Chin Up, Buttercup

“Go get comfortable, love bug.” Wanda had gently pushed you towards your bedroom almost as soon as you got through the garage door. 

It was easy enough following the woman's instructions, changing into a soft pair of satin pajamas she had left out for you before lying down. You sighed softly as you finally got to relax after a long day, the soft mattress that Wanda insisted was good for you, because of some memory foam something or another, cushioning your exhausted body. You spread out into an x, not bothering to readjust yourself as you let your weight be taken by the mattress. You laid there for an unmeasurable amount of time, shallowly breathing as you let your mind think of anything and nothing all at once. 

“There’s my tired girl.” Wanda’s voice floated between your ears, bringing a small smile to your face. Despite how tired you were and the fact that you wanted nothing more than to sink into the mattress below you, you couldn’t help but be happy. You knew Wanda would take care of you. 

You kept your eyes closed, listening as she mulled about the room, changing into her own pajamas by the sound of the closet door opening and closing. The thing needed to be greased months ago, but that was the last thing on your mind. Well, maybe not the last thing, but definitely not the most important. You thought back on your day, on the fact that you hadn’t been home in well over ten hours, swept up in a multitude of interviews and pictures to even realize how long had passed. The sun had just began to set when you had left the venue, a somehow bright and dull orangish yellow casting a soft glow over everything. It was all you could watch on the way home, how Wanda seemed to shimmer in the light.

Even in the darkness of your room without the overhead light on, the still-setting sun was more than enough light. You were so caught up you hadn’t realized Wanda moving until she was sitting on the bed next to you. She was cautious, as if she didn’t want to rouse you, had you been asleep. Wanda smiled softly, reaching her right hand out to swipe the hair away from your forehead. At this, you blinked your eyes open, your gaze just slightly unfocused as you looked up at her. 

“Hi pretty girl.” The woman smiled down at you, the simple gesture making you warm in the cool room. You leaned into her touch, humming in a silent hello. You let your eyes flutter shut once again as she began tracing your features, letting her continue on. It might as well have been a full body massage with the way that your shoulders untensed, your entire body relaxing with the one movement. “Hi.” You added after a moment. 

“Mommy’s so proud of you, sweetheart.” Wanda whispered softly, her words no louder than the soft hum of the overhead fan. You couldn’t help but smile, knowing she too had a grin on her face based on how satisfied her words sounded. Her hand never stopped, going between tracing your face and carding through your hair. You were sure it was one of her favorite activities, given how often she did it. You wouldn’t complain though. Couldn’t complain. 

“Doin’ such a big girl thing today. You oughta be proud of yourself too, sweet pea.” Her words reflected how proud she truly was, her smile shining through. It made you squirm. She had said she was proud of you before, too many times to count, but something about this moment. Something about the way she so delicately touched you, like you were a blossoming flower, too fragile to be picked just yet, but still needing encouragement. The way her voice reflected what she felt, you knew because she would never lie to you. Not about something like this. 

“Mommy.” You were aware of how you whined the word, though you didn’t really care. She knew what praise did to you. And yet, here she was, saying how proud she was of you without a doubt in her mind. You brought your right hand up to hold her arm, opening your eyes to stare up at her with wide eyes. She was ethereal, truly.

“Yes, sweetheart?” The woman drawled, pausing her ministrations as she watched you intently. It made you squirm, the apples of your cheeks bright red. You hated how vulnerable you felt all of a sudden, turning your head to the side as you tried to muster your thoughts. You could feel how your chin trembled, fresh tears springing to your eyes. You swiped at them before Wanda could even see them, inhaling sharply. 

“I don’ think so.” You shook your head, sniffling quietly. Wanda could see how upset you had gotten despite your lousy attempt to hide, moving to cup your cheeks. She ran her thumbs under your eyes, concern written across her features. 

“You don’t think so? Why’s that, hun?” Her voice was soft, the same as the kisses she pressed against your cheeks. You grabbed her wrists, squeezing them in an attempt to push your tears away. Whining softly, you shook your head again, closing your eyes tightly before looking up at the woman. 

“Don’ know.” You shrugged, lowering your gaze to stare hazily at her wrists. Wanda paused with a hum, giving you time to collect yourself. She never once stopped rubbing at your cheeks, though, sporadic kisses being placed all around your face. 

“Well, you don’t have to worry that pretty little head about it, you hear me? Because you did all that by yourself and I couldn’t be happier.” Wanda let her thumbs swipe over your eyes once more before they moved, allowing her the room to be able to press a kiss to both of your eyelids. The moment was beyond intimate, a new sensitivity of pure love filling the room. When you were sure you weren’t going to cry, you opened your eyes, sucking in a deep breath. There were no words to describe how tender the woman was, watching you with the most sincere gaze. Rather than shifting in uncertainty, you continued to squeeze at her wrists, biting your lip.

“I’m so proud of you, darlin’.” Wanda whispered softly, the honey sweet stickiness of her accent weighing the words down to a richness that sounded like the low hum of the sun beating down on the hottest day of the summer. 

