Awkward Turtle [Razi]

A sense of self-satisfaction was written all over her features. Razi wasn't normally one to act like this, but now that she'd started she found it highly entertaining to watch him go from uneasy to sort of melting under her calculated attentions, every movement seeming to succeed in drawing him into the carefully crafted haze. There was a purr-like growl rumbling in her chest as she pressed on, licking and nibbling her way down his throat, gentle but firm and insistent.

Feeling the man responding positively to her actions, Razi smirked at he leaned into her. After pressing her muzzle against him and nipping lightly where his jaw met his throat, she grew braver. Bolder. The woman ducked her head and lowered herself just enough to try and slide her front end under his chest, nose snaking forward and up to brush lightly against his chin if he so allowed. Her voice was an intoxicating coo and she whispered, "Don't think, just go with the feeling. You'll like it." Would he relax and let the moment consume his better judgement? She sure hoped so, it'd be a shame to have wasted all this effort.