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"Sorry it's such a mess, I didn't…well, I was kind of hoping for something like this." Hannah said as we walked in. I looked around and had no idea what she was talking about. Yeah she might have had a few things out of place, but compared to my place, this apartment was immaculate.

OK, there was a pile of blankets on the floor. And the desk was a mess. But overall, spotless.

“It’s alright, I don’t mind at all. I’m just…I’m sorry, I’m just processing the fact that I’m in the living room of a woman who…” I looked over at Hannah, who was standing halfway to the kitchen. “You just really helped me…confirm a lot of things about myself. Can I sit?” I motioned toward the sleek black leather couch in the middle of the room.

“I didn’t do anything other than bring out what you were already thinking, Zoe. That’s the best a writer can hope for, to be the…Horace? Ovid? To be someone guiding you on your journey.” Hannah said.

I smirked. “So you thought that by referencing more obscure poets instead of just saying Virgil, you were going to make it seem like you didn’t know the classics?”

Hanna smiled back and laughed, “that works on a surprising number of people to make me look more self-effacing…knew it would be hard to try on true book nerds.”

“Glad my literature degree was useful for something.” I said. I relaxed into the couch, feeling more comfortable with Hannah. It was a beautiful, plush couch that I don’t think had been meticulously detailed in any of Nicole Marcel’s books.

“You still want that coffee?” Hannah said, jerking her thumb back toward the kitchen.

“If I’m being honest? I had two cups already today…but I was going to go ahead with coffee with a cute girl I met on the train even if it meant I’d be wired for the entire damn day. A water would be nice, though.”

Hannah smiled and disappeared into the kitchen. I looked around the room and saw that Hannah’s writing life had served her well, financially. Those five-figure royalty checks were proof enough, but this place was large for apartments in this party of the city. It took the entire corner of the building, with a view out to the park that I was sure was constantly beautiful as the seasons passed. If this apartment were at my income level, it would have been divided into four studios by this point, but Hannah deserved such a view of the city and such a nice place if she made art like she did.

“You don’t mind sparkling, do you?” Hannah said, holding two green Perrier bottles in her dainty hand, necks crossed.

“I love it, actually…your protagonists’ addiction to sparkling water is something that always made me grin a little when I notice it.”

“Ahh, yeah.” Hannah said, handing me the bottle and sitting on the opposite side of the couch. “Well, I don’t drink booze…can’t, really, so, have to give them something to drink.”

Hannah letting me in to little details of her life felt so exciting to me. As a writer, she was a bit of an enigma. Didn’t really give interviews, didn’t even do much promotion. Her social media wasn’t anything more than announcements of releases or sales…none of that parasocial ‘I’m your best friend’ stuff here. Nicole Marcel, or, I guess, Hannah Merrill, let the books speak for themselves, and that’s all she really needed to do. People like me bought the things in droves no matter what.

“So, uh, Hannah…what is…this.” I motioned around myself to convey ‘everything’ “I just want to make sure we are…thinking the same thing, I guess.”

“And what exactly is it that you’re thinking, Zoe?” Hannah took a sip of her water and looked at me seductively, wiping a stray drop from her lip with her thumb in a move that never failed to make me at least a little wet when a character in a book did it.

“I think we…I think that we are going to have sex, or make out, or…something.”

“What would you like that something to be?” The intensity in her voice grew ever so slightly. Sure, this woman knew how to write a seduction scene, but she seemed to also be able to act it as well.

“I would like to have sex. If you would like to.”

Hannah smirked and let her lips part, showing a glint of her pearly teeth. “Would you now?”

“Yes.”

“And you think I’d want to do that too?”

“I…hope? I mean, you’re laying it on pretty thick right now…”

Hannah laughed, leaning back on the couch, and her demeanor relaxed again. She ran her fingers through her hair and let out a deep breath. I had no idea how to take the fact that she wasn’t going full dominant seductress on me, and it made me worried that I had missed a signal and fucked up. “You’re so goddamn cute, Zoe. I can tell why you like my books, you’re just as nervous as one of my narrators when the sultry love interest starts turning up the heat. You’re playing the role exactly.”

“Is that a good thing?” I said, nervous.

