I just need Edward Kenway to eat me out. Imagine the depth of the moans emerging from his mouth as his fingertips dig into the back of your sensitive thighs. He’d completely lose himself in pleasing you. He’s an expert in the pussy eating practice and he’d make sure that you knew it. When you tug on his hair, he’d only get harder and more eager to taste you. Whilst one hand grips your thighs, the other would take your hand and smooth his thumb over your knuckles in the same way that his tongue moves between your folds.
Imagine how many times he’d make you come, giving you only a moment to gather yourself again before lowering back down between your thighs. Only stopping to whisper sweetly to you, words dripping off his tongue. By the time you tell him you can’t take anymore, he’s exhausted. He would rest his head on your stomach, enjoying the feeling of you softly scratching his scalp before kissing down your stomach and down each thigh before dragging himself off the bed to fetch a towel and carefully cleanse your soaked skin, smirking up at you while the towel swipes away any evidence of your previous pleasure.