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“Oh, fuck, right there...”
Dana works harder at the knot in your shoulder, digging her thumbs in just right. You groan again, your face buried in the pillow as you lie face down on your bed. You’ve been stripped of everything, hair still damp from your shower. Dana is insistent on getting you to fully relax tonight— it had been an awful shift today.
You’d lost a young girl to severe anaphylaxis, having done quite literally everything in your power to save her. You’d texted Dana with two hours left of your shift, asking her to run to the store for comfort food since she’d had the day off today.
She’d gone the extra mile, of course, worry etched into her features the moment you’d dragged yourself through the front door. She’d led you to the shower, washed the grime of the shift away from you and— with the softest look in her eyes— told you to relax and let her care for you tonight.
You’d wanted to be good tonight, to relax, but the weight of her against your thighs, the feeling of her naked flesh against your own, was almost too much.
Your body involuntarily twitches as she brushes a sensitive spot on your neck, pressing your face into the pillow to suppress a whimper.
“What’s wrong, baby?” She asks softly, gathering your hair to pull it away from your neck so she can lean down and brush her lips against the bared skin.
“Nothing-” Your reply ends in another choked sound as your body twitches again at the feeling of her hips pressing forward into the swell of your ass.
“Doesn’t sound like nothing, sweetheart.” She murmurs— her smirk evident in both her voice and the brush of her lips. “Tell mommy what you need.”
The word alone unravels something in you. You turn your face just enough to breathe properly, cheek pressed to the pillow, fingers curling into the sheets.
"Dana-"
"Mm?" She doesn't stop. Her hands slide from your shoulders, tracing the line of your spine with deliberate slowness, like she has all the time in the world. She knows she does.
"You're not- this isn't relaxing."
A soft laugh, low and warm, vibrates against your shoulder blade where she presses a kiss. "No?"
"No."
"And yet-" Her palms spread wide across your lower back, thumbs drawing small circles into the dimples there. "You're not asking me to stop."
She’s got you there— your grip on the sheets tightens.
She leans down fully, her chest warm against your back, her lips finding the shell of your ear. Her voice drops to something darker, dripping with lust and want.
"You carry so much, baby. Always taking care of me, being my good girl." Her fingers brush your hair back from your face, gentle now, achingly so. "Let mommy take care of you tonight." She pauses, her lips grazing your temple. "Can you do that for me, baby? Just let go?"
The tenderness in it breaks something loose in your chest. The grief of the shift, the weight you'd walked in carrying, begins to soften at the edges.
You exhale slowly and turn over beneath her. Your eyes focus on her face, her blonde hair falling from behind her ears, her hazel eyes sharp and focused solely on you.
Your hands slide up her outer thighs, where she’s straddled on you, your fingers squeezing a handful softly. “Yes, mommy.” Your voice is soft and yielding, dripping with that syrupy submission.
You watch the shift in her— her eyes grow darker as her pupils widen, lids drooping into that domineering stare that makes your insides turn to liquid, her body language shifting so it feels like she’s looming over you instead of just sitting on you.
Her hands find your face, cradling your jaw in both palms, thumbs stroking along your cheekbones with a gentleness that stands in sharp contrast to the hunger in her eyes.
"Good girl." She purrs, and the praise lands somewhere soft and deep in your chest.
She takes her time. That's the thing about Dana— she always takes her time when it matters. She leans down slowly, letting you feel the full weight of her intention before her lips finally find yours. The kiss is unhurried, deep, one hand sliding back into your still-damp hair. You feel the tension you'd been holding in your jaw begin to dissolve beneath her mouth.
She hums as she feels you relax under her, pulling away just enough to speak. “Where ya at tonight, pretty girl?”
“Seven.” You murmur. You came up with this months ago– essentially a pain scale, but emotional. It helped establish just how far you’d want to get out of your head in the moment— how distracted you needed to be.
She hums her response again, kissing you once before sitting up again. “Hands on the headboard. Don’t move them.” She climbs off you as you obey, pulling open the drawer next to her side of the bed. She digs around for a few moments before pulling out one of your many silicone vibrators. You know she’s arching her back on purpose, your eyes landing on the curve of her ass and traveling down to the space between her thighs.
