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He didn’t keep her waiting for too long, finishing his second helping a few minutes after she finished her one and only. And then they took on the task of cleaning up together and storing leftovers. Once inside its Tupperware, Anna directed him to put the paella beside the one with Avril’s leftovers. It’d be paella for the two women for a couple of days at least, so it was a good thing it’d turned out so well.

After storing things and adequately cleaning the skillet and their plates, he and Anna reconvened in her living room. Back to the couch, where a noisy blare had interrupted things last time.

Sitting straight-backed, yet with hands fidgeting as they rested on her knees, Anna watched him. In his estimation, she didn’t look nearly as nervous as the last time it had just been the two of them. Rather, eagerness, quiet but simmering behind her beautiful eyes and in the subtle shifts of her luscious mouth, was what he saw.

Naturally, that created a buffet of positive emotions within him. After some slight consideration, resolve was the first one he picked out for his plate. Like last time, he would ensure thatAnna’s wishful hopes weren’t misplaced. Again, her satisfaction would be his top priority. And so—

“I want to give you your reward,” Anna said, firing a shot across his bow mere moments before he would have tried to lean her back on the couch and resume what had started earlier. It caused him to pull back, blinking like he’d stared for too long at the sun.

“My reward?” he asked.

Anna folded her arms. Clearly, she was a little bothered that he didn’t understand. Momentarily confused, Liam finally rewound time enough to recall the deal they’d made in his dorm room.

“Right, my reward,” he said. “I remember now. You think I’ve done enough to earn one? I’d figured I’d need to do a little more after you tilted the scales with that delicious lunch.”

For reasons unknown, Anna didn’t seem amused by his joke. Instead, she drew her lips to a flat line—well, as flat as their alluring shape could flatten.

“Do you think I’ll do a bad job?”

“N-No,” he stammered, undergoing emotional whiplash due to how rapidly he’d been forced onto the defensive. He’d been seconds away from suggesting she let him reintroduce his lips to her breasts. “I was just on the same train of thought, but for you. So, I’d forgotten our deal.” He knew that wasn’t enough, so he added, “I’m more than happy to, um, accept whatever reward you have in mind.”

Smooth,his inner voice admonished.

Rome wasn’t built in a day,he fired back. It wasn’t as though he’d metamorphized from caterpillar to butterfly, all at once an entirely new creature. There was still plenty of awkwardness and hesitance for him to contend with internally.

Tess wasn’t here to smile at his fumbled words, then kiss him. Avril wasn’t here to mercilessly tease him, then kiss him.

Annawashere, and although she neither smiled nor teased him, shedidlean forward and kiss him.

Liam’s eyes widened, but then he got his head in the game and simply accepted the wonderful set of lips so eager to bring him some satisfaction. As their kiss evolved into something more passionate, Liam began to push against Anna, trying to lay her back on the couch. Yet, he received a firm denial. Keeping herself upright, Anna shook her head while their lips were still linked. And then she began to pushhimback.

Okay,Liam thought, allowing his girlfriend to press him back.

Their kiss ended once the back of his head met the arm of her couch. Staring silently at him for a moment, Anna inhaled deeply, then moved her gaze down his body. It stopped halfway through its journey, focusing on his groin, not his legs, which he’d angled off the couch to give Anna some room to work with.

He witnessed her hesitance, her anxiety, both spooling up like cotton candy gathering around a stick at a county fair. If she ended up backing down, overwhelmed and unable to continue, he wouldn’t have held it against her. A little disappointed, maybe, but that would be all. Nothing worth crying over, just a blip in a weekend that had otherwise been phenomenal.

Collecting her cotton candy, Anna stared at it, considered what she wanted to do with it, and then threw it into the nearest trashcan. No more did she hesitate. Liam’s heart skipped a beat.

Leaning forward, Anna’s fingertips gathered around the fast-growing pronouncement under his pants. First went his belt. Her fingers opened the buckle, and Liam shifted with excitement. While he wasn’t dressed to the nines, he hadn’t been certain where today would lead, so he’d met in the middle regarding fashion and comfort.

Anna undid his pants’ button next. She paused, face flush with heat, staring at the shape of his cock beneath. Only for a moment.

The zipper came down, voicing its metallic pleasure in a clean staccato, Liam shifted, and together they worked his cock out into the open.

Anna’s eyes widened as—he assumed—she looked at the first real cock that she’d ever seen. Images in a health book didn’t count, and he somehow couldn’t imagine Anna watching porn. It was strangely intriguing, not quite arousing, not quite discomforting. He almost tripped over himself and asked her for her “thoughts” on his manhood. Fortunately, he had the necessary self-discipline to remain quiet. At least for a little longer. Just enough to let Anna shake out of her stupor.

“Are you ready?” Anna whispered, ripping her eyes away from his cock long enough to meet his gaze.

Are you?Liam thought. He almost voiced it aloud, but he impeded that urge. It’d feel too much like circling aimlessly. His cock was out, and his girlfriend was asking if he was ready. Worrying about her reservationstoo muchwould just get in the way. Anna was in control, and Anna was an adult. She could make her own decisions.

Still, he said, “I am if you are.”

Anna nodded. That was enough.

Compared to Tess or Avril, who usually had their hands in his pants even before he could get his cock out, Anna’s approached his stiff manhood slowly. Not quite warily, but certainly hesitantly. Uncertainty scrunched up Anna’s features as her hand carefully grasped his cock. Her first sight, now her first touch.

“Let me know if I should change anything,” Anna said, biting her lower lip. “I want to do a good job. I’m… I’m not going to get upset if there’s some criticism.”

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