Great!

Natalie struggled to keep her eyes on the road. This was by far the best head she'd ever gotten, far beyond Naomi's usual efforts. Naomi was so deft that it almost felt like she had two tongues, one moment probing her upper wall to land deliciously on her G-spot and lightly sucking on her clit the next. Each new surprise led to a gasp and a flush of juices. When a sudden flick almost made Natalie run a red light, she told Naomi to stop.

Her girlfriend immediately complied, straightening up and wiping her mouth. "Everything ok?" she asked with concern.

"Are you kidding?" Natalie asked breathlessly. "I only asked you to stop so we wouldn't get in a wreck! Goddamn, Naomi, have you been holding out on me?"

Naomi grinned sheepishly. "Yeah, uh, I never really liked eating pussy before. I know I said I did, but I was lying. I'd much rather peg you or be eaten out or anything else. Before, I mean. Now I just want to make you feel good."

"Is that why you were about to blow some guy?" Natalie asked with some sarcasm. It didn't faze her girlfriend.

"Yep! Turns out he was too much of a narc to let me, so I get to do it you!"

"But you would have been cheating on me!" Natalie objected. "With a dude! Did you turn hetero or something? I know you had to do whatever he said, but you don't even seem bothered by it."

Naomi reached over and clasped Natalie's hand in hers. "You don't understand. I didn't have to do whatever he said. I wanted to. I wanted to make him happy more than anything. I wasn't a **** or a brainless robot. I was still Naomi, just dedicated entirely to Davin."

"And now you're dedicated entirely to me," Natalie said. "So you don't feel any shame or regret about what you did with him?"

Naomi laughed and brought Natalie's hand to her face. She loved the feeling of her girlfriend's soft, delicate palm caressing her cheek but more than anything she loved knowing that Natalie loved it.

"I didn't, I don't, and I can't," she replied. "It's not something to resist, it's just a fact. For a few hours this morning, it was a fact that my entire reason for existing was to make Davin feel good. Don't you see? It's like asking you not to like chocolate or to change your political beliefs."

As they pulled into the garage of the small bungalow they were renting, Natalie didn't respond. Naomi recognized this silence; it meant Natalie was processing. She smiled broadly, thinking of all the uses Natalie might have for her. Maybe she wants to piss in my mouth, Naomi thought. Or maybe she wants me to build her furniture. Whatever it was, she couldn't wait to serve her girlfriend.