Setting it down next to you on the bed, she taps your thighs, signaling you to part them for her. You’re already slick, your body responding readily to her. Her hands trail up your thighs, pushing them a little wider.
“Look at you.” She breathes, more to herself, her gaze zeroed in on your pussy.
You no longer feel bashful around her, letting her drink in the sight of you, your muscles clenching around nothing. She loves seeing you so wrecked, a soft groan leaving her before she’s leaning down, flattening her tongue to run it up your slit.
The heat of her tongue is a sharp, grounding contrast to the cold numbness that had been slowly curling around the outer edges of your consciousness. Every lap, every deliberate press of her mouth against you chips away at the image of that hospital room, trading sterile white lights with the warm, amber glow of your bedroom. You let out a shaky breath, your fingers tightening against the headboard, your body arching to meet every one of her teasing touches.
“I’ve got you, baby.” Dana whispers against your skin, her breath hot and damp. “Nothing matters but this.”
She blindly searches for the vibrator, unwilling to pull herself from the space between your legs. She turns it on, letting the sound warn you before she trails it up the inside of your thigh, the low vibrations somehow radiating directly to your clit. She keeps it there— teasing you even as she continues running her tongue between your slit, collecting the arousal that has begun to drip from you. You’re starting to drift into that weightless headspace, your earlier ‘seven’ starting to feel like a ‘five’ as your thoughts turn into nothing but static and the feeling of her tongue.
You let out a choked gasp as she pulls her mouth away, replacing it with the vibrator.
“That’s it, that’s my good girl.” She coos lowly, her free hand spreading your labia a little more. “Does that feel good?”
You whimper softly, your thighs shaking from the intensity of the vibrations, even with the toy set on low. “Yes, mommy.” Your words are almost unintelligible, already lost in the sensation.
Dana tuts softly, pressing her lips to your inner thigh as she grins, pressing the vibrator a little harder against your clit. “Already so worked up, huh? Jesus, you look so good right now.” Her eyes flicker back and forth between your cunt and face, her gaze sharp and hungry.
Your body is her instrument– she knows you far too well. You’re already on the edge– the expert use of her tongue combined with the vibrations has your hips lifting off the bed as you chase your release. You open your mouth to ask, but she’s already there with the answer.
“Whenever you want, baby. I’ve got you.” She turns it up another speed, pulling a wrecked sound from you.
Your orgasm is low and slow, burning out from your clit as you choke on a cry. Your body tenses as you crash over the edge, fingers wrapping harder around the metal poles of the headboard. Dana pulls the vibrator away from your clit, replacing it with her tongue as your hips roll, drawing out your orgasm with her warm and wet mouth. Your hands have somehow ended up tangled in her hair, pressing her closer as you writhe through it.
You finally still, heart beating wildly in your chest as Dana’s hands smooth up and down your thighs. You pull your fingers from her hair, smoothing through the silky threads, giggling shortly as her lips press just above your mound. “Thank you.” You breathe, your eyes cracking open to look down at her.
“Oh, I’m not done with you, sweetheart.” That cocky and self-assured grin you love so much tips her lips, and your heart somehow hammers faster.
“What?” You croak, lifting your head and letting it drop again.
Her grin turns more feral as she sits up, tossing the messy vibrator to the bedside table. “You moved your hands.” She says matter-of-factly. “Told you not to. Something has to be done about that.”
You groan playfully, letting your head roll back against the pillow. “Dana.” You draw out her name in a whine, though you’re already grinning. The clouds that had been hanging over you seemed to dissipate completely, leaving you relaxed and aching for more.
You jolt as she climbs up your body, taking you into a messy kiss. You can taste yourself on her tongue, and it sends your body buzzing again, your moan mingling with hers.
She shifts her leg between yours, pressing her thigh down hard against your sensitive clit, jolting you again.
"Fuck." You gasp against her mouth, your hips jerking involuntarily at the pressure. Everything is still so sensitive, every nerve ending lit up and raw from your first orgasm.
"Language." Dana chides, though her voice is thick with amusement. She grinds her thigh against you deliberately, watching your face contort with pleasure. "What do we say?"
