“Yes.”

Before I can answer her, Emily says, “I’m not asking you to give up your business. I’m not sure it would be fair, since I took advantage of it. All I would ask is—don’t go any farther than eating pussy. I’d only want you to tell your clients you have a girlfriend and your cock is mine. Then when you’re all turned on from eating pussy, let me take care of you. I’ll be happy to let you fuck me silly.”

I look deep into her eyes. I’m touched by both the love and the fear I see there. My heart melts, and suddenly I think I know what I feel. I think maybe I’ve never stopped loving her, either—that what I thought we’d lost when she moved away was never really lost at all. It was just dormant, and now it’s woken up.

I roll us back over, earning a squawk from Emily. “Emily, I think I love you too,” I say, and her face melts with relief and love. “I’m yours. Thank you for letting me keep the business going, and I promise you: my cock is only for you.” I bend down and kiss her; she kisses me back hungrily, tears of joy flowing freely from her eyes. Then I kiss my way quickly down her jaw and neck to her breasts; she’s just starting to realize where I’m going when I trail kisses down the slope of her tit and suck her nipple into my mouth. She gasps and grabs my head, holding it to her chest.

I grab her other tit and start rolling it in my hand, pinching her nipple against my thumb. “Ohhhh, baby, you’re so good to me,” Emily moans. “Love my tits . . . make love to me. Take me; make me yours. Ohhh, lover, make me yours.” I indulge myself for a while sucking her nipples, then leave my hands on her tits and head further down. I wrap my lips around her clit and suck, then take a hand from her chest and slide it into her hotbox to finger her cunt. It feels like completing a circle. For the first time, I’m not eating the pussy of a client or a business partner—I’m eating my girlfriend’s pussy. It tastes good.