He licks me.

My initial concerns about this situation vanish as soon as he takes his clothes off and I can see what he’s been hiding in his pants. I’ve seen human men that were bigger, but I’ve certainly seen human men who were smaller.

“So where should we start?” I ask, my eyes on his stiffening cock.

“Right here.”

He ducks under the sheets at the foot of my bed, and starts to kiss his way up my legs, starting at my ankles. When he gets to my knees, I spread my legs to give him room, and when he reaches my thighs, I’m starting to feel a little dizzy. I feel his warm breath on my pussy, and then his tongue, and I lean back and let out a long sigh.

He starts slowly, just introducing himself and learning how I like to be touched. Either this isn’t his first time, or he’s a quick study. He lets the little sounds I make and the motion of my hips guide him, teasing me, stroking me.

He’s patient. He lets me moan, and purr, and clutch at the pillow and kick at the sheets. I lose track of time. I lose track of my name. I lose everything but the feel of his tongue on my clit.

I could happily let this go on all day, but I feel a familiar tension starting to build. My eyes fly open, I grab the headboard, and little quivers start to run over my body. Hale notices what’s happening and holds onto me, urging me on with every touch of his tongue.

My hips shake, my back arches, and I shout out loud as my orgasm hits me like an avalanche. Everyone in the neighborhood must hear me. Every lick is devastating, making me gasp and cry out and shudder. The blanket flies off onto the floor. I think I hear the bed crack.

Eventually the fire inside me starts to die, and I can see straight again, my heart pounding, my chest heaving. I look down, and see Hale’s reddish hair between my legs, and his strong fingers on my thighs. He gives me another kiss, and looks up into my eyes.

“From now on,” I tell him, “remind me to ask you for this instead of cinnamon rolls.”