His tongue retreated, eyes looking back up at her when she spoke. "I am out of practice."

Her jest, and his boast, but it didn't matter. The point was to make her feel good, and he could use every ounce of his sensory ability to find just that right place or bit of pressure to make her toes curl. They might as well make this last.

When her hips moved against him, he went back to work. His thumb had never stopped, but now his tongue teased at her a few times, before sliding into her. His tongue was sharp and thin, not quite like a human's, but long - longer than it had any right to be, anyways. He didn't go deep, stroking slowly to gauge her acceptance.