He'd been edging for 5 days. My instructions: a minimum of 10 minutes and maximum of 30 minutes of stroking, teasing and throbbing each day. For me. Because it pleased me.
Orgasms were verboten. No breaking it up into smaller time periods. Just once a day. Walking right up to the edge of that cliff, even putting a toe past the drop-off, flirting with the edge...and then walking away. With the intense desire to turn back around and leap off.
"As you wish," he said. His words made me smile.
He went for the maximum time. That was a surprise. Why only edge 10 minutes when he could edge for 30? That was his thought process. He loved it. He loved the feeling of doing as I asked, of gifting me with his obedience. There was no mention of frustration. Only pleasure in following my directions.
This morning I allowed him to come. And I wanted to hear it. He seemed to read my mind and called me as I was beginning to text him.
He began to play. I asked him to tell me how his hand meets his cock when he pleasures himself. Then I described restraining him tightly, running my tongue from the base to the tip of his cock and then swirling it around the head...before taking him deep into my mouth to feel the pulsing of his orgasm as he came down my throat. After 5 days of edging, that's all it took.
His cries were impassioned and powerful. The fullness of the noises he made felt all-encompassing and deeply rooted in his core. The sounds of his pleasure came from those depths and delighted my ears.
That was several hours ago. And now? I feel...pleased. Unexpectedly fulfilled. In that way of feeling warm fuzzies. Unexpected, because this is new for me. New to have someone so happy to give to me in this way, simply for my enjoyment and my pleasure. Because I desire it. This feels...heady.
I like this man.