Page 45 of Saviour

“I love your hair in plaits,” he whispers, his thumb tracing my bottom lip, and a small smile creeps onto my face.

“Open your eyes, Birdie,” he says gently, kissing both of my eyelids before I flutter them open, seeing him directly over me.

“Am I still your girl?” I whisper, terrified that he won’t want me after learning I’ve been used and left broken.

Shock crosses his features first before he creases his eyebrows, his eyes turning stern.

“You’ll always be my girl, Rori. You can run, you can hide, you can cry. You can spill all of your secrets to me. You can bear all of your burdens onto me. Spit fire, rain ash. Open up the doors to heaven or hell and I will follow you, one step behind. You’ll always be my girl.” My eyes water, tears slipping down my cheeks, into the palm of his hands. “And I fucking love your hair in plaits, Birdie.”

He leans down and kisses me passionately, and I whimper into his mouth, a loud sob full of emotion, and he takes it all. I tangle my fingers into his hair and down his neck, arching my back off the counter, trying to reach as much of him as I can with him hovering over me upside down.

His right hand travels down my neck and in between my breasts, and he slowly travels his fingers lightly across my nipple, pinching gently, and I squeeze my legs together, the pleasure building up.

He pulls his lips away from mine and leans over, wrapping his mouth over my nipple through the thin material of his T-shirt I threw on this morning. I moan, my back arching into him as I run my hands over his back above me.

He moves on to the other nipple, sucking more forcefully and trailing his hand lower and lower until his fingers rest at the waistband of my shorts.

He pauses his fingers but doesn’t stop sucking and I push my hips up slightly.

“Yes,” I whisper breathlessly. “Yes, Dax.”

And he doesn’t need any more permission before his finger slides under my shorts and in between my folds, swirling over my clit, and he pushes one finger straight into me.

His chest is now directly over my face and I inhale his vanilla scent through his T-shirt and as he continues to play and suck, I get impatient and push his top up to his neck and latch my eyes onto his nipple piercing.

I extend my neck and suck on the metal bar, loving the cold metal against my warm tongue.

He adds another finger, stretching me, and I lose myself in ecstasy, trailing my hands wherever I can get them. I reach around him and squeeze his ass hard in my hands before slowly trailing them forward and grabbing his bulge with both hands.

“Oh,” I whimper as another finger enters me and Dax bites my nipple.

“Aurora,” he rasps and the way he says my full name has me clenching around his fingers paused inside of me. I stop my hands and hold on to his bulge through his trousers, waiting for his next words.

“If you’re going to touch me, Birdie, you do it properly. Understand?”

I blush and nod, even though my face is buried underneath him, and I undo the button on his trousers and slowly pull the zipper down. I tilt my chin up so I can see better and reach my hand into his black boxers, wrapping it around his dick and softly pulling him out.

Dax grunts, and his fingers continue to pump in and out of me, his mouth back on my nipple, the shirt soaked through.

I grip his dick and try to act like his size isn’t completely terrifying to me. He’s thick and smooth as I rub my hand up and down him, my fingers not meeting my thumb as I do. I watch what I’m doing, mesmerised by the way he looks and feels, for a moment, completely curious. I never willingly touched Maxwell, and his dick was a lot smaller than Dax’s, but he still caused so much pain. But how could Dax ever hurt me? And I realise that it wasn’t the size of the dick that hurt but the way it was used and without consent. When Maxwell used to get his dick out, it disgusted me and sent fear rushing through my veins, but it doesn’t feel like that with Dax.

I’m beginning to realise everything feels different with Dax.

I move slowly, trying to make it feel good for him and hoping my lack of experience doesn’t put him off. But my hand finds a steady motion and I pick up the pace, moving my wrist quicker with each stroke.

The noises Dax makes around my nipple spur me on and his fingers pelt in and out of me so fast I can feel the tension building, my orgasm cresting. And as I get more confident, I extend my neck even further, until his dick is right over my face and with every ounce of bravery I can find, I dart out my tongue and lick him from the base to the tip. This is something I never did with Maxwell, and I’m not sure where the idea came from now. But I couldn’t help myself.

Dax grunts loudly and before I’ve even licked the full way up his shaft, he pulls his fingers out and pushes himself up onto the counter. Dodging my head, he swings his legs around and lands on the other side, parting my legs and gripping the waistband of my shorts.

“Oh, Birdie, if you think you’re tasting me before I get to taste you, you’ve got another thing coming.”

His face is inches above my pussy that is only covered by the thin material of my shorts and he pauses, his eyes on mine, heat reflecting in his dark brown irises but also patience and respect.

He’s waiting for my permission.

I bite my lip, considering my options, but I know he’ll take care of me and this is something I never shared with Maxwell, so I know this is more right than it could ever be. I nod and he slowly pulls my shorts down my legs, throwing them onto the floor. And with one last look into my eyes, waiting for me to back out, he lowers his head between my legs, dragging his tongue through my pussy, his eyes never leaving mine. And I swear to God it is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

I moan loudly, squirming underneath him and trying to close my legs, but Dax holds my thighs, pushing them onto the counter.

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