When Axle stopped her to growl his words at her, Nalia couldn’t help but feel a tickle of pride. He’d been making her crazy for almost the entire time she knew him: pissing her off during their spar, egging her on with his looks, requesting her losing herself, using both words and touches, as he would leave her completely undone within herself over and over and over again. While he didn’t completely lose himself in this moment, he did show just a hint of frustration, a loss of control for a momentary blip, because of her. This definitely didn’t make up for everything he’d done to her, but it was certainly a start.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, she let him guide her. With her mouth open, she’d take him in as he directed her. As he moved her faster, her technique got messier, but in a good way. She closed her eyes, focusing on the task, her hands on his hips to hold herself from falling completely onto him, as saliva completely covered him and dripped off below, bits of the warm fluid running over his sack, falling down her breasts, and landing on the ground.<br/><br/>With his hands in her hair, grabbing her wet locks with authority, and feeling his hard erection twitch past her lips and against her tongue, her fingernails dug slightly into his skin where they rest. These sensations didn’t bring her any physical gratification, but the emotions they evoked within her were ones of thrill, adding even more only with his breathing echoing across the walls now that the shower had been turned off and all she could hear was him. A moan escaped her throat when it wasn’t obstructed by his head, vibrating over his shaft.<br/><br/>Nalia soon found herself directing herself again, ignoring his hands on her head save for his grip. She would set the pace, moving quickly still, but allowing herself moments in between every few thrusts over her head to just lick and swirl her tongue around him while taking a much needed breath. Those moments did not last long though as she would almost immediately dive right back in, continuing with her pace as if she hadn’t stopped. One of her hands would slide from his hip, removing her nails from his skin, and glide down to his balls, where she would then lightly, gently, massage the delicate organ. Once her hand was there, she made no move to take her mouth off of him any more. Completely focused only on bringing him a constant barrage of pleasure, she opened her eyes and stared straight up at him as she moved, his cock in a consistent state of disappearing and reappearing from behind her lips, over and over, her mouth sucking as she went, her one hand massaging, her other hand still on his hip still grabbing and squeezing and digging.<br/><br/>She wanted to see him come undone just as he did her previously. She wanted to see him lose his cool composure beneath her heated touch. She wanted to see his control completely melt away and run along her tongue in a wave of ecstasy and release. She wanted to taste every last bit of any semblance of self he could hold onto and give it to her, only to her, in this very moment, she would ensure she would have it.