"Of course not," Sebastian slid a few inches forward, on his elbows, to lean his face down, almost considering in his actions. Before he bent his head and took one long, slow, lick of her, all along her dripping slit and mixing the taste of blood and arousal on his tongue. "Why would I think that?" There seemed to be little wrong in his mind with carrying on a conversation between each lengthy, investigative licks along one side of her heat and then the others.
He slid his hands beneath her ass, making sure that her pelvis was tipped up just the way he wanted it, before he slid the fingers of one into stroking against her. The burst of sweetness mixed with the metallic saltiness of her blood in a way that he particularly liked, delving his tongue inside her slick channel for a better taste, as his fingers opened her to his attentions.
Soon it was those same fingers pressing into her as his lips found and closed around the little, shining pearl of her clit. Every action was slow, making use of the fact that he had all the time in the world, and making sure he got the most complete taste of her that he could want. Fingers in their slow press, the slow alternating between sucking and licking across her clit, Sebastian treated her like a feast, hot and savory, where everything had to be tasted and experienced.
The first time, the thousandth time, it didn't matter to him.