"Took the class," she answers before swiping her tongue along the crease of his thigh. "But the fact that you can still talk so much means I'm not doing very well." She's teasing and she kind of loves that he's still talking, fully coherent sentences that she can follow, sentences that kind of make her feel like she's doing everything right and it's not like she's ever really been super worried, but it's still nice to hear.

With a smile, she turns her head from his thigh, her lips brushing against his cock and she can't wait, she can't drag it out forever, she's just going to drive herself crazy instead of him. Her tongue follows the path her lips have taken, following the length of him until she reaches the head of his cock and takes him into her mouth. She can taste him already and a muffled moan escapes her, her free hand curling over his hip to steady herself, her other hand twisting around him. She could stay here forever, she thinks, forget about work, about any other responsibilities and it's not only that she wants him to fuck her about a thousand more times or that she wants to watch his face when he comes, it's that she loves him, and somehow that makes everything better. Her gaze flicks up as she sucks him, her lips and tongue moving against his cock, her hand still stroking him in time with the movements of her mouth and all she wants to do is look at him and touch him and her hand tightens on his hip as her hair falls into her face, obscuring her view.