Maximise Pleasure By Edging!
My pants and underwear are abandoned somewhere along the floor, and his head is in between my legs. We both know his mouth can be a wonderful thing, but it seems as if he’s deliberately gone out of his way to make me feel miserable tonight. Miserable with so much pleasure, my eyes keep rolling to the back of my head. The sounds coming from down there are so sinful, I can only imagine how it feels for me, desperately trying to get more out of him.
It seems like a reward, but it becomes painfully clear that it’s most certainly not when my legs are quaking, pressing myself against his skillful tongue only to have him pull away and smack the inside of my thigh, his deep voice rumbling, “Hold it.”
My hands press against his shoulders, pushing him back down eagerly. “I can’t hold it! I’m gonna – ”
“You can,” he demands, smacking my thigh again. “And you will. Or I’ll take you over my knee and you’ll be sleeping alone tonight.” He would never let me sleep alone. He’s only bluffing, but it’s enough to get me to straighten and nod obediently.
He lifts my hips back to his mouth, nipping at the sensitive skin of my thighs, caressing the area after it aches with his tongue, kisses following after. He’s got a little routine. The foreplay that lasts way too long, biting and kissing, and then prodding me with his tongue, massaging himself gently into me. He’s got one thumb resting on the hood of my clit, slowly bringing it into play.
The first time he rubs me, I jolt, grabbing onto his hair tightly, my stomach clenching. He pulls away and touches my hands, untangling my fingers from his curls.
“Hands to yourself,” he tells me strictly, pinning them down and then releasing them. “I shouldn’t have to ask again.”
I nod breathlessly, raising my hips again to meet his mouth. “Please. I was so close…”
“Guess we have to start over.” He repeats his routine of torture, keeping me grounded with his hands. His lips pucker and kiss down my slit, tongue peeking out to help me build up my orgasm again.
“Told you not to do that,” his voice comes from between my legs again, disappointment leaking out. He’s got a massive hand splayed over my stomach, elbows holding my thighs apart.
With a soft apology, I release my hold on his curls and pin my hands back to the mattress, taking a deep breath as if it’ll help me compose myself. It does little to ease me, and before I can hold myself back, my fingers are taut around his hair again, and he’s pulling away with a tsk.
I open my mouth to whisper an apology again, but his hands are quicker. My fingers are laced with his and placed beside my head.
His tongue darts out and touches my lips carefully, humming contentedly when I open my mouth and let him in. Once the kiss leaves me breathless again, his hand lets go of one of my hands and trails back down the length of my torso, pressing against my left thigh.
“Too much,” I breathe, arching my back again.
“Is it?” he challenges back, an arrogant brow raised. His hand presses against my thigh firmly, making sure I have no chance of closing my legs. “ We’ve only just started.”
“And then you didn’t let me…fuck!” My eyes close as he licks his thumb and then presses it to my clit. “You didn’t – ”
“I didn’t let you cum,” he finishes for me, a dimple on his cheek.
He slowly slips his middle finger inside of me. “I didn’t do it on purpose.”
He shrugs, looming over me so he’s the only thing I see and smell, knowing exactly how powerful his expensive perfume drives me insane. He licks his lips, glancing down at me, simply unable to take any more, despite the fact that he’s already giving me so little.
He looks down where we’re connected and twists his fingers experimentally, basking in my soft noises.
“A-And how long are you going to do this?”
He smiles. “Until I’m satisfied.”
It doesn’t take long at all until I’m thrashing on the mattress again, biting my lip and trying to keep my sounds in my throat. His tongue is right above his fingers, the most sensitive spot on my body, the underside of my clit. It’s just pressed there, occasionally flicking just to have fun with me a little more. My knuckles are tight, fingers holding onto the sheets under me in an attempt to steer away from his hair.
My shoulders are tense, stomach hurting, and my heart beating wildly as he brings me so close to spilling over to the other side, and right before I’m able to experience it, he withdraws himself and wipes his hands on the sheets.
“No!” I sob, pressing my palms roughly into my eyes. “That’s not fair!” My legs are still shaking even though he’s completely removed himself from me.
Grasping his jaw with my trembling hands I kissed him.
“Thank you,” he says curtly before roughly spreading my legs again. I yelp, “You look like you’re going under.”
It’s just a mild observation, but it definitely answers my questions about the fatigue I’m feeling.
I want to nuzzle my face into his neck desperately and just fall asleep, but this ache between my legs is the top priority right now. I subconsciously lift my hips and give him a sleepy pout. “Please? I’m good, right? I’m a good girl?”
He doesn’t respond, but he holds our eye contact as two fingers press into me and pick up where they’d left off. My arousal is so heightened at this point, it’s impossible not to become putty in his hands. We can both hear how wet I am and the dire need for release, so when I tense up and let out a loud moan, he only plunges his fingers deeper, coaxing me on.
He presses his fingers against my favorite spot inside of me, making sure I’m feeling every ounce of pleasure for this final edge, whispering a soft, “let go,” before he feels my release finally.
He goes faster as he feels my orgasm wetting his fingers. He quickly takes his fingers out of me and settles me down into the mattress as I ride out my high against his palm, a bulging vein in my neck protruding outwards.
Edging is like, keeping you on the edge of your seat until the very end. It’s all about getting close to orgasm, then pulling back just before the big finish, only to build up again. The result? More anticipation and an even more explosive climax.
Why Try Edging?
- Maximized Pleasure: By delaying the climax, you get to enjoy waves of increasing pleasure.
- Greater Control: Edging gives you the power to delay or intensify your orgasm.
3. Increased Arousal: The stop-and-start nature of edging can heighten your arousal and make the whole experience more thrilling.
4. Deeper Connection: If you’re doing this with a partner, it can enhance intimacy and improve communication.
5. Improved Stamina: Practicing edging can help you build sexual stamina, making moments last even longer.
How to Try Edging
1. Prepare Your Space: Set up a cozy environment. Light some candles, put on some relaxing music, and make sure you’re comfortable.
2. Start with Light Touches: Begin with gentle touches or use a favorite toy. Take your time exploring what feels good without rushing.
3. Build Gradually: Slowly increase the intensity.
4. Stop at the Peak: As you get close to orgasm, slow down or stop.Let the anticipation build.
5. Explore Different Stimulations: Mix it up with different techniques, pressures, speeds, and types of touch. You can switch between manual stimulation and toys to keep things interesting.
6. Repeat the Cycle: After pausing, start building up again. Repeat this cycle several times to extend your pleasure.
7. Focus on Sensations: Pay attention to how your body feels during each phase.
8. Experiment with Timing: Play around with how long you edge before finally letting go.
Edging isn’t just for solo sessions – it can be a delightful shared experience with a partner.
Edging is about enhancing pleasure and having fun with your sexuality. It’s not about getting it perfect – it’s about enjoying the process and discovering new levels of satisfaction. If things don’t go as planned, that’s okay! Every experience is a chance to learn and have fun.
So, next time you’re in the mood, give edging a try. Set the stage, take your time, and enjoy every moment. Edging can be a delightful addition to your intimate repertoire. Enjoy the journey, and remember – it’s all about the pleasure along the way.