“It is…” Hannah moved closer to me on the couch, her thigh pressing against mine, and she laid her hand on my knee. “It’s not often that I get to play these scenes out in real life. I spend all my time scribbling this stuff down, and, well, sometimes it makes me so hot, and yearn so much to not just write it, but to…feel it.” At that last part, Hannah dug her fingers into my knee, causing me to jump a little.

Her eyes locked on mine, and she let the tip of her tongue just barely show past her lips as she stared into me, the heat coming off her body and her intense gaze making my panties absolutely wet with need.

I swallowed hard. “I’m sorry I just want to get it out in the open, I’m not ready for the BDSM stuff yet. I love to read it, but…I’m too scared to try it.”

Hannah took her free hand and stroked my hair, her fingertips grazing the top of my ear. The skin-on-skin sensation of such an already sensitive part made me moan a little.

“That’s OK…I don’t want to pressure you into anything. Maybe I can bring you up sometime later and spank you so hard you’ll have no doubt who your mistress is…”

Oh. My. Fuck.

“Heh…umm…sure!” I said, the tension boiling over in me. As much as I wanted that right now, to feel Hannah put me in my place, to let her control the scene and guide me through pleasure like one of her lucky protagonists, I wanted to have sex with Hannah, not Nicole. This time at least.

“But…not today, right?” Hannah said, her eyes fiery.

“Not today…”

Hannah stood up and turned back to me, holding her hand out. I took it, standing up in front of her, a good two inches taller. Her face tilted up, and I felt her warm breath on my lips. My mouth dropped open in anticipation, ready for her to close the gap between us and make me melt. And then, it happened.

A first kiss that had every last bit of fireworks and rush that I felt when I read about it in a Nicole Marcel book. We connected, her lips soft and warm and everything I couldn’t have even imagined being true just minutes ago. She placed her hands on my hips and I did nothing to pull away, feeling her fingertips rest at the top of my ass.

I broke away, looking down at the perfect, flawless, gorgeous face of this goddess, this woman that wrote me the hottest and most tender and most exciting moments of my entire life. I looked into her green eyes and my heart beat faster than ever before.

“That was…incredible.” I said.

“I can do a lot more than that…” Hannah winked.

“Please do.” I leaned back down and kissed her more, being bold and pushing my tongue into her mouth, only to have it be met with Hannah doing the same. There was always something so fucking intoxicating about luxurious kisses like this, tongues intertwining, hot and wet against hot and wet. I put my hands on Hannah’s smaller frame and gently pulled her towards me, the hollows of our hips pressing, the heat from her body causing me to shudder.

She pushed herself forward against me until we both fell back down on the couch, a tumble that made me break out laughing and caused Hannah to bump her head against my chin, pulling back with a squint.

“That works better in the books…” Hannah said.

“Romance authors don’t have to respect physics.” I said.

“This will probably be more awkward than sexy on this couch compared to my bed.” Hannah said, straddling me, her hips pushing in a little circle. “But, of course, you might like awkward…”

I was stunned seeing Hannah, the morning light halo around her short blonde hair, sitting astride me, giving me a choice about how I wanted to have sex with her. Usually with my dates I would take what I could get, and had done it on stiff couches, dorm room floors, and even one time in a gym locker room that I wondered if I would tell Hannah about for some…inspiration.

“Let’s…go to the bed, but, maybe after you feel me up a little?” I said, biting my lip.

“Is that an invitation to touch your tits?”

“It is.” I said, the words exploding from my mouth.

Hannah brought her hands up and traced them around my chest, the anticipation making me a bit wild with need, but she took her sweet time. As she ran her hands across my chest, the tips of her thumbs just barely brushing across my nipples, my tits heaved, the nipples hardening against the fabric of my shirt and begging for more.

“I always write my protagonists with big boobs, did you notice that?” Hannah said.

“Umm…it’s another…quirk that I relate to…” I said, words now fighting to get out as my body wracked with pleasure.

Hannah lowered her hands a little further and undid the top button of my shirt, then the next. My breasts pushed forward, begging to be set free from their constraints. “This are so big, and so gorgeous, Zoe.” Hannah said.

