The further they went together, the more Axle had suspected there was another side to the lively, independent, sarcastic young woman in front of him. But still she could have easily given him a defiant look, a push, a "you wish" type of response when he let his dominant side shine through more. The fact that she didn't, he took as a sign of trust. It was a sign that he valued deeply and was humbled by - even if his mind was in an overwhelmingly horny cloud. A period of rest after this, to let all of these emotions calm down and the experiences sink in, and to let her come back from her submissive space, would probably not be a bad thing.<br/><br/>But in this moment? He couldn't help but admire her as she took up her task with the utmost dedication. As the man breathed slowly, he let her caress his skin with the foamy, porous material and enjoyed the soft sensations, moving his arms to let her work them easier. Her journey down his abdomen didn't fail to make him breathe deeper but the fact that she held back at his pelvis made him smile wide. When her chest made contact with his, the latter heaved lightly with his breaths, and with her eyes focused only on his gaze, the blind labour of her hands made him look back at her with a loving flame. She managed to make the task of washing feel immensely intimate and sensual, her fingertips bringing goosebumps and light shivers wherever they traced. His already cleaned hands lay possessively on her hips until she began to move down while they slid up her sides, before eventually moving away to let her descend even more.<br/><br/>"Fuck," he groaned, tersely. The soft brush of her breasts from tip to base felt pretty great, but it was the erotic quality of the way she moved about him that got him, above all else. The soldier couldn't take his eyes off her as she went above and beyond - her skin, nails and massaging touches only adding to her kneeling display of devotion - and yet she was also in control in her position, keeping him on edge without fail. It gave him an intoxicating thrill.<br/><br/>When she looked up with her question, he gave her a nod in confirmation. The movement along his tense member made him let out an audible breath, before he cupped her cheek and affirmed: "Not an inch".<br/>His eyes closed when her hand wrapped around with pleasurable pressure to massage all that soap in, slowly, drawing breaths and needy groans from the depths of his lungs. Even as she increased the rhythm slightly over time, it was not enough... only fuel for more desire. When the rinse of the sponge cleared away the soap, his eyes opened again to witness her sensual lick that made his flesh quiver - then he slowly turned off the shower, and slid his hands into her hair as she parted her lips to take him in.<br/><br/>His breaths only grew heavier, and mixed with the sounds of tension as she slid so very slowly down, then squeezed his length with pressure, before pulling back and inhaling. His cock, already glistening with her saliva, twitched with desire when she took it down her tongue again. But... so slowly. Every bit of her devotion had filled him with burning desire. When she pulled away again, he stopped her momentarily by her chin, and lifted it slightly to bring her eyes to his. "Enough with the teasing," he growled then.<br/><br/>One hand at the back of her head, the other at her chin. He let her catch her breath, before guiding her head down and sliding both hands into her hair again, this time with grip and purpose, commanding. Spurred by need, he pushed her head down slightly faster, though careful not to force it too deep, before pulling it back up - moving slightly faster than her rhythm before, and then gradually more, and more. His hold on her was firm, but flexible enough to allow her to take over if she wanted - or to be instantly aware of her pushback if she wanted to stop.<br/>His body didn't move except for the hands at her head, guiding her mouth while staying mindful of the threshold to her throat as well as her breathing, as he worked her head into a steady bob if she followed his desire. The moments of gratification of the need in his core would already bring out a cascade of shaky groans, but still he craved...<i>more</i>. To chase the edge of his arousal and leap over it - for a hard, sloppy, ecstatic peak much like the ones he'd thrust her into before.