He was just out of her reach propped up on his elbow, and she was of half a notion to crane up to him when he rubbed himself against her and it sent off sparks in her mind that made her forget the idea. Letting out a low, shaking moan, her back lifted off the sheets, hips rolling to press against him as her eyes slipped half-shut. Then his cock slid lower, and though the drag of it against her slick, swollen flesh made her squirm pleasantly, she couldn't help tensing just a little as he slowly, just for a moment, pressed into her. Her muscles clenched around him as her hips juddered - and then he pulled away before she could do more than register the burning heat of just him barely inside her.
It was weird, really, that at the same time as Niko was discovering the differences between her and a human - so was she. Niko, the only other person whose bare skin she could really remember touching, had come to feel so normal to her that it was her own skin which felt alien. The oddness of it would fade eventually, but for now she was taking in everything about how her skin felt almost greedily - the heat of it, how much smoother it was, vague differences to how it gave under her fingers that she couldn't have expected.
This time it was her own skin she inadvertently dug her nails into - with a jump - at Niko's mouth on her. First on her nipple, and then lower - she pushed herself up, propped herself on one hand as he reached her hips. Fascinated in a way that bordered on the perverse, she took in the darkening lines of the scratches she'd left on her side, her nipple glistening wet, and...
She was indeed gasping for air at the first touch of his tongue, sliding hot and wet up between her lips. A breathy sound escaped her before she could bite it back, and though part of her wanted to tilt her head back, sink back down and into that sensation, she stayed still but for the flex and roll of her hips, the flexing of her thighs. Watching his tongue on her was crude and erotic and made her nerves tingle, and her free hand drifted down from where it had been at her collarbone to cup her breast, touch less hesitant than before.
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It was weird, really, that at the same time as Niko was discovering the differences between her and a human - so was she. Niko, the only other person whose bare skin she could really remember touching, had come to feel so normal to her that it was her own skin which felt alien. The oddness of it would fade eventually, but for now she was taking in everything about how her skin felt almost greedily - the heat of it, how much smoother it was, vague differences to how it gave under her fingers that she couldn't have expected.
This time it was her own skin she inadvertently dug her nails into - with a jump - at Niko's mouth on her. First on her nipple, and then lower - she pushed herself up, propped herself on one hand as he reached her hips. Fascinated in a way that bordered on the perverse, she took in the darkening lines of the scratches she'd left on her side, her nipple glistening wet, and...
She was indeed gasping for air at the first touch of his tongue, sliding hot and wet up between her lips. A breathy sound escaped her before she could bite it back, and though part of her wanted to tilt her head back, sink back down and into that sensation, she stayed still but for the flex and roll of her hips, the flexing of her thighs. Watching his tongue on her was crude and erotic and made her nerves tingle, and her free hand drifted down from where it had been at her collarbone to cup her breast, touch less hesitant than before.