you're welcome for the emotional whiplash

The good news for them both was that Soh didn’t expect perfection. She may not know what to expect, exactly, but she knew that this had to be a skill that one honed over time. The only way to get better at it was to try it, to communicate, and adjust in the future. So the unspoken promise of a next time bothered her not at all, and she grinned into Zavien’s neck in response.

Once she was on the bed, she sprawled back as he kissed her, smiling into the kiss as he tugged at her pants. His breathy whisper had her nodding. ”Okay,” she murmured, watching the nervous way he shifted, hearing it in his voice. But it didn’t deter him from brushing one last kiss against her lips before kneeling between her legs. If anything, her own nerves spiked to see him there, feeling exposed in a way that she never had before. What if he hated this? What if she tasted bad? What if she disappointed him in some way?

For a moment, Zavien paused, and Soh wondered if he was going to change his mind, but he leaned forward to run his tongue along her core, coaxing a soft intake of breath from her. It might not have been particularly skilled - it was more testing than anything - but it was very different from the feeling of anything else that had ever touched her there, and her heart rate kicked up as she adjusted to the foreign sensation.

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