I love the tease, the edge, the buildup, the suspense, that feeling I get when I'm so close to finishing and know I could in seconds. In this moment my mind has the strongest urge to just keep going, just a few more strokes, a few more pumps, that's all I need for that sweet release; but no, you pull back lightening your touch or stopping completely. My cock starts to twitch and you sit there watching, stroking my balls, probably grinning at the clear look of lust you see on my face, but I can't see you through the blindfold.

You know I'm there with my body available to your disposal. You could finish me in an instant, tell me to finger you, ride my cock, sit on my face, you could just walk away leaving me there, or you could just sit there teasing me endlessly. Eventually I lose track of time, not sure how long I've been there, nothing but the sensation of my dick and thoughts of desires. How many times have I been brought to the edge? Has it been long enough? You tell me its time and I feel your on the bed next to me, moving over to straddle and ride me. I feel like I've been longing for this chance, you know that, but first you realize you want to just tease me a little more.

You take my cock in hand and press the head against your pussy, not hard enough to put it in, but enough for me to know how wet you are and how turned on this has all made you. I wonder if you were rubbing yourself, or using a toy while you toyed with me. You place your hand on top of my cock and start grinding on my shaft. Finally you put it in, slowly lowering yourself until our bodies touch riding me until I cum inside you.

But that's not it, you're not done with me. You tell me we're just getting started. You may have just edged me, made me wait for so long, but not now. Now you tell me you want more, you're going to keep me hard, and you're going to make me cum again as fast as possible. I'm exhausted and worn out, but this time you're not holding back.