I chuckle. I love when she teases me back. I can tell she's nervous, but that's all right. I plan on making this really damn good for her. It's not about me tonight. It's about making Jade fall in love with me. And if that means showing off my fantastic licking skills, I am more than ready. I've been dreaming of doing this to her since the moment I saw her. "Tell me to stop if you need a moment," I tell her, and then lift her skirts and shove them up past her hips.
And I drink her in. Kef me, she's gorgeous. Just endless warm skin, soft thighs, and then between her thighs, a tight cluster of curls. Below those curls, I see the cleft of her cunt, and her skin gleams with slickness. I groan, dragging her forward a little more. "I'm the luckiest male ever," I breathe again. "The keffing luckiest."
She makes a sound in her throat that might be assent. Jade's trembling, though. She's nervous, and she doesn't need to be. I'm going to be so keffing good to her. I tug her forward a little more, until that plump, gorgeous ass is practically hanging off the edge and she's forced to go back on her elbows to hold herself up. I slide one of her legs over my shoulder, bend over, and lick her, long and slow.
Jade moans.
Kef, I practically do, too. Her taste is incredible, and she's already so keffing wet for me. She's soft here, too, softer than I ever dreamed, and in this moment, I completely understand every bastard that's ever stolen a human…and I want to kill them for doing so. This female deserves only good things in her life. She deserves to be dressed in the finest clothes, eat the finest foods, and deserves the finest tongue on this sweet, soaked cunt.
Luckily I can give her the latter.
I slick a finger up and down in her folds, teasing them apart, and I love that her head falls back, her eyes closed. She trembles against my hand as I tease my fingertip back and forth, but I don't stop. She'll tell me to stop if I do something she doesn't like. I've made it quite clear that I'm at her disposal, not the other way around.
"You have the prettiest cunt I've ever seen," I breathe, dragging my finger through her wetness. My hand looks so big against her delicate folds. I'm fascinated by how sleek and plump they are, and there's a tiny little bump at the apex of her cunt, which I've never seen before. "What's this?"
She sits up a little, frowning. I touch it to show her, dragging my finger underneath, and her head drops back again. "Adiron," she pants. "You don't know what a clit is?"
"It's not something mesakkah women have. Is this like your spur?"
"My what?"
"Your spur?" I'm tempted to take my trou off and show her mine. She still looks confused, her hand sliding down to cover herself and I push it aside. "Don't cover up, I want to look at you."
"It's a clit," Jade tells me, panting. "Lord help me. I fell for your lies and you don't even know what a clit is. What happened to you licking the paint off a starship?" She tilts her head, a rueful smile on her face.
"I didn't say I wouldn't lick it. I just need to know if it's sensitive." I circle a finger around the dusky little bud, and watch as Jade's mouth trembles and her head falls back again with a low cry. Her entire body shivers in response. "I'm gonna take that as a yes."
"Very…" she pants, “…sensitive."
"Good to know." I lean down and lick her again, keeping her cunt spread with one fingertip. She quivers against me, and then one of her hands steals to the top of my head. Her fingers knot in my hair as I drag my tongue over her. I lick from her opening all the way up to that little bead of her clit. I tongue Jade with long, slow drags, reveling in the taste. She's sweet and musky all at once, wet and warm and so keffing good I want to just leave my face buried between her thighs for forever. Each time I move my tongue over her, there's fresh wetness to lap up, and Jade makes soft, delicious little cries each time I do so.
I take my time with her. I'm going to enjoy every moment of this. I lick her over and over again, slow and steady, and as I do, I watch her responses. I pay attention to which things make her quiver, which touches make her inhale sharply, and which ones get no response at all. When I drag the tip of my tongue in leisurely circles around her clit and she clenches a fistful of my hair, I know I've hit on something she likes. It's such an enticing little bud, that clit, and I keep teasing it and playing with it, loving her reactions. Jade moans and arches against me, her hips moving in slow thrusts, and I imagine her under me, my cock buried deep into this soft, wet cunt.