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Marion is going to call me soon, I can feel it. I’ve been away from my desk for too long, and work can only wait so long.

I drag my tongue up the inside of her thigh. Her eyelids flutter as I find her clit and get to work. Her body starts out soft, then tightens as she builds. Soft skin presses on both sides of my face, my stubble rasping against it. Distantly, she moans and presses her pussy into my mouth, rubbing her clit on my tongue until she comes. It’s slow, and she whimpers. Her fingers dig into my hair and twist.

I pull back, but only because she finally forces my head away.

“You don’t want more?” I ask, running my hand over my jaw.

She pushes herself up.

“You don’t want me to return the favor?” Her eyes glitter, lashes low.

My stomach lurches like I went over a bump in the road. It’s been a full year since she put my dick in her mouth. I was so damn busy getting it in her pussy that I kept forgetting about it. And I also prefer if it’s offered; that somehow makes it so much hotter, knowing she wants it as badly as I do to her.

“I would,” I manage.

She smiles coyly, sitting back on her heels. I sink against the headboard, and she straddles my leg. My cock throbs as her touch skims over the head, leaving a glitter of wetness on her fingertip. Our gazes lock, and she puts her finger in her mouth.

“Fuck me,” I breathe.

She sinks down, her wet pussy on my bare skin. Hips undulating, she gathers her hair up and ties it with a band from around her wrist. I touch her face, then her neck as she leans in, and her tongue swipes over the head.

I see stars, think I hear a goddamn choir singing. Her tongue curls slowly, then slides up the underside from base to tip. It’s hard to keep still, but I manage to do it. She moves closer, beautiful spine arching and pussy grinding lightly on my thigh. Gripping the base, she slides her mouth over the head again and pushes me as far as possible into her mouth.

My hips rise; I can’t help it.

She pulls back. “No thrusting.”

“Sorry, baby,” I say, touching her face.

“It’s fine, I just…am not…that experienced doing this. I need you to let me figure it out.”

“We did this before.”

She nods, cheeks pink. “Yeah, and that was the first time I’ve done it. This is the second.”

I don’t want to push her because she’s clearly uncomfortable admitting that. But I’m also pretty taken aback.

“I was your first blowjob?” I say.

“Yeah. You don’t have to be weird about it.”

“I’m not. You were perfect,” I amend. “You’re doing so well, I just didn’t know.”

She lets go of my dick, hand lingering on my thigh. Her finger draws a slow circle. I sit up so I’m close enough to touch her face.

“You okay?” I press.

She glances up, then away, then back. “You were the first.”

“I know, it’s okay.”

“No.”

I pause, unsure what she means. “I don’t… I’m not following.”

Her throat bobs. “You were the first time I went all the way with anyone. I mean, I gave guys hand jobs, and I tried to have sex with one of the ranch hands once, but you were the first person who was successful.”

My body tingles. No, that can’t be. Surely she would have said something.