She pulled your lip out of your teeth for the second time that night, though her own was caught between her teeth in that specific, bold smile of hers. You briefly thought of the fact that it was unfair, she was so worried about your lip that she paid no attention to her own. Or maybe she did know, and was doing it on purpose. Either way, you shrugged, keeping your eyes on hers in a poor attempt to not look down her top. “Don’ be, all I did was talk abo-”

“Ah ah, mommy knows best, doll. I knew my little love could do it.” She cut you off before you could even finish, shaking her head. 

The woman paused, shifting herself so she was lying next to you on her side, her head held up by her right hand. Her lips pursed as her eyes squinted. She was thinking about something. Thinking hard about something. You were almost scared to ask, the look of concentration on her face so deep. Instead, you waited, inhaling fully before keeping the air in your lungs, waiting for her to say something. She opened her mouth just slightly, as if to say something before stopping herself. Her lips pursed once again as she leaned towards you, a look of determination replacing her thinking face. 

“I wanna see you.” Wanda spoke softly but firmly, her lips set into a thin line as she towered over you. The words made you shiver, suddenly cold in the otherwise warm room. You didn’t know what to say, the huge breath of air suddenly dissipating from your lungs with a gasp. Your mouth opened and closed, something akin to a fish out of water, your mouth suddenly dry. 

“Let mommy see you, darlin’.” Wanda cleared her throat before speaking again, her tone more serious and stern. She waited all of one second for you to respond before she took matters into her own hands. Quite literally, as she dragged her left hand down your shoulder, the tips of her fingers just barely ghosting over the silk covering your breast, fiddling with the top button. All you could do was stare up at her, your hand dropping onto the bed next to you. 

“Tell Mommy no and I won't, baby.” The woman breathed haughty, her breath warm where it hit your exposed neck. All you could do was nod, somehow stuck against the bed in anticipation. You knew better than to do it yourself, let alone force her hand to do it without permission. So, you laid there, nodding until your neck began to hurt, and even then some. Your nerves already felt frazzled, and she had barely touched you. 

“Good girl.” Wanda mumbled, leaning down to press a kiss against your lips, not before hovering for just a moment, encouraging you to meet her halfway. Her lips were as smooth as always, the taste of vanilla lingering heavily on them, a result of her favorite chapstick, you knew. It was a short kiss, straight and to the point, before she pulled away. 

Wanda shifted so she was straddling you, her right hand coming to support herself near her head, left hand still playing with your top button. You watched as she sat back on your hips, the negligee she was wearing rising to show her thighs. You had to do everything to resist the urge to reach out to grab her, instead fisting the comforter between your thumbs and pointer fingers. 

Wanda said nothing as she undid the first button, though a small smirk spread across her face. It was clear she was happy with how well you obeyed her. Without having to be told at that. The first button popped open easy enough, a practiced movement from the older. She worked her way down the shirt, watching as your breathing sped up the more the garment opened. 

“Slow down, baby,” Wanda laughed, pausing on the second to last button, pressing her left hand down onto your chest, “We’re in no rush, pumpkin.” The way her voice raised with her laugh coupled with the hand on your chest was more than enough to force a breath through your lungs, your breathing erratic. She waited until it evened out, the sound of her laughter still echoing through your brain. 

As soon as she was satisfied, she started unbuttoning the satin once again, leaving the fabric where it was on you rather than pulling it open. Your stomach rose and fell with your chest, the sudden coolness of the air hitting your skin sending goosebumps along your skin, your nipples pebbling against the smooth sleep shirt.

Wanda traced her left hand up your stomach and to your sternum, tracing the small strip of exposed skin. She used both of her hands to push the fabric off your shoulders. As soon as your upper half was no longer covered, the woman cooed softly, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. “There’s my pretty girl.” 

Her eyes roamed up and down your chest, stopping more than once on your breasts, before coming back up to your eyes. The very tips of her fingers smoothed down the skin of your shoulders, her hands cupping the curves of your body until her thumbs could spread out beneath your breasts, pushing them up just slightly. 

“Oh, mommy.” You just barely gasped, expanding your breathing enough to push up into her hold. You knew how desperate you already looked, arching into her touch would just make it worse. As if she didn’t have enough material to tease you already. She leaned closer, how that was even possible, you didn’t know, her lips ghosting over yours. It blocked your view of what she was doing, forcing eye contact. 

A smirk spread across her lips, her eyebrow raising. “I think I remember telling you to use your big girl words, did I not?” Her tone, while still light, became stricter. You could feel her thumbs moving, moving away from your skin, but still close enough to know they were there. 

“Please.” You couldn’t help but whimper. You wanted nothing other than to bang your feet against the bed, upset at the mere thought of being teased. It was one of Wanda’s favorite things to do but maybe, just maybe, she would take pity on you and give you what you want. If it took desperation, well, you would give her what she wanted. No questions asked. The air around your nipples swirled, no doubt caused by the way Wanda was moving her thumbs in circles. You attempted to arch your back just enough to get her to touch you, though her thumbs pulled away at the same time. 

