And now handjob.

She has an unerring tendency to touch his dick exactly as he wants it to be touched.

It's quite impressive. He has no idea how she just knows, but she does, and it seems rude to look a gift horse in the mouth.

There is lots of helpless kissing of her neck in lieu of words.

She brings him right up close to the edge and... stops.

He is Dignified and Stoic and definitely does not make a high pitched whining noise.

Well, let's try that a second time. And a third.

(It is getting increasingly difficult to think through the haze of pleasure.)

Thinking is overrated when there's an Evie right there.

Mm. Maybe his hand can be put on her cunt again now that he's too fucked stupid to be thinking about things like "women aren't supposed to be aggressive."

Women aren't meant to be aggressive? He's meant to care about what people are supposed to do anyway? This seems very irrelevant compared to the fact that Evie has a cunt and he has a hand and these things can be combined.

Good boy. 

Hell yes he's very good, but Evie is better.

An impulse tickles at the back of Jing Yi's mind: he should eat her out. It would be a very good idea. His mouth starts kissing her thighs without his permission.

He isn't sure exactly what he's doing, but instinct and enthusiasm has served him well so far.

And now instinct and enthusiasm (and a little bit of mind control) say he should be licking at her clit instead of just touching it with his hands. 

Well, he has no reason not to do that?

And now she is whimpering again and tightening her thighs around his head.

Whimpering is very good.

And he bets Increased Enthusiasm will only Increase The Whimpering.

Mm, yes.

Her cunt tastes very good, in a way that's hard to describe. It quenches a thirst deep inside him, like water when you've been outside in the heat running for an hour. 

Have straight people been doing this all the time? Except probably no, and a lot of this is likely just Evie. But still.

It's not even that eating her out is sexy. He's enjoyed sucking people off before, of course, he's gotten hard doing it, but in this his dick seems totally irrelevant. It is satisfying in some sort of deep way, like a full stomach or being cozy in bed when it's warm outside; and there's very much the sense that to continue to be satisfied his lips and tongue will continue to need to work on her clit. 

And why would he do anything else? There's no reason not to chase that bone deep satisfaction.

It feels, in a certain literal sense, like he is eating her; he's filling his mouth with her, the scent and the taste and the warmth of her body, and it's filling him up with a warm sort of glow. You are, as they say, what you eat, and he's eating Evie and he's going to become Evie, his entire mind and body reshaped to be her. 

There's food-as-pleasure and food-as-source-of-nourishment, and this is both. He is consuming and being filled, and in some ways he is being consumed too, being sculpted and reshaped by this feast.

Time passes, somewhere in between seconds and hours, and all of it blurs together into a pleasurable haze. His lips and tongue are tired but that's not important.

He could do this all day. ...mentally. Physically is more in question but he does not care.

Jing Yi has, of course, read his Freud or at least popularizers thereof, and he's aware that clitoral orgasms are immature and unsatisfying compared to the true feminine vaginal orgasm. Although Evie, judging from her moans, seems significantly more confused on this point.