The following is an account of what was frankly one of the best nights of my life. It is as true as I can recall, except the names which have been changed.

It had been a week, a full seven days, a hundred and sixty eight hours since both Alex and Ava had agreed to hold out and give themselves no pleasure in saving themselves for one another. Both were throbbing, ready to burst, desperate in need of release. Their relationship was still fresh, new, exciting, and nearly innocent. The pair had not fully progressed their intimacy yet, but were enjoying the delights of oral interactions, an experience which both found fulfilling.

Alex was starting to come out of the light, having experience nothing except the most vanilla of relationships in the past, whilst Ava had explored much of the spectrum, far beyond vanilla to exquisite and exotic tastes, a fact she had shared with Alex which him both excited and apprehensive.

Secretly, Ava had not quite managed to maintain her side of the bargain. Self-play was a part of her daily routine and she struggled to deny herself this casual intimacy, figuring that Alex would probably be unable to resist himself also. Contrary to her prediction Alex had just, and only just managed to abstain, but by now was exacerbated, desperate, throbbing and fit to burst, barely able to contain himself at this first reunion since their agreement.

Both tried to indulge in the normal pleasantries of conversation but both were aching for one another. Barely through the door, as soon as their eyes locked, their urges overtook as embraced and kissed, passionately - both each almost forcing themselves on the other. This wasn’t a kiss born from love but from pure, unabridged lust. Alex lead her upstairs to the bedroom quickly, fearing he may not be able to contain himself. A strange form of schovanism drove him to an instinct where it seemed ill-mannered for him to go first and held the belief that wherever possible, ‘ladies first’. Secretly, he felt a shade of guilt of enjoying ecstasy before a partner had first been at least initially satisfied. With this instinct in the