Page 41 of Saviour
Dax lifts my chin again and there’s a wicked smile on his face.
“Did you keep listening?” he whispers, not letting me break eye contact.
I nod and blush even further.
“Did you hear me moan your name when I came?”
I startle back a little, but he doesn’t let me.
“Because I did, Rori. I do. Every. Fucking. Time.”
His lips meet mine again, his hand disappearing to the back of my neck.
“Did you play with yourself?” he whispers, slowing the kiss down.
I shake my head, remembering the morning after when I started to go there but could never finish. I never can without nasty thoughts of Maxwell creeping into my brain.
“Why not?” he questions innocently. I battle with myself on how much to open up to him, but I feel safe with Dax.
“I haven’t, umm. I’ve never, uhh—” I stumble over my words when he kisses my lips softly and rubs circles on my cheeks.
“You’ve never touched yourself?”
I shake my head and he looks intently between my eyes.
“Has anyone?”
I know what he’s asking me without asking me and I decide there’s no point lying anymore.
“Not with permission,” I reply honestly, my voice the tiniest of whispers.
I feel his instant shock, followed by anger, and then the sympathy comes rolling off of him in waves, but that’s not what I want from him. For once in my life, I want something else. Something more.
“But I give you permission,” I say bravely, catching him off guard before he can respond.
He has the smallest of smiles on his face before leaning in for another kiss and each second gets more heated.
I can feel him trying to resist grinding his hips, but I want it. Need it.
So I lift my leg over his hip and place my centre right against his crotch, and Dax lets go a little of his restraint. He grabs my ass and pushes me onto his hard length, a moan leaving both of our lips as he rubs against my clit.
“Rori?” Dax questions as his lips trail across my jaw and onto my neck.
I know he’s asking permission to take this a little further. I can feel his fingers digging into my thighs, desperate to move between them.
I can do this. I can.
“It’s okay,” I reply, reassuring him that Iamokay.
I really am.
Dax's hand slides from my ass, over my hip, and across my upper thigh, and with a featherlight brush, he rubs his thumb against my clit and when I don’t pull away, even though all of my instincts scream to stop it, his hand travels up to the waistband on my leggings and he slips his hand underneath.
He gently grazes the edge of my knickers before he slowly breaches them and one finger slips in gently between my folds.
I hear my wetness before anything else and almost cringe, ready to stop this altogether, but when Dax’s finger swipes over my clit, a shot of ecstasy I’ve never felt before bursts in my stomach.
“Rori, you’re so wet.” Dax kisses my neck and I freeze, hearing Maxwell’s voice, and Dax doesn’t miss it. His hand slides out of my trousers so fast I almost cry in appreciation. My breathing picks up a little and I scrunch my eyes tight, trying to push his voice out of my head.
