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Sothisis what it’s supposed to feel like.
“Oh, Birdie,” Dax moans as he feasts on my clit and I can’t stop the noises that escape even if I want to.
“You’re bare,” he mumbles into me, placing kisses all over my pussy before going back to lick at my clit again.
I lean up on my elbows and look at him between my legs as he devours my freshly shaven pussy. When I found the razor in the bathroom the other day, I thought I’d try it. Truth is, I’ve never shaved there before, hoping it would put Maxwell off, which it didn’t. And since I’ve been running, I haven’t had access to anything, much less a razor. So I saw my chance and took it, and I still don’t know how I feel about it.
“Do you like it?” I say carefully and watch as he lifts his face, his eyes meeting mine, his chin glistening.
“Birdie, you could have as much or as little hair here asyouwant. I’m going to feast on it as much as I can regardless. Now that I’ve tasted you, baby, I’m eating you every day. And one day,” he starts, kissing the inside of my thighs, “one day, when I finally put my dick here”—he pushes his tongue right into me and I moan loudly, dropping my head back—“it’s all going to feel just as fucking exceptional.”
He looks up at me as he swirls his tongue around my clit and a smirk graces his face.
“But for now, I just want you to come on my face, so lie back down and pull on my hair until I’ve licked every last inch of you.”
I do as he says without question, dropping my back onto the countertop and threading my fingers through his hair. He feasts and feasts, suckling at my clit, adding a finger to continue the torture as he extends my orgasm longer and longer.
“Dax,” I moan, pulling and pulling at his blond waves.
“That’s it, Birdie. Come in my mouth like a good girl.”
And I do. Fuck, do I come so hard I almost scream as I grind my pelvis into Dax’s face.
After following through on his promise and licking up every last drop he can, he emerges from between my legs and lifts himself up onto the counter, his legs on either side of my waist, his dick tucked back into his boxers, the tip peeking out.
I almost get embarrassed at my wetness glistening on his face, but his smile eases my emotions and I lean up and lick his chin, his lips, and then his tongue, as he lets me enter.
One thing that I’ve noticed with Dax so far is he hasn’t once pushed or demanded me to pleasure him back. He doesn’t care about his own pleasure, as long as he’s pleasing me. Growing up, I was taught that sex is for the men, not for the women, but Dax has proved that wrong in every way, and we haven’t even had sex yet.
I’ve been greedy, taking everything he’s offered without giving anything in return.
I think about my tongue on his shaft before and I look down at his dick, then back up at his face.
“Can I? Umm, can I?” I mutter, willing the words to fall from my lips but hating how they might sound.
“Can you what, Birdie?” Dax says back, no smirk or smug smile to be seen, just Dax trying to coax me into asking for what I want without embarrassment.
“Can I taste you now?” I build up the courage to say and Dax’s hand falls to the back of my neck, bringing our faces closer.
“You never have to ask for that,” he whispers, kissing me.
A fire has ignited in my stomach after the orgasm he gave me and the prospect of doing something to satisfy him only intensifies it.
One thing Maxwell never made me do was suck his dick and he never put his mouth on me either, and I’m fucking ecstatic that this is ours. Mine and Dax’s.
Dax swings his leg over me and jumps down from the counter, pulling my body to the edge and catching me as I slip off, holding me up right.
“Sit in the chair, baby.” Dax nods to the bar stool at the edge of the kitchen island. I sit in it and watch him walk over to me, hopping back up onto the edge of the counter, his legs open with me in between them.
I just look up at him until he gives me further instruction and blush at his piercing gaze.
He doesn’t rush me or do it himself. He just gives me the time to figure it out myself.
I place my hands gently on his thighs and with the calmness of before, I dip my hand into his boxers and pull him out, pulling his boxers down slightly as Dax lifts his hips.
I stroke his shaft a couple times before leaning closer, intimidated by his size and not wanting to choke or fail at this.
“Whatever you do, Birdie, it’s going to feel so fucking good, okay?” Dax says and the reassurance steadies my thrashing heartbeat. I lean down and lick the tip, tasting a drop of pre-cum as I do and swallowing down the salty taste. Dax takes a deep breath in and I keep going, wrapping my lips around the red, bulging tip and sucking gently. He doesn’t move, just lets me explore at my own pace.
