He obliged her need for a little more space and angle by lifting his hips up, pushing them slightly above the water as she moved back and leaned forward. Among his people, mating was usually over relatively quickly. Their displays were the foreplay, though he had heard about some people who dragged things out, exploring each other’s bodies. This must’ve been what those stories said. There was a sudden warms around one of his tips. The narrow and thin tip almost quivered at the heat of her tongue, and if he could, he would have pushed it into her. But he expressed great control—no need to ruin this apparent reward, and his mind was intoxicated by the scent of her sex. He swayed his hips left and right just slightly, as though he were in the natural dance, continuing to groan happily to the pleasure. He wanted so much more… What else would the human do? Not only that, but why was she acting like this with him?