"Sorry, mommy." The words tumble out breathlessly, and you watch her smile in mute satisfaction.
"That's better." She murmurs, her hands sliding up your sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts. "Now, about those hands..."
Before you can respond, she's reaching up to grab both your wrists, directing them to the headboard with one hand. The position arches your back, pressing your chest up toward her— you exaggerate the arch just a little, offering yourself.
"Keep them there this time." Her voice drops lower, authoritative. "Or I stop. Understand?"
You nod quickly, fingers already curling around the frame above your head again, determined to obey this time.
"Use your words, baby."
"Yes, mommy. I understand."
"Good girl." The praise sends warmth flooding through you, and she rewards you by rolling her hips, grinding her thigh against your oversensitive clit in slow, deliberate circles. She releases her grip on your wrists, planting her hand beside your head. You can feel her responding wetness against your own thigh, the knowledge of what you do to her making you squirm even more.
The sensations are almost too much– you're still coming down from your first orgasm, and every touch feels electric, sending sparks through you. Your body doesn't know whether to chase the pleasure or pull away from it, leaving you trembling beneath her.
Dana's free hand maps your body with purpose– tracing your collarbone, palming your breast, thumb circling your nipple until it peaks under her attention. She takes her time, observing your every breath and twitch.
"You're so beautiful like this." She says softly, her eyes roaming over you with something that looks like reverence mixed with hunger. "All spread out for me, trying so hard to be good."
"I am good." You manage, though your voice wavers enough to break through your pout.
"You are." She agrees, leaning down to capture your nipple between her lips, her tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. "You're my very good girl."
The combination of her mouth on your breast and her thigh grinding against your clit has you gasping, your hips starting to move on their own, seeking more friction. Your hands flex above your head, desperate to touch her, to pull her closer, but you force them to stay put.
"Oh, there you go, baby. Take what you need." Dana encourages, releasing your nipple with a soft pop before moving to the other one. "Ride my thigh. Show mommy how much you need it."
You whimper at her words, your hips rolling more insistently now, chasing the building pressure. It's different from the first orgasm– this one somehow builds faster, sharper, your body already primed and sensitive.
Her hand slides down your body, fingers trailing over your stomach, making your muscles jump and contract.
"Where are you now?" She asks, her voice gentle even as her thigh presses harder against you.
"Three." You gasp out, maybe even a two. Your mind is blissfully empty except for the sensation of her– her weight, her warmth, her presence surrounding you completely. The hospital, the grief, the girl you couldn't save– it all feels distant now, like it was days instead of hours ago.
"Perfect." Dana’s voice thrums against your breast, her hand sliding lower, fingers ghosting over where you're grinding against her thigh. "You're doing so well, sweetheart. Can you feel how wet you are? Soaking my thigh."
The filthy observation makes you moan, heat flooding your cheeks even as your hips buck harder. She's right– you can feel how slick you are, how easily you're sliding against her skin. It’s obscene and dirty, yet you can’t stop yourself from moaning and pressing harder against her.
"I want you to come for me again." Dana says, her voice taking on that commanding edge that makes your stomach flip. "I want you to come on my thigh like the needy little thing you are. Can you do that for mommy?"
"Yes," you gasp, your whole body tensing as the pressure builds. "Yes, mommy, I can-"
"Then do it." She leans down, her lips brushing your temple. "That’s it, baby. Let go."
Her hand presses between your bodies, fingers finding your clit and circling it in tight, precise movements that have you seeing stars. The dual sensation of her fingers on your clit and her thigh pressing them harder against you is overwhelming.
"Dana-" Her name comes out as a broken cry, your hands fisting so hard above your head that your knuckles turn white. "I'm- I'm-"
"I know, baby. I've got you." Her voice is steady, grounding, even as she works you higher. "Let it happen. Give it to me."
Your second orgasm crashes over you harder than the first, stealing the breath from your lungs. Your body arches off the bed, every muscle pulled taut as pleasure rolls through you in waves. Dana's fingers don't stop, drawing it out until you're shaking, until you're not sure where one wave ends and the next begins.
"That's it, that's my girl." Dana's voice filters through the haze, proud and warm. "So beautiful when you come for me."
