Page 10 of Mommy Calls Me Princess (Mommies and Littles #1)

Chapter Eight

Vivienne

Had I lost my mind?

Or had I finally allowed my heart to make decisions for me?

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’s probably 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.

Nipping and sucking on her overly sensitive nipples, Darcy moaned and wove her fingers through my hair. My long, dark, nearly jet-black hair a direct contrast to her light. Our own version of ying-yang.

Zen.

I found my Zen in this perfect girl. The calm she’d brought me was beyond words.

My sweet girl giggled and fidgeted as my lips met her torso. Her laughter was music to my ears though I didn’t want to push it too far. Another time I’d play tickle monster.

Darcy kept herself neatly trimmed, only a light dusting of hair remained. Would she trust me enough to take that process on. Such an intimate act between lovers. I drew in her scent and wiggled her clit with my tongue.

“Mommy,” she gasped.

The desire to taste my girl and give her the special tickles she desired overwhelmed me.

Drawing my tongue along her taint and between her folds and easily slid inside with how wet she was.

Fucking hell, never had I enjoyed going down on a woman as much as I did Darcy.

But I knew it wasn’t the act itself as much as it was the woman I performed it upon.

She writhed and moaned then gasped when I pinched her nipples, rolling them between my thumb and forefinger as I orally pleasured her. Pressing two fingers inside her, I nibbled her clit as I fingered her.

“Baby girl.” With my tongue fucking her mouth while my fingers filled her, I brought her to climax. “So beautiful.”

She drew back and gasped, “Mommy,” as she came. It was the most wonderful version of the word I’d ever heard as I watched my girl come apart. Her facial expression as she let go was committed to memory. Not a care in the world, nothing but pleasure reflected in it.

“You’re beautiful when you come,” she blushed. “I love you, Princess.”

“I love you too, Mommy. My turn,” she announced and in a surprise move pushed me over and straddled my hips. “You think I’m beautiful when it’s really you who is.”

Her words touched me deeper than she realized.

Her mouth made love to mine as she fondled my breasts, kneading and pinching the nipples as I had done to hers. My pain level was higher, but the intimacy of the moment already had me on edge. Darcy gave me everything I desired. Scenes were no longer a part of my vocabulary nor were they missed.

I’m sure it had everything to do with the person performing the act than it had to do with the act itself, but as soon as she fondled my clit I nearly came.

“Baby girl,” her tongue slid inside me, and I firmly gripped her hair.

Harder than I intended but Goddess, that magical tongue.

It appeared my Princess had a naughty side, and she knew what the hell she was doing.

Given that thought, I held her in place and rode her face as she brought me to orgasm faster than I had in years.

Darcy giggled, and I opened an eye. “What’s so funny?”

“I made Mommy come!” the little imp sang.

“Get up here. Someone’s pushing for a spanking.”

“Mmm, maybe.”

“I’ve created a monster.” She giggled some more and rolled over beside me. I pressed my lips to hers, the taste of both of us a heady mixture. “Let me get us some water.” I hopped up and grabbed a bottle from the mini fridge and took a swig then gave it to Darcy.

“Oops, Mommy.” The naughty girl somehow missed her mouth, and water ran down her front. “I’m messy."

It took two more orgasms before my naughty girl was sated enough to fall asleep.

She was either gonna be the death of me or breathe new life into this body of mine.

“Oh Mommy, look how pretty these are.”

We’d spent the day shopping for outfits for our wedding on Saturday. Nothing fancy, but comfortable and found two adorable summery dresses in a boutique shop along the boardwalk.

“What did you find, Princess?”

“Look at these pretty rings. They’d be perfect for our matchy-matchy wedding ones.”

Non-traditional in the way that it wasn’t a solid band and diamond solitaire. “Let’s step inside and try them on.”

“Good afternoon, ladies. What brings you in today?” An older gentleman greeted us as we stepped inside.

“Good afternoon. My fiancé and I were admiring a couple of rings in the window display. Could you tell us about them.”

“Absolutely, which ones?” Darcy pointed them out.

He unlocked the cabinet and brought them over to the counter.

“These are two of my favorite rings, made them myself.” He removed them from the holder and handed them to us.

I knew mine wouldn’t fit, having larger hands than the average woman, but Darcy’s slid right on.

“We can size that for you, would only take a couple of days.”

“We’re leaving tomorrow. Our wedding is Saturday.” I hated the idea of disappointing Darcy when she was clearly in love with them. “What stones are these?”

“This is called an infinity design. No beginning, and no end.” It was a constant loop around the bands like a figure eight. “Between each loop is a sapphire.”

“Oohhh, that’s my birthstone.”

“All the more reason for us to have them, my love.”

“Tell you what, I’ve got some time this afternoon. If you’d really like this set I could size them for you today. Would that work, ladies?”

Darcy turned those gorgeous pleading eyes on me. “Are you sure these are the ones you want, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Ma…err Vivienne.” I nearly laughed at her faux pax. I didn’t care who heard her call me Mommy but having preached the know your audience to her I understood her reluctance to use it in this case.

“Then so it shall be. Thank you for your offer, we’ll take you up on it. While we’re at it, do you have a sapphire engagement ring that would pair up well with her band.” The man smiled while Darcy nearly danced in place. “Preferably in a princess cut.”

“I believe I do.”

What a wonderful memory to have found our rings and dresses on the trip where I proposed. A time neither of us would ever forget.

My sweet fiancé and I chose an exquisite one carat princess cut sapphire ring to go along with her band. I wasn’t one for jewelry so the band that matched hers worked well for me. Oddly enough, both of Darcy’s rings were the right size so only mine had to be altered.

“Why don’t you ladies come back in say, two hours and I’ll have your ring sized and cleaned and ready to go.”

“We can’t thank you enough for the rush job. You’ve made our perfect day even better.” I’d be sure to leave a glowing review on his website. I paid for the rings and my giddy girl skipped alongside me as we were exiting the store.

“Oh mommy, they’re so perfect. I can’t wait to say I do.”

I took her hand as we strolled along, window shopping on our way to eat. “You have a great eye, and I love that they’re non-traditional, just like us.”

“Just like us. I like that, Mommy. We’re special.”

“More than you know.” She got the joke and laughed. “Let’s pop in here for a bite to eat.”

I’d made reservations at the Bellagio for Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights for a shared two-bedroom suite with a sofa bed for us, Jack and Vale, and Sarah. Our dual wedding appointment at the Little White Chapel in Vegas was set for two on Saturday afternoon.

Cheesy and cliché? Quite possibly but given neither Darcy nor Vale had been to Vegas, Jack and I decided to pull out all the stops and make it a trip of a lifetime for them.

Plus, wasn’t Vegas all about being silly and forgetting all the stresses of life for a while?