Sometimes a boy just needs to be told to lay down and put his tongue to good use while he just zones out and focuses on the pleasure of the one he adores.
God, how Sarah loved Sundays. It was still early in the day and already she could see that her husband was beginning to break. His desperation was deliciously obvious, and he had no defense against her persistent, all day teasing. By now just the sight of her approaching him was enough to make him swallow hard and quiver with need for her.
“What’s the matter, baby?”, she purred innocently, grinning seductively as her soft hand freed his aching erection and yet again began to gently stroke it toward the edge. Her eyes were bright with delight at the anguished look of need on his face.
“I bet you’re really starting to feel it now, aren’t you?,” she purred with mock sympathy. “You poor thing, are you getting all achy for me honey?”
And all her husband could do was to look on helplessly, watching Sarah’s silky fingers at work, knowing that once again his maddeningly close orgasm would be denied at the last moment… and that his aching need for release would soon be even more agonizing…..
moans get a lot of attention and rightly so but - just someone’s breath? hearing it change as you touch them, a gasp when you find just the right spot, getting heavier and faster when they get closer, faltering and ceasing for a moment just before they come, panting, then slowing as they wind down, lying against your chest? i am begging
Works with men as well
….head lying against my breast….gasping, panting for release…..
Over their years together she had come to know his body far better than he knew his own. She was well aware that even when he had reached that point when he felt he could not possibly endure one more moment of unfulfilled pleasure that the reality was his sweet torment had only begun.
The length of him was impossibly hard, glistening with a blend of weeping precum and warm oil, pointing skyward as it quivered and pulsed with its need for release. Her soft, teasing caresses had brought him to the brink and were now expertly, wickedly, keeping him trapped at the precipice… his heavy balls now aching as they filled with more and more pent-up cum.
To take this man as deeply as she wanted though required far more than simply denying his physical release… it required encouraging and replenishing him when he was on brink of mentally and emotionally breaking.
She could sense from his incoherent moans, his helpless whimpers, his desperate pleas that he was almost gone. And that was when she sweetly murmured, “Baby… c'mere.”
Drawing him toward her she cradled him to the warm, comforting softness of her breasts. Holding him close, the irresistible allure of her soft breasts now seduced his senses even further, making him all the more compliant to her desires.
She smiled inwardly at the soft sounds of his now muffled gasps, pants, and pleas. “Shhhh, relax baby…. you’re ok, just breathe,” she purred, holding him captive to her softness, scent and warmth.
As he trembled with need in her arms she murmured, “It’s not time for you yet…. you have to wait. But you can take more, can’t you baby? For me?”
She fought back a chuckle at his acquiescence, well aware she had this man at the point where he could not possibly deny her anything. With a triumphant smirk, she purred, “Mmm, of course you can….”
My husband said something to me recently that I hadn’t really thought about. He told me that it was very intense for him to realize that I alone am his entire source of sexual pleasure. Without the ability to touch himself, I am the only one who can allow him to orgasm. Even more, all of his sexual urges, all of his fantasies, all revolve around me. He doesn’t even fantasize about being unlocked, but about making love to me with my favorite cock. It is both flattering and humbling to know how much power I have over him that way.
The other day after an intense session of teasing, denial, and HER orgasms, we held each other and I said, “Thank you for keeping me locked.”
She said, “And?”
I said, “And thank you for teasing me, torturing me, denying me.”
She said, very happy, “ Yes! Yes! And?”
I said, “Thank you for letting me witness and even help in your pleasure.”
She said, “Yes, now you’re are getting it.”
The conversation was spontaneous and unplanned, but I discovered she very much wants to be thanked the all these things.
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