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We got off the couch, my knees a bit shaky. She took me down a hall, passing an open door to a room that featured a desk, computer, piles of printed manuscripts, and a corkboard that had post-it notes and pictures all over it.

"Is that where you…write everything?" I said, a little starstruck.

"Really? I'm literally naked in front of you, and you're about to eat me out, and that's what you're asking about?" Hannah said with a smirk.

I grinned back. "Sorry, just…a little in awe, I'm seeing a writing room. And not just any, a successful writing room."

Hannah grabbed my hand, pulled me away from the doorway and gave me a soft kiss. "Actually…"

"What?"

Hannah cocked an eyebrow, and I could tell her writer brain was activating. "Want me to sit on my desk while you eat me out instead? Get to actually taste my pussy in the same place I wrote all those stories that made you so wet? "

"Oh my god…" I felt a pulse between my legs at the idea, my author kink coming through.

Hannah continued. "We'll need to move my chair first…you could even sit in it and I could straddle your face…"

"That sounds so fucking hot." I said, giddy.

"If it goes well, I'll need to steal it for my next book."

"Please do…"

Hannah walked into her office with me in tow. I tried not to look around and geek out that I was in the office of Nicole Marcel, but I remembered I was about to fuck her brains out and wanted to focus on that.

She rolled the chair back, and pulled a file folder from the desk, dumping it unceremoniously on the floor. The chair rolled away a few inches as Hannah bent down, giving me an absolutely perfect view of her ass and her pussy.

"I could…uh…also eat you out from behind while you held on to the desk…" I said.

Hannah looked behind herself and then up at me. "What are you waiting for, then?" She said with fire in her eyes.

I dropped to my knees quickly…a little too quickly, as the pain radiated through my legs and I knew it would hurt like hell tomorrow, but then I'd get to look at the bruises and remember how I got them. I grabbed Hannah's thighs from behind and guided them open, and she tilted forward, putting her arms on the desk to brace herself.

Despite suggesting it, I had never, ever eaten a woman out like this before, so I had no idea if I'd be any good at it. I played with Hannah's pussy a little bit first, teasing the lips, hearing her moan into the heavy desk.

I placed my lips around Hannah's opening, sucking just a little to see the response, which was a pleased whimper from Hannah. She pushed her pussy back into my face, and I began licking in earnest, getting lost in the act of going down on Hannah Merrill. She tasted so, so damn good, and licking her from this angle allowed my tongue to get deeper than I usually could, and the response to me being able to do that was met with incredible approval.

"Oh, fuck, Zoe, yes…that feels so fucking good." Hannah gasped, leaning further into the desk, angling her ass upward to give me an even better angle.

After about thirty seconds of doing it, I knew that I had possibly found a brand new favorite position, and I guess it made sense that a woman that had already taught me so much about sex would teach me yet another thing about how to do it. I think I greatly preferred the in-person experience to the text, though…

My nose rubbed up against Hannah's entrance while my tongue flicked at her clit, and I realized it might have been my perfect place on Earth, my nose against a pussy, tasting it, listening to the noises the woman attached to it would make. It was magical, and Hannah tasted divine. I felt the heat from her body radiating through mine. I grabbed the back of her calves, feeling them tighten under my grip, and I knew I was going to blow her away when her orgasm finally came.

Hannah had already made me come once, so it was only right for me to repay her the favor, and I knew it was going to be the most enjoyable way to do so. I picked up my speed and sucked a little harder.

"Yes….yes…oh fuck, Zoe, oh baby eat me, don't stop." Hannah moaned. I could see her stomach contracting, her tiny breasts jiggling ever so slightly as I ceaselessly licked the most amazing pussy I had ever tasted. When Hannah took her hand and moved it to her clit, I licked her fingers, giving her more wetness to play with.

"Oh god…" She whimpered as she came, the hand on her clit going wild as I lapped up every bit of the delicious fluid she produced. She leaned forward further, almost pushing the computer off her desk, the screen tilting forward precariously as she cried out with pleasure. "Fuck!!!" Hannah slammed her fist against the wooden desk, her whole body shuddering and shaking. I sucked on her lips, knowing it might be a while before I'd get to taste them again, getting every memory I could out of the fading moments of her orgasm.

I gently licked at Hannah's slit until her hand moved to the back of my head, letting me know it was too sensitive. I pulled away from her with a long lick, tasting her, before standing up.

I wiped at my chin and lips with the back of my hand before taking my thumb and gently tracing around the bottom of my lip. I stood up and waited for Hannah to turn around. She didn't though, she was too spent at the moment, her back arched, her body liquefied. I felt like if I even poked her, she'd dissolve into a puddle.

I put my hand on her back and gave it a little rub.

"Did…uh…I did OK?"

"Zoe…honey, you did perfect…" Hannah's words came in heavy, short bursts. "Nobody has ever eaten me out like that before, and…god, I'm still processing how different and amazing that felt." Hannah fingered herself a little, the sound of her wetness between her fingers making me want to go back down there for another round.

"So, you want me to eat you out like that again sometime?"

"As…fucking…soon…as…possible."

I sat in the office chair, rolling away from Hannah and the desk a little bit, watching Hannah slowly gather her energy. I was sitting completely naked in Nicole Marcel's writing chair, triumphantly observing that same woman having to take multiple minutes to recover her senses in the aftermath of my tongue's exploration.

After another thirty seconds, Hannah slowly rose from the desk. Her cheeks were still flushed, and her nipples stood hard and proud. I smiled as she walked toward me, not having any idea of what she would do, but not caring what it would be because anything she did would be amazing .

"You…" Hannah gripped my chin and tilted it up at her face "…you are…really something."

"Oh yeah? I mean I learned everything from Nicole Marcel books…"

"No, no way…" Hannah said, running her hands through her pixie cut as she walked around the room, "I didn't teach you any of that…you taught me a few things today." She leaned against her desk, blissful and grinning. "That was beyond amazing, Zoe. I couldn't have even written that if I wanted to."

"But…what if you did?" I said, biting my finger.

"Oh…you'd like for me to write a story where a girl meets her favorite author on a train, and said author tries to play it all cool to try to make it look like she hasn't been yearning for that girl for weeks…then she has to admit to doing it and worries that the girl will run away, but then that humble author eats her out on the couch before she returns the favor by blowing that author's fucking mind with her skills?"

"Yeah…something like that." I smirked.

"Seems a little unrealistic, but I think it'd sell a few copies…" Hannah said, winking at me.