In time. Night Sky was still gauging his repsonses; glad they only had that one little hiccup so far.

She hooked a leg over the arm of the chair, spread herself wider still, and sank down, slouched so he did not have to go far to bury his face between her thighs. A shiver rolled through her the moment his tongue touched the sensitive bundle of nerves; made her moan appreciatively. Night Sky sank her fingers into his hair, slid them back, and pressed against the back of his head, holding tight and shoving him back into her cunt if he tried to ease away. "Pinch if you need to." Since speaking might be... difficult with the way she rocked her hips into his face.