"Oh," Raxta breathed, still studying him curiously, before she steadied him in her hand and brought her warm mouth down over him with a soft, growling moan. If he had not yet come, well, it was hardly fair not to return what he had given her. She had no qualms about that as her tongue explored the shape and taste of him with the same enthusiasm as though she were sampling a fine delicacy for the first time.
She bobbed on him, bringing him almost all the way out before sinking him back in, trying to emulate mating from the best of her understanding--from what she had glimpsed during past ceremonies. And when his fingers once again touched her, she moaned around him, hips swaying in time to his motions.
She withdrew briefly with a long, slow swipe of her tongue, gasping and looking up to meet his eyes. "This will be Xoco's first season, too," she said, and nursed at the tip of his cock. "Would you want her?" And then she took him in deep, testing her own limits, withdrawing only when she felt she might choke.