Chapter 20

Amelia was torn,oscillating between overwhelming desire, and all-consuming fear. She wanted the touch of Mandi's tongue, wanted it so much that she could barely think straight (although thinking straight wasn't something she'd done since she'd come out at the ripe old age of nine), but she knew that she needed to explain about her sexuality. About her demisexuality.

"Babygirl," she said, and Mandi clumsily clambered back up to curl up in her arms. "I know I explained before that I'm demi, but I just wanted you to know what that means for me; because it's different for everyone."

"That makes sense," said Mandi, and kissed her so unabashedly that Amelia wanted to melt into her Little girl's arms and never let go.

"For me, it means I don't usually feel much sexual attraction, and never for strangers. I need a connection with someone to feel attracted to them. I can enjoy sex without sexual attraction, but then it's more the actions that are getting me off than the person I'm with, if that makes sense."

Mandi nodded slowly.

"What I'm saying is that me being wet like this…" Damn this felt vulnerable; she found herself wanting to duck her head, the way that she'd seen shy Littles, and the shy Little presently in her arms, do. "Well, it's because we have a connection. And that's not a small thing for me. It means something. I'm not saying we have to label things or decide what that means for us, right now, or even this week, I'm just saying that I care deeply for you, and that's why you affect me like this."

There was a prolonged pause, and Amelia found herself wanting to bury her face under the covers, to hide away from whatever Mandi's response would be.

Instead, she felt soft lips press against her cheek in a kiss.

"I think," said Mandi, "I feel that connection too. Deeply. And it means something to me as well. Maybe tomorrow, once I've done my counseling session, we can sit down and have a chat about what we think this connection means?"

The relief that washed over Amelia was all-encompassing. "Yes, I'd really like that."

"Now," said Mandi, a wicked smile creeping across her features, "if it's okay, I'd like to go back to touching your pussy, Mommy."

Amelia had to bite back a moan. "I suppose… I suppose that would be okay."

"You suppose?" Mandi's smile was teasing. "Only suppose?"

"Oh, you cheeky little thing; go on, touch me like a good girl."

One second Mandi was in her arms, and the next she was scrambling down the bed so that she could sit between Amelia's legs. There was nothing smooth or sophisticated about her enthusiasm, and that only made Amelia want her more. Her complete lack of self-consciousness, the wholeheartedness of her attention, it was utterly enchanting.

She began to laugh as Mandi furrowed her brow and focused in on her pussy. It was like being inspected by the most adorable thing ever.

But then when Mandi ran gentle fingers up the insides of Amelia's thighs, she let out a sigh and allowed herself to relax into the sensations.

Fingers were followed by lips, and the tiniest kisses peppered her legs, all leading up to where her clit waited, almost trembling in anticipation. She couldn't think. Couldn't do anything but wait, angling her hips up in the hope that Mandi would kiss her sooner.

Mandi's left hand reached out for Amelia's and once they connected, gave her Mommy's hand a squeeze. "I got you, Mommy," she said right before she dipped her head lower and licked.

Her tongue was soft and warm and knew exactly where to focus its attentions. Flicking over Amelia's clit, and then circling round, and then in one glorious movement, Mandi sucked the plump clit into her mouth and Amelia thought she was going to come apart right there.

She looked down at where Mandi's red hair fanned out across her belly and moaned. The sight took her breath. It was so beautiful, the reddish gold strands a vivid contrast against her skin. She reached down and stroked the fiery strands that covered her body, running the silken tresses through her fingers.

I love you, she felt herself thinking, immediately strangling the thought so it couldn't be vocalized. But it didn't do any good because she did. She knew it in her very soul. She knew that all she wanted was to worship this girl and be worshipped in return.

Mandi lifted her head, gray eyes peeking up from between Amelia's legs. "How'd you feel about fingers?" she asked.

"In general?" asked Amelia, teasingly and then gasped as Mandi sucked on her clit and then flicked it back and forth with her tongue intensely. "Fine, fine, I would very much like to feel your fingers in me, princess."

"That's better, Mommy," said Mandi, a mischievous glint in those beautiful gray eyes. "You've got to use your words."

"Why, you little—" but whatever it was Amelia had been about to say was cut off as Mandi slid one—no, two—fingers inside her. Amelia screwed her eyes shut and just breathed, trying her hardest not to come on the spot.

She was always very good at making herself orgasm, efficient, one might say, but it was nothing compared to her princess between her legs, fully focused on bringing her pleasure.

Amelia didn't want to rush it, wanted to let everything build so that she could shatter. It had been way too long since she'd been able to draw on a connection like this during sex, and she didn't want to waste a moment.

Mandi's fingers moved inside her, curling forwards, brushing up against her g-spot and Amelia swore then, her sight whiting out momentarily as she orgasmed with a power she'd never experienced before. Her pussy clutched at Mandi's fingers, the pressure about her clit so intense that Amelia threw her head back and shouted out her pleasure to the ceiling.

She was too sensitive after that for more, tapping out on Mandi's shoulder until her girl, mouth glistening with Amelia's pleasure, lifted off her pussy and smiled up at her.

"Are you okay, Mommy?" Mandi asked.

Was she okay? Amelia wasn't sure. She felt wrung out.

"Yes, babygirl," she said. "Come here."

And even though she'd had every intention of wringing pleasure from Mandi until her girl couldn't come anymore, they fell asleep in each other's arms almost instantly.