When the waves finally subside, you're gasping, boneless, your body twitching with aftershocks. You expect her to give you a moment to recover, but instead, she's sliding down your body, her intentions clear.
"Dana, wait-" You start, but she's already settling between your thighs, spreading them wide.
"Shh, baby. Mommy's not done with you yet." Her breath ghosts over your oversensitive flesh, making you whimper. "You can take one more for me, can't you?"
"I don't- I don't know if I can-" Your voice is shaky, uncertain. Everything feels too sensitive, too raw.
"You can." She says with absolute certainty, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh. "And you will. Because you're my good girl, and good girls take what mommy gives them."
Before you can respond, her tongue is on you, lapping at your entrance where you're dripping wet. The sensation is intense, almost painful in its pleasure, and you cry out, your hips trying to jerk away from her mouth.
But Dana's hands are firm on your thighs, holding you in place as she works you over with her tongue. She's relentless, alternating between broad strokes of her tongue and focused attention on your clit, reading every twitch and gasp to know exactly what you need.
"Too much," You whimper, your hands still obediently above your head even though every instinct is screaming at you to push her away. "Mommy, it's too much-"
"I know what you can take." She murmurs against you, the vibration of her voice sending shockwaves through you. "You're doing so well, baby. Just a little more."
She seals her lips around your clit and sucks, and you nearly scream, your back arching off the bed. The pleasure is so intense it borders on pain, your body not sure whether to chase it or retreat from it.
Then her fingers are there, teasing at your entrance, and you know what's coming.
"Please-" You're not sure if you're begging her to stop or to continue, your mind too hazy to form coherent thoughts.
"Please what, baby?" She asks, pulling back just enough to speak, her fingers still circling your entrance teasingly.
"I- I don't-" You can't finish the sentence, can't articulate what you need.
"That's okay." She soothes, pressing a kiss to your thigh. "You don't have to think. Just feel."
And then she's pushing two fingers inside you, and the stretch is perfect, filling you in a way that makes your eyes roll back. She doesn't give you time to adjust, immediately curling her fingers to find that spot inside you that makes you clench and flutter and melt.
"Oh god-" You choke out, your whole body tensing.
"Not god, baby." She corrects with a wicked grin you can hear in her gravelly voice. "Mommy."
She sets a steady rhythm, her fingers pumping in and out of you while her mouth returns to your clit. The dual sensation is overwhelming, pleasure building impossibly fast despite how sensitive you are. Or maybe because of how sensitive you are.
"I can't- mommy, I can't-" You're babbling now, words spilling out without conscious thought.
"Yes, you can." She insists, her fingers moving faster, harder, twisting and scissoring inside of you with each thrust. "You're going to come for me again, baby. I can feel how close you are."
She's right— you can feel it building, that familiar tension coiling tight in your belly. But it feels different this time, more intense, almost frightening in its magnitude.
"Mommy-" It comes out as a sob, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming sensation.
"Let go, baby. I've got you." Her voice is steady, anchoring you even as she pushes you higher. "Don’t fight it."
You don’t feel that edge this time, that moment before the crash– there’s no coiling tension, no warning. One moment you’re trembling on the edge of too much, and the next you’re gone. Your third orgasm pulls you under before you can draw your next breath, your hands locking up around the headboard. Your body seizes as it crashes through you, wave after wave, your mind completely blanking.
You come back slowly, your chest heaving. Dana’s fingers have gentled, but her mouth stays insistent on your clit, her tongue flicking back and forth over the engorged flesh. You cry out as your hips jolt again.
"Please-" You're blabbering, your mind catching up, your body still shaking uncontrollably. "Please, mommy, I can't- it's too much-“
But she doesn't stop. If anything, her fingers begin to move faster, her tongue more insistent, pushing you past the point of comfort into something that almost feels transcendent. The pleasure is so intense it's unbearable, your body caught between trying to chase it and trying to escape it.
"One more," Dana demands, her voice muffled against you. "Give me one more, baby. I know you can."
"I can't-" You're fully crying now, tears streaming down your face, your body trembling violently. "Please, I can't-" You want to move away from her, to pull your hips away, but her fingernails digging into your hip keep the impulse at bay.
