The reply she gets is an mm of agreement and his lips making contact with hers - a gentle first kiss to her cunt before diving in, so to speak. Percy's got enthusiasm to spare, fortunately, and her fingers in his hair only add to it. (He's trying not to think about just how miraculous it feels to be touched by someone else, how far he'd be willing to go in order to keep Vex'ahlia's hands on his bare skin.)
And while he's likely amateurish compared to others she's slept with, this isn't the very first time he's found himself with a mouthful of a woman's cunt. The principles are simple enough, a matter of licking and sucking and letting his fingers assist as needed; everything else is finesse and learning a particular woman's anatomy. That, at least, comes naturally to him. It's not so different from working with a new machine, a comparison he's (fortunately) never had a chance to voice aloud.
Which is to say, he fucks her with that polite, well-bred mouth of his, his tongue flicking cleverly over her clit. And he fucks her with those long, callused fingers, curling inside her and dragging along her inner walls. No longer clouded by the pleasant haze of afterglow, he approaches eating her out with the precision of a watchmaker, paying attention to every reaction she offers. When it's clear she likes something, he gives her more of it, then varies his work: new pressure, new speed.
(Really, this isn't so hard, he thinks, in a moment of hubris. His jaw aches a little, but it's a small price to pay.)
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Date: 2025-02-25 07:39 pm (UTC)And while he's likely amateurish compared to others she's slept with, this isn't the very first time he's found himself with a mouthful of a woman's cunt. The principles are simple enough, a matter of licking and sucking and letting his fingers assist as needed; everything else is finesse and learning a particular woman's anatomy. That, at least, comes naturally to him. It's not so different from working with a new machine, a comparison he's (fortunately) never had a chance to voice aloud.
Which is to say, he fucks her with that polite, well-bred mouth of his, his tongue flicking cleverly over her clit. And he fucks her with those long, callused fingers, curling inside her and dragging along her inner walls. No longer clouded by the pleasant haze of afterglow, he approaches eating her out with the precision of a watchmaker, paying attention to every reaction she offers. When it's clear she likes something, he gives her more of it, then varies his work: new pressure, new speed.
(Really, this isn't so hard, he thinks, in a moment of hubris. His jaw aches a little, but it's a small price to pay.)