Near Bliss: The Edge of Pleasure

The scent of lavender and something undeniably primal hung heavy in the air as I watched Lauren, my wife, move with a slow, deliberate grace. The dim light of the bedroom cast long shadows across the plush velvet bedding, highlighting the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts. I’d asked her to edge me, to push me to the precipice of pleasure before pulling back, a game we’d perfected over years of exploration. Tonight, the anticipation was particularly potent, fueled by a shared desire that crackled between us like static electricity.

I positioned myself astride her, my weight firm and deliberate, my fully erect cock hovering just above her exposed skin. A slow, sensual dance began with her hands, exploring the soft landscape of my breasts before descending to my manhood. Her touch was firm, confident, each caress sending shivers down my spine. The warmth of her hand spread across my skin, a prelude to the deeper pleasure that awaited. She took my entire cock into her mouth, her lips meeting my flesh with a gentle but insistent pressure. The sensation was exquisite, a delicious pull that built rapidly within me. Her sucking was deep, rhythmic, creating a delightful friction as she stimulated my entire length. The saliva, thick and warm, coated my skin, lubricating the way for further pleasure. She licked my balls with meticulous care, her tongue tracing every curve and crevice while simultaneously massaging the tip of my glans with her thumb. The pressure was intense, a perfect balance between stimulation and restraint. The sensation was electrifying, a fiery heat spreading throughout my body.

“How does that feel?” she murmured, her breath warm against my skin.

“Absolutely wonderful,” I managed to respond, my voice slightly breathless. As she continued, her index finger and thumb moved my shaft back and forth, creating a distinct friction at the tip of my cock. It was a technique she’d shown me once, a method designed to prolong the build-up to orgasm. The rhythmic motion intensified the pleasure, the heat radiating outwards, making my muscles tense and responsive. My body responded instinctively, craving more, demanding more.

A warm wave of pre-cum began to flow, a prelude to the inevitable release. Lauren, sensing my mounting tension, shifted her focus, using it as extra lubrication, tasting my burgeoning fluid with a playful abandon. The tip of my cock swelled, becoming vibrant red, a clear indication of the imminent climax. “Let me know if you think you’re getting too close to cumming,” she commanded, her voice laced with playful dominance. She teased my glans and frenulum, her touch both gentle and insistent, working my shaft back and forth with her index finger and thumb. Occasionally, she increased the intensity, applying a full-on handjob, pushing me closer and closer to the brink.

Again and again, she brought me to the edge, just short of the ultimate release. Each time, she either stopped abruptly or subtly altered her technique, keeping me on a tight leash, prolonging the anticipation. Ten times, I felt her hand abruptly cease, pulling back just before the inevitable, before the sweet release. Then, she resumed her stimulation, her touch growing more frantic, more desperate. Her movements became more urgent, her grip tighter, her breath hot against my skin. There was a raw, primal energy in her touch, a desperate need to satisfy both our desires.

Finally, she decided to let me go. She told me to get on my back, which I did immediately, surrendering to the inevitable. She positioned herself between my legs, her long limbs extending to fully embrace me. She resumed her rhythmic stimulation, her index finger and thumb working my shaft back and forth while simultaneously licking my balls. As she massaged my glans with her thumb on every upward stroke, I felt the pressure building, a relentless force threatening to break through my control. The throbbing intensified, my glans distended and fire-red, my pre-cum oozing. It was a sensation of overwhelming pleasure, almost unbearable in its intensity.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh,” I moaned, my voice barely audible as thick, creamy ropes of semen rocketed out of me in four or five huge spurts, landing on my midsection, chest, and even neck. It was a torrent of pure, unadulterated pleasure, a release of pent-up desire that left me weak and trembling. I felt like three loads-worth of cum simmered within my balls. Lauren, witnessing my ecstatic release, smiled approvingly, marveling at the sheer volume of fluid that had erupted from me.

“Oh, baby, that was fun to watch,” she said, her voice filled with delight. She continued to milk the last few drops, her cum-covered hand gently coaxing every last bit of pleasure from my body. I hadn’t shot a load that big since my twenties, a testament to the intensity of the experience. The semen was thick, white, and everywhere, clinging to my skin like a second layer.

“Oh, baby, that was incredible,” she whispered, licking the semen from her fingers and then from my body, swallowing as she went. Her tongue tickled me with playful abandon, a final act of sensual indulgence. She continued to stimulate me, her touch becoming more frantic, more desperate as she sought to prolong the pleasure. It was as if she wanted to savor every moment of our shared ecstasy.

“How did you do that?” she asked, still licking and swallowing, her tongue tickling me as she unflinchingly mopped it all up. “That was truly amazing.” As she finished up with the mess, she laid on top of me, her weight settling upon my body.

“And you just ate it all?” she said, smiling, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Yeah, you got it all,” I whimpered, unable to contain my pleasure. “Biggest load of my life.”

“Uh-huh, look at it,” she chuckled, pointing to the remnants of our shared pleasure, the wetness clinging to my skin like a badge of honor. “That was absolutely phenomenal.” Her touch lingered for a moment, a silent acknowledgment of the power of our shared experience. Then, she leaned in close, her lips meeting mine in a tender, passionate kiss. The scent of lavender and something undeniably primal filled the air once more, a sweet reminder of the pleasure we had just shared. As we clung together, lost in the aftermath of our intense encounter, I knew that this was just the beginning of our exploration of the exquisite art of edging, a journey into the depths of our shared desire.

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