I was by no means a supermodel, and nobody had ever considered my C-cups ‘so big’, but under Hannah’s hand I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world.

“This bra…uh…unsnaps from the front.” I said, giving her the hint.

“Does it now?” Hannah said. She swept her hungry eyes over my chest before leaning back a little, pressing her pubic bone against mine, making my stomach tense. “Because mine…” Hannah hooked her fingers underneath the delicate fabric of her shirt and pulled it over her head, showing off a powder pink bralette whose lace was the same color as the nipples underneath it. She threw the shirt to the other side of the couch and then co ntinued, pulling the bralette over her head “…doesn’t even have snaps…” Hannah threw the pink bundle of fabric on top of her shirt, and I could not fucking believe I was seeing them. Nicole Marcel, a woman who had already caused me more orgasms than I could count, was now topless and straddling me, her nipples stiff peaks of rose-colored pleasure.

“Ohh…oh my god, Hannah.” I said, my mouth dry.

“See something you like?”

I nodded. I took the hint and pulled Hannah down toward me, her left nipple guiding itself toward my mouth. I sucked it and tasted the slightly floral, slightly salty sweetness of her skin, the puckered nub hot under my tongue. Hannah put her hand at the back of my head, holding me to her, giving me permission to keep sucking, permission that I hoped I would have for a very long time.

Hannah ground her hips into me, the fabric between us warmed and doing very little to separate us, our pussies rubbing against one another, even through clothing. My tongue continued to trace circles around Hannah's nipples as her moans grew louder, more guttural, more demanding.

She pulled back and looked down at me, her nipples shiny with my saliva, which made them look that much hotter. “I think we need to get your tits out now, don’t we?”

“Oh my god, please.” I said.

Hannah reached down and put her lithe fingers against my sternum, slipping beneath the front clasp and unhooking it without any effort. I helped Hannah and pulled the cups back, freeing my tits. I almost came when I saw Hannah’s reaction to them, a wild look of glee in her eyes telling me she loved what she saw. I had always thought my boobs weren’t the most attractive compared to other women, my areolas were a little big and not perfect circles, and they laid more flat on my chest compared to others unless I was wearing a bra that gathered them up correctly, like the one I wore today. But that look in Hannah’s eyes told me that any of that worry that I had didn’t matter a bit, because my favorite author looked like she had just won the lottery.

“These are delicious.” Hannah said, holding my tits in her hands, kneading the soft flesh.

“How do you know they’re delicious? You haven’t tasted them yet.” I said, throwing back a little of the seduction she had been launching my way.

Hannah grinned and lowered herself to me, the skin-on-skin touch making us both moan with need. She put her lips against one of my nipples, letting them rest there for a second.

"It's…" she paused to give a quick lick of my nipple that caused me to shudder in delight.

"Yes, go on."

Hannah continued to run her tongue in small circles around the edge of my areola.

"I can't speak when you keep doing that." I said, a slight whine to my voice.

“Well as much as I love your voice, I might like shutting you up a little…” Hannah descended onto my breasts, sucking the right nipple into her mouth, causing my body to dissolve. She sucked them and licked them with learned expertise, her enthusiasm clear as she arched her eyebrows in focus as she sent me through the stratosphere.

When she moved over to my other breast and took my nipple in her mouth, her right hand left my tit and slid down my belly, landing on my hip. Her fingers gently played at my waistband before slowly undoing the button and zip on my jeans, opening them up.

“Do we want to move to the bed?” I gasped as I felt the momentum of the moment gathering.

Hannah paused her attention on my breast, the cold air from her pulling her mouth from my body making me whine a little, before looking at me and nodding. “We could…or…I could eat you out right here, and we can save the bed for later…” Hannah tugged playfully at the waistband of my panties. “Up to you…”

Hannah Merrill was going to fucking devour me, and I could not have wanted anything more.

I swallowed and nodded, pulling her in for a quick kiss, our lips brushing together, a peck that still sent fireworks down my body, a sensation that would never get old, not as long as I lived. “Where do you want to eat my pussy for the first time, Hannah?” I licked her ear.

