Not to be dramatic, but I could eat Nadia out for hours. If ever given the chance, I plan to. If we ever get a good, kid-free stretch of time, I think the only thing that could stop me from eating her out was if Darren’s dick was nudging at my lips. But when it isn’t, I want this.

My comforter is bunched in Nadia’s hands as I circle her clit with my tongue and then smooth the length of it over her lips. When she’s writhing on top of my bed like a woman possessed, I push my tongue between her lips and taste her opening.

She moans my name in this gorgeous, fragile whisper.

It doesn’t sound anything like the way Darren was grunting my name yesterday, but it makes me feel similar — like I am powerful and wanted.

I tease her opening with the tip of my tongue and then cover her full pussy with my mouth and suck on her until she’s shivering. Until she’s not whispering my name but calling it out and then screaming it. Until she lets go of my bedding and sinks her hands into my hair and holds me against her pussy. Until she’s circling her hips against my mouth. Until I can taste her wetness on my tongue, and I have to let her underwear go and shove that hand inside my panties.

Until her thighs are shuddering violently, and then all at once, she cries out my name, followed by Darren’s, and her thighs snap around my head.

I keep eating her out, my face and bedding soaking in Nadia’s orgasms. Until my own hand is drenched. We don’t stop until we have to. Until her assistant has called her so many times and then calls Darren, and she picks up his call, my face still between her legs.

I make her come while he’s on the line.

And then Nadia really has to go. I help her clean up and get dressed, her taste still on my tongue.

After she’s gone, I shower and change and crawl back into bed, my soiled comforter bunched up on the floor, her smell still clinging to every particle of air in the room.

I drift into the best midday nap I’ve had in years.

making a date

Our first date falls through.

It’s not anyone’s fault. Okay, it’s my fault. I was so excited to finally have a goddamn date to get fucked that I forgot to mark that date off on my work calendar and Lissa scheduled me to work an afternoon shift and then an opening shift the next day. I don’t know for a fact, but I would bet money that she has a preternatural ability to see when I’m at my happiest and then find the best way to kill my joy, quickly and succinctly.