"Hey Glire."

There's something different about the tone of Cayen's voice, but I can't place it right away. Could be that the book is drawing too much of my attention.

"Mm?" I reply, and an ear swivels into place to hear her better.

There isn't an immediate response, but I know she's approaching. I look up just in time to see her kneeling between my legs.

"Cayen, wh--"

"I want to suck your outie."

"...Yeah?" It immediately perks upon hearing its name.

Cayen nods. "Yeah. I just, I looked over, and you were reading, and you're so cute when you're reading--" I can feel myself blushing at this, the tips of my ears getting warm. "--and I just, I dunno. I want to suck it."

"Um, well, uh..." I'm flustered. I don't know how to say what I want, so I meekly nod, and Cayen grins at me, and my knees turn to water.

"Just sit back. In fact, keep reading if you want. Just... let me... take care of you."

Her cheek nuzzles my inner thigh, and suddenly I can hear my own heartbeat. My brain latches onto the suggestion to keep reading in lieu of anything better to do at a time like this, and I return my eyes to it, its pages obscuring Cayen in my field of view. I can feel the softness of her cheek against me, up and down. Her nose is almost pressed up against my groin. I try to read the same sentence three or four times. All I can focus on is the feel of Cayen's cheek... nn, now her tongue... on my thigh.

"Cayen..." I manage. It sounds like the moan it is.

"Does that feel good?" she says, and her hands move up my thighs and under my skirt.

"Mmhmm."

She begins rubbing me through my panties-- god, that feels wonderful. Bright, intense, deeply arousing, and I begin straining them. They quickly get pushed to one side, and I feel myself inflating rapidly as I'm freed.

Cayen goes quiet, but I can feel her leaning in, and the lightest of kisses land on my ovaries. I read the same few sentences again. Sometimes I parse a word from them. My hand reaches out, finds her head, and by touch moves to scritch her cheek. I can hear her purring. Somehow that soothes my excitement enough that I'm not trembling.

She kisses up my shaft and waits until the tip is pressed against her lips before she extends her tongue, flicking it against me. As of now the book is nothing more than a blindfold, but still I can't bring myself to put it down. Even when I can feel her tongue running up and down my shaft. Even when I can feel her rubbing my ovaries. Even when her lips wrap around me and I moan her name again.

"Mm," she replies, and begins bobbing.

She isn't going quickly. She's taking her time, savouring me. Her mouth waters around me, and my shaft gets wetter as her mouth slides up and down it. Her tongue is so soft as it rubs along the underside. I, I feel like I need to do something, I have nothing to do, I don't know what to do with myself... I put the book down and begin scritching her ears, and she lets out a little appreciative moan, but it's not quite enough to alleviate the light, irrational feeling of selfishness I get when I'm the centre of attention.

"Ca-ahh-yen..." I say, caught in the middle of a tongue-swirl. "Is there... mmf... is there anything I can..."

She pulls her mouth off me and laps at her palm, and strokes me while she talks to me. "You don't have to do anything," she says. "This is what I wanna do. If you wanna finger me or something later, I'm totally up for that, but right now I just want you to sit there and enjoy me. Okay?"

The growing guilt at not having properly reciprocated begins to recede, and I nod to her. I do want to do that to her. But I can wait. God, if only waiting was always this nice... her mouth returns to my body, and my arms fall slack to the couch. she puts my hand in hers, and somehow that simple, intimate act recontextualizes everything she's doing to me.

"Romantic," I murmur down to her. She nods, her eyes twinkling bright with happiness.

God, her eyes are beautiful. And her lips, and the... the way my thing keeps sliding between them... my face is tingling now, and I get lost in watching her. I can see myself twitch in her mouth, and the deep pink my shaft gets when it's at its stiffest. My ears pick up every little slurp from her sucking, her cheeks convex, and I can barely stand it. I close my eyes.

My ovaries draw up close to my body as Cayen's fingertips delicately brush their surface. Nn, twitching, and I let out a genuine moan, and turn my head away. It feels so good, I can feel it starting to build, deep inside me, and I want to warn her but I can only moan and I hope my tone is clear enough...

Oh god...

Oh...

F-fuck...

Fleeex-- release! Twitch, twitch, twitch, cum spurting out, sucking, groaning, oh god so much, squirming, can't take it, that warm mouth, intense... nng... I can still feel a few more twitches left in the relevant muscles, and Cayen doesn't appear interested in moving off my shaft until her lips feel every one of them, because she's still holding me in her mouth, and-- oh god, twitch --she swallows my cum around me, her tail flicking excitedly enough that it's whapping at my ankles.

Eventually, she withdraws, slowly, making sure every little bit of cum is free from my shaft and in her mouth, and sits on her heels with a pleased grin on her face. I can't believe she just did that for me. A wave of gratitude nearly bowls me over, and I'm sitting down.

I raise my arms as if for a hug, and she understands the request; she immediately gets up and climbs into my lap, presses herself against me, and kisses me. I taste myself on her tongue, but I don't mind. I just need to kiss her, need to hold her in my arms and be held.

Eventually, our kiss breaks, and she looks all sheepish and cute at me, like she always does when she does something as brazen as that. "Didja have fun?"

I nod. "Did you?"

"Uh-huh." she licks her lips, and the next thing that would have passed through my thoughts is obliterated.

"You're incredibly orally fixated, aren't you." I ask with a goofy little smile on my face.

"Uh-huh!" She's proud of her oral skills, she's told me as such, and I know, and she knows I know. It's less a question that requires an answer and more an opportunity to make her admit it.

I laugh. "Well, uh... maybe I should give you something to keep sucking on." I offer her two of my fingers, and with a squee, she kisses the tips.

"Thank you," she says with a little grin, and draws them into her mouth too. Mm, that feels good too... but now, at least, the din of arousal has subsided a little, and I have a clearer head for other things.

My hand makes its way between her legs and finds her clit, and she squirms in my lap. "Mm, you suggested fingering, but I couldn't decide on above or below. So I'm gonna do both, okay?" She nods, giving me a look that in no uncertain terms tells me that she finds the idea as hot as I do.

I flash her a grin. "Good." I have to raise my voice a little to talk over the moan.

"You just sit there and enjoy me."