Page 68 of Saviour
“Did I say you could speak?”
My sudden interruption shocks him and he closes his mouth, compliant once more. His dick hardens with every second and I’m eager to get to it, but I love playing with him.
I step a little closer and Dax straightens his back, his face now directly in front of my pussy, and I know he can smell the desire on me. I lift a leg and place it over his shoulder, my stiletto heel digging into his back, but he doesn’t even flinch, just lifts his arm to hold my thighs to keep me steady.
“Make me come.”
He doesn’t hesitate. Using his teeth to pull my thong aside, his tongue dives right into my folds and he licks straight up my slit before sucking on my clit. He’s relentless and doesn’t slow down his pace once, savouring me like I’m his last meal on earth. I tilt my head back in ecstasy, my hands getting lost in his blond curls, pulling gently at the roots.
I can hear my arousal against his mouth and as his tongue expertly works in and out of me. His grip on my thighs tightens as he feasts and I push my heel further into him, loving the dent it’s leaving on his back.
I look down at him to see him looking right at me and it’s the last straw.
I let go of everything and moan my release, grinding onto his face. My leg feels like it’s about to give in, so once I come down from my orgasm, I lift my leg off Dax’s back and steady myself on two feet.
Bending at the waist, I hold Dax by the chin and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips and tongue and moaning into his mouth. After a raw and passionate kiss, I trail my lips against his cheek and to his ear, taking his lobe into my mouth before whispering in his ear.
“I want you, Dax, and you weren’t ready. But I am, so now you’ll submit to me. Understand?”
He nods quickly and a thrill of excitement comes over me when I know he’s on board.
I walk over to the bathroom, albeit on shaky legs, but with a sexy strut no less and turn to look at him over my shoulder, watching him still kneeling where I left him.
“Come on, big man.” I wink and disappear into the bathroom, hopping up onto the counter.
Dax walks in a few seconds later and waits in front of me. I look him up and down and hate how clothed he is, so I demand he takes them all off, piece by piece.
Dax undoes his tie, threading it out from his collar and dropping it onto the floor and slowly starts to undo the buttons on his white shirt. I love that he’s wearing suits every day again. It does something to me.
Dax drops the shirt from his shoulders and I bite my bottom lip when I see the bar of his nipple piercing glittering in the dim light of the bathroom.
He moves on to his trousers, undoing the button and pulling them down his legs, his boxers quickly following.
His dick stands proudly, probing into his stomach, and I squirm on the counter.
“Touch yourself,” I whisper, nodding to his hand, and again Dax follows my orders, gripping his cock in his hand and moving it up and down his shaft in slow strokes.
“You’re going to do that until you come. The slower you go, the longer it’ll be before you can fuck me.”
I have no idea where my dirty mouth has come from. It's normally Dax with the dirty words, but he seems to like it anyway.
Dax’s hand speeds up and I watch him in awe as he works himself. The drips of pre-cum glisten on his head, every now and then dripping down his thumb as he rubs it down his shaft. It takes everything in me not to jump down from the counter and lick it off.
Dax starts to grunt and I know he’s close and he looks at my body, his dick aiming towards me, but I shake my head.
“Nuh-uh. On you. I want to watch you come all over yourself.”
Dax looks mad for a second, but it’s gone in a flash because his eyes are on mine and spurts of cum are streaking from his tip all over his hand, stomach and dripping onto the floor. He pants heavily, his eyes never leaving mine, his hand slowing to a stop, but not letting go of his dick.
“Good boy,” I whisper and his dick twitches again.
I love how he looks at me, like he could ruin me in minutes but is letting me take control.
I hop off the counter and bend, lowering my tongue to his stomach to lick off his release. He moans softly when I reach his hand that’s still gripping his cock.
I lick over his fingers and up his shaft, suckling softly on his head, feeling him twitch in my mouth. I lick him clean then stand up to face him, rubbing my thumb over my lips, smudging my red lipstick.
“Mmm.”
