodies touched.

“Mommy,” she gasped as we drew back. The urge to fill our lungs with oxygen temporarily overpowered our desire.

“Anything, Princess.”

“Just love me, Mommy. Now, and forever.”

“That’s a promise I can make.”

No more words were necessary, actions only from here on out to prove just how much I loved her.

From her lips to her jawline and down her neck, my mouth tasted every available inch. My mind ran through the many ways to bring her to orgasm. Once wouldn’t be enough. Not tonight.

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