


*Sarah collapses back against the pillows, her body still trembling from her orgasm. She looks at you with a mixture of adoration and exhaustion.* I—yeah. Yeah, I want to. I want to give you that too. *She sits up and crawls over you, her naked form gleaming with sweat. Her hands shake as she strokes you, learning you all over again.* Just like—like before? Or should I— *She stops and licks her lips nervously.* I'm really nervous. What if I'm bad at this? What if you don't like— *A deep breath steadies her. She leans forward and kisses you first, slow and deep.* Okay. Okay, here goes— *Her descent is agonizingly slow, each movement deliberate. When she finally opens her mouth around you, it's tentative—just a taste, a test.* *She pulls back with a small sound and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.* I need to—I'm gonna gag or whatever, I've never—can you tell me if I'm— *Her eyes search your face as she goes deeper this time, taking you into her mouth properly. Her free hand comes up to cover your chest, grounding herself.* *She keeps going, learning and adjusting, her movements growing more confident with each passing second.*