"You can." She insists, and there's something in her voice— that absolute certainty, that unwavering confidence in you— that makes you believe her.
She adjusts the angle of her fingers, pressing harder against that spongy spot inside you, her tongue relentless on your clit. The pleasure builds impossibly higher, your body wound so tight you think you might break.
"Come for me, baby." Dana commands, her voice firm. "Now."
Your body follows her command without thought, your muscles seizing. Your fourth orgasm tears through you with a force that has your mouth dropping in a silent scream, your vision whiting out as pleasure consumes you completely. You're vaguely aware that your body is shaking so hard the bed is shaking from the intensity, but it all feels distant, like it's happening to someone else.
Dana finally, finally slows her movements, gently working you through the aftershocks until you're boneless and gasping, your body twitching with residual pleasure. She carefully withdraws her fingers, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs as you come down.
"That's my girl." She grins, her voice full of pride and affection. "You did so well, baby. So, so well."
You can't respond, let alone form thoughts. Your mind is completely blank, floating in that perfect space where nothing exists except the warm glow of satisfaction and Dana's gentle touches. Your hands are still above your head, trembling but obedient, and you feel a distant sense of pride at having kept them there.
Dana pushes herself up your body slowly, pressing her lips to your lower stomach, then ribs and sternum, over your heart, to your chin, and finally to your lips. She doesn’t rush it, letting you come back to your body.
She reaches up to gently uncurl your fingers from the headboard, your arms dropping down to the mattress like they’ve forgotten how to function. She chuckles softly, lifting your hand to press her lips to the back of it.
“My beautiful girl,” she murmurs– the quiet praise feeling different than the earlier ones. A wave of pure adoration washes through you, your lips twitching in an exhausted smile.
She settles beside you, pulling you into her, your back against her chest. You’re still trembling slightly, tiny jolts of aftershocks making you shiver. She rests her chin on the top of your head until you stop trembling and your breathing has returned to normal.
You can feel your tears drying against your skin– a reminder of how you’d been taken completely apart by someone who knows you well enough to put your pieces back together again. The thought makes you hum happily, shifting as you press yourself against her, seeking more contact for comfort.
“Hey.” Her voice is soft, the edge completely gone. “Where are you?”
You have to think about it for a moment, like invisible tendrils reaching through the haze as you evaluate yourself. “One,” you finally manage. You’ll never be at a zero, but a one is always an achievement.
You feel her soft smile through the kiss she places on the top of your head, the pride radiating from her, though she’ll never say it out loud in moments like this.
“She was so young.” You break the silence, not quite meaning to say it.
Dana doesn’t flinch, and she doesn’t redirect you. Her fingers trail up and down your arm soothingly, calming your thoughts again. “I know, baby.”
“I did everything right.” You let the defeat show in your words, though you won’t allow yourself to fully feel it.
“You did.” She presses her lips to the top of your head again. “You’re allowed to grieve her. But give yourself time. Tomorrow.”
You take a deep breath, knowing she’s right.
“Thank you,” you whisper. You’re thanking her for everything– for caring for you, for being there, for making sure you’re always okay. For knowing you so damn well.
She pulls you closer, her face buried against the back of your neck as her arms wind around your waist. “Always. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
She separates from you once your breathing has completely returned to normal and your body has stopped quivering. She comes back from the bathroom a few minutes later, a damp washcloth and glass of water in her hands. She helps you sit up, handing you the glass of water which you greedily drink from.
She cleans your thighs gently, taking extra care to be gentle around your still sensitive flesh. You relax back against the pillows, letting out a satiated hum as she tosses the washcloth toward the hamper and slides back into bed next to you.
You turn toward her, tucking yourself into her embrace as your legs tangle between the sheets, your arm lazily draped around her waist. “Hi.”
“Hi.” Her expression softens as she reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, her thumb brushing across your cheek.
She leans to press a lingering kiss against your forehead, your eyes fluttering shut. It feels like a perfect closing to the turmoil of the day– curled up in the arms of your lover, safe and protected, the muffled sounds of the city outside lulling you into a restful sleep.