Layla Miller

It was an encouraging noise. Jamie Madrox was not a man devoid of ego, and when it came to something like this, he knew he had a certain amount skill -- it was the sort of thing, really, that a man didn't really forget, even one of his background. He would've tried to make it good regardless, but it being her first time, he took special care, his hands staying put to keep her relatively still as his mouth continued to work, though it really wasn't a chore in the least. She was intoxicating in the very best sense of the word.