He knelt before her.  Running his hands down her soft curves. He rested his cheek against her stomach.<br/>Nuzzling her navel with his nose, her gave her little lick, then smiling, he dropped further, until he was facing her thick open lips.  His tongue softly grazed her, and her cupped her full buttocks, clenching his fingers to press into the firm, but soft flesh.<br/>He pressed his face into her. Lips to angled lips. Tongue delving like a burrowing rabbit.<br/>Her clit was beginning to swell and he rubbed his nose against it as his dextrous tongue lifted to draw hard across the G-spot.  The gengineered lingual muscle slid five inches in - to thrust and twist, gathering her honeys, transferring them to his hungry mouth.<br/>"Pilot Montoya, you taste like nutmeg and something else wonderful..."<br/>He waited until her knes were shaking, before  removing his tongue and spinning it around her clit. Once it was swollen like a tiny cherry, it was sucked hard into his mouth.  His incisors clamped lightly, but firmly around her.  She was imprisoned, and was going to serve her sentence of pleasure.<br/>His tongue brushed her hard and fast, until he felt spasming within her, then smiling, he stood and said.. "Are you ready then?"  He lay back on the deck, and held up his arms to her.