Javik suppressed a smile when he heard his name, hands tightening their grip on her slightly. She felt good - both physically and what he could sense from her emotionally - and he didn't let up for a good while.

When he did back off, his pressed his lips to her clit in a mock kiss, before letting his tongue slid down further, tasting her again. Alien physiology or not, she was wet and that was good. More than good, really, that simple fact sending a rush of arousal down to his still hard cock. That was for later, though.

He moved one arm up, keeping her thigh trapped in the crook of his elbow, so his hand was free to travel between her legs. His thumb continued stroking her clit, slowly, while his tongue went back to the rest of her, carefully settling against her entrance.