“My baby’s just too dumb to think for herself, huh?” Wanda cooed in faux pity, her smirk turning to a frown. Had she not been taking pity, she would’ve laughed at how easily you fell into her trap. At just how badly you needed her. While her pity was over exaggerated and definitely meant to make you squirm, there was some truth to it. She knew how long of a day you had had and wanted nothing more than to take care of you, not without a little fun first, though. 

“Mommy, please.” You internally grimaced at just how needy you sounded, though you found it hard to really care all that much. You knew that asking her to touch you would result in her telling you that she was in fact touching you, just not where you wanted her to. And that would just make you more frustrated, and had her goal been to edge you, you would’ve been fucked. But that wasn’t what she had planned, and instead pulled away from you, leaving her thumbs to hover just above you.  

“Such good manners. I think my little girl deserves a reward, hmm. What do you think, sunshine?” The woman didn’t let you answer, pressing the pads of her thumbs down onto your nipples. Your reaction was instantaneous, thrusting your chest into her hands with a moan. Your head tilted back, the feeling of her thumbs alone had you seeing stars already. 

All it took was a few minutes after she had laid down for you to get worked up, a new giddiness filling you. There was something else you wanted inside you though, and you’d be damned after the day you had for it to be denied. Wanda drew small circles, rounding the rosy buds as she continued to watch you. 

“I’m gonna take that as a yes.” She chuckled, her voice getting lower and lustier with every word she said. The woman pressed her nose against yours, bringing your head back to rest normally against the pillow without moving her hands away. “Gimme some sugar, suga’.” Her words were sensible against your lips, hardly a second between you pursing your lips and her kissing them. 

The kiss was passionate, as sensible as her words. It wasn’t needy, anything but that. Her hands moved as you lips smacked, the angle of both her grip and her head changing simultaneously. Her head tilted to the side, tongue swiping against your bottom lip. You gave her access without a second thought, far too focused on how her fingers gently pinched at your nipples, rolling them between her fingers. You moaned into her mouth, something that sounded oddly similar to the word mommy. You gripped the bedspread, never once breaking the kiss as you began to rub your thighs together. 

She kissed you until you were begging for air, your upper body thrashing just slightly against hers, gasping as soon as she pulled back. Wet kisses were trailed down your throat and chest. The hand on your right disappeared, replaced by a wet warmth only seconds later. She didn’t linger though, licking around the bud, much like her thumbs had circled earlier, before pulling away and doing the same to the left, before pulling back alltogether, sitting back on your hips. 

“My my, look at you, sweetheart.” Wanda exasperated, as if she was the one being played with. She greedily watched your chest rise and fall, not glancing up at you once. Not until she pushed herself off of your body, however, lying on her side once again. 

Her right hand grasped your left, dragging it up near her head to press a kiss against it before pressing it on the bed to hold herself up while also restraining it and giving you the small amount of contact you craved. Her other hand rested on your stomach, pressing down on it just slightly as resistance to your breathing. 

“All worked up already. You need mommy to help you, huh?” And all you could do was nod once again, gripping her hand until you were sure there would be nail marks. Wanda’s hand traveled down your body, slipping under the elastic waistband of your shorts with no obstructions. Her hand rotated halfway past the band, the tips of her fingers running down the smooth expanse of your mound. 

“Oh, darlin’.” She whispered as her fingers ran through your folds. It would be an understatement to say they were wet. Drenched was more like it. “Is this all for me?” You moaned at the raspiness of her voice, your legs dropping open even more. You attempted to shimmy, whether it was an attempt at opening your legs wider or getting her fingers inside of you, you were unsure of. Wanda allowed the movement, though, using her knee to pin yours to the bed. 

“I’m flattered, baby, really.” The words were followed by two fingers being pushed into you. Your pelvis thrust upwards, following her fingers guide. 

“Oh, Mommy!” You gasped, unable to see what she was doing. The thrill made you wetter, not knowing or even being able to see what she was going to do. She slowly pulled in and out of you, quite literally dragging time out. 

Her pace never quickened, nor did it slow, instead remaining the same as she lazily fucked you. The sensation alone had you moaning, squeezing your eyes closed. It was nothing but heaven. Floating on cloud 9 like you had many times before. Yet, this time was different, a new high filling your body as if your earlier one from the reading hadn’t subsided. You weren’t complaining though. And it wasn’t like you could as the woman pressed her lips against yours once again. Wanda’s tongue moved in your mouth much like her fingers did; slow and steady, not in any rush. 

What felt like only seconds after she began thrusting into you, the opening notes of Womanizer blasted from the speaker of Wanda’s phone, the noise shocking you. It had you jumping, a squeal pulled from your throat as Wanda thrust up at the same time. The woman didn’t stop, though, continued to push her fingers in and out of you as the phone continued to ring. She pulled her head away from you, your lips parting with a pop, her movements stopped for only a second as she reached over to grab her phone with the opposite hand. 

She answered it, putting it on speaker before setting the device on your chest, gesturing at you to be silent. “Hello?” The rich, feminine voice was just barely louder than the sound of Wanda’s fingers in you. 

“Well, howdy there, stranger.” Wanda hollered into the phone, a new smile crossing her lips.