“I want to eat you right here, and I want you to watch me.” Hannah said, her breath quickening. Not only was I going to have sex with my favorite author, she was going to get me off first. This was literally the best day of my life.

“There is no way I’ll be able to keep my eyes off of you.” I said, pulling my jeans down with Hannah’s assistance. The jeans, my panties, and the sensible flats I was wearing all came off in a neat pile, and I lowered myself back down onto the couch. I took my shirt off as well, and was now completely naked in Nicole fucking Marcel’s living room.

I laughed a little, feeling the warm leather against my ass and back. “Is this leather ok to get…umm…wet?” I said, feeling awkward, but loving the soft embrace of the couch.

“It would not be the first time, trust me.” Hannah said, smirking.

I laid back, now having Hannah’s permission to let whatever happened happen to her beautiful couch, and spread my legs. Hannah looked my body up and down and unbuttoned her own jeans. “Mind if I join you in your nudity?”

“God, please do.” I gasped.

Hannah took her time sliding her jeans down, giving me the most delicious show. When I had fantasized about the scenes between her characters, I always tried to imagine the lead in whatever situation she was in naked, and I felt a sense of satisfaction knowing that my fantasies were becoming reality. Hannah was just as beautiful as one of her characters. She had a sleight figure, with hips that flowed smoothly to toned thighs and calves. I could see just the faintest outline of abs on her flat stomach, something that I strove at the gym to get but could never manage. She had a short, dark patch of public hair that contrasted so deliciously against the light skin of her stomach and thighs.

"No panties?” I said playfully.

“I had…plans today that dictated I probably wouldn’t need them.” Hannah dropped to her knees in front of me, and I opened my legs wider to allow her in. I had to do everything in my power not to lose it, not to just allow myself to come in anticipation of it all. Hannah dragged her hands up my thighs, nails tracing up and then a little sweet sharpness digging in when they reached my ass.

This was really happening. She was going to eat me out. I was going to watch her do it.

But when Hannah put her mouth on the inside of my thigh and latched her mouth onto it, sucking and licking the soft flesh, about eight inches away from the prize of my pussy, I came to the realization that she was going to have to wait to do it because, well…

“Oh fuck…Hannah…” I felt my back arch and the orgasm that I had carefully tried to hold on to in anticipation of Hannah devouring me had slipped from my grip and loosed itself on my body. “Oh…I’m coming…oh fuck…”

I looked down at Hannah with pleading eyes, trying to tell her ‘I’m sorry you got me so turned on you got me off by not even touching me’, but if there was any disappointment in Hannah’s face, she hid it well. Instead, she rushed to put her mouth on my slit, licking at it in the fading moments of the orgasm, tasting me.

I collapsed down on the couch, panting, not caring for one second that my naked body had just made an impressive wet spot on my favorite author’s couch. I just had the strongest orgasm I had ever had without even touching myself, and I had to deal with that before I worried about anything else. Despite other girls being able to roll into their second, third, or fourth orgasm right away, and despite Nicole Marcel’s characters seeming to have superhuman endurance for them, I subsumed to a useless puddle, looking down at Hannah, who was lapping up my wetness. I used what energy I had to push her head away gently, as the overstimulation had turned to sensitivity.

“I’m…sorry…” I said, my chest gleaming with sweat.

“About what?” Hannah said, sitting up and leaning back on her heels, a position that was unbelievably hot to see.

“I…” I motioned toward my pussy “…came too quickly.”

“And you’re sorry about that?”

“I…guess?”

“If you’re about to apologize that I was able to get you so hot and turned on that all it took for me to make you come was one rough kiss on the inside of your thighs, I’m going to tell you right now, there’s no need to apologize, and I will take that as the highest of compliments that I could do that for you like that.” Hannah said, playing with her nipples. I knew she was still beyond turned on, so I was gathering my energy to return the favor.

“You’re not…disappointed?”

“Zoe, I’m fucking elated. And it just means next time I’ll need to start the cunnilingus earlier…” Hannah smirked.

Next time? Holy shit.

"Well…maybe we can move to your bedroom and I can start that on you instead?" I said, grinning, my cheeks still red, my mind racing as I was about to taste her for the first time.

"I would love that." Hannah said. "Follow me."