Page 9 of Saving Saul

I chuckle. “ I didn’t. I just told Gavin’s PA to buy it in your size. I knew Wardrobe had it.”

She pauses. “So you want to know my size? Is this a way for you to find out if I’m your type?”

I quickly move to the wall and hope she feels my nearness. “Tessa, I don’t care what you look like, baby, because I know you’re beautiful. Your inside is too pretty for your outside, but not too much. I bought you that lingerie because I wanted you to feel sexy. If you allow me tonight, I want to make you come.”

Her voice hitches, and then she chuckles. “Now, Mr. Mensah, I’ve heard of magic dick, but I don’t think even yours can get me off through a wall.”

I snort. “Cute. No, sweetheart, I’m going to get you off with my words; now change and get ready.”

“Okay, bossy,” she teases. “Well, what are you wearing?”

“I’m wearing my favorite jeans and nothing else.” I press play on the speaker remote, and D’Angelo’s “Cruisin’”starts to play.

“Hmmm,” she hums, “I love that song.” When I hear her shuffling around, I smile. A moment later, she announces, “I’m done. Now what?”

“Have you taken your panties off? I need that pretty pussy bare for what I have in mind.”

“Yes, Saul,” her voice shakes, and I know she’s just as turned on as I am.

“Now, sweetheart, I need you to lay down on your back and listen to every word I say.”

"All right," she replies softly as I picture her settling onto the cashmere blanket. Her touch becomes real in my mind—velvety softness against her skin, warmed by the shared heat bridging this virtual space between us.

"Close your eyes," I guide gently. "Feel each breath filling your lungs as your chest rises… then falls again slowly."

My words paint vivid pictures meant solely for Tessa without any distractions. "Imagine my fingers tracing along yourjawline… slowly down your neck… across your collarbone. Can you feel them there? Softly skimming over your sensitive skin?"

Her breath hitches just slightly. "Yes," she replies breathlessly.

"Good girl," my voice rewards as if physically present. Now let your hands wander… over your shoulders… down your arms… and over your waistline… resting momentarily on your hips before continuing their way down. Feel the warmth of your touch as it travels across your body, reminding you of who you are—strong and sensual, mine."

She whimpers my name, and my dick gets so hard I think it may break.

"Now, imagine my voice as it caresses every part of you," I continue softly, anchoring her to this moment where only our minds are connected across time and space. "Imagine me whispering sweet nothings into your ear… words that make you tremble… make you wet, like how good I know that sweet juicy pussy is going to feel wrapped around Daddy’s dick. How I’m going to fuck you to sleep and then wake you up in the morning with my head between your thighs.

“Oh shit…” she moans.

I feel the connection growing stronger with every word, and I want to make sure Tessa knows how much I care about this moment between us. "Imagine now, my hands replacing yours… gently caressing every inch of skin beneath them. Your eyes flutter slightly, meeting mine in the darkness as our connection deepens.”

The silence is heavy with anticipation. I can practically feel her heart beating against her chest. “Are you ready for more?” I whisper, ensuring she’s comfortable with the direction this is taking.

"Yes," she breathes out, sending shivers down my spine. "Please continue."

"All right," I begin softly, my voice filled with tenderness as it fills the space between us. "Imagine me lowering my head, taking your earlobe gently between my teeth, and giving it a playful nibble. I then kiss my way down your neck and trail small pecks across your collarbone before tracing the outline of your breast with the tip of my tongue. I can feel their hardness beneath the fabric, yearning for my touch just as much as you are."

"Oh, Saul…” she moans again, her voice thick with a desire that matches mine perfectly.

I let out a low growl at the sound of my name on her lips and continue painting this picture for us. I take my dick out and spit in my hand before I begin rubbing my flesh in hard, firm strokes.

“Guess what, sweetheart.”

“W-what?” She stutters.

Daddy’s taken his dick out just for you, and he’s weeping to be inside you. I wish you could lick the tip clean for me. That’s what you’re doing right now, aren’t you? You’re leaning down to kiss this big fat dick. Because he’s all yours, isn’t he, baby?

“Oh fuck, yes, Saul. I want to taste you.”

I hear the pleasure in her voice, and I pull her back with a harsh voice. “You’re not touching your pretty pussy until I tell you to, are you? Because if you do that, I won’t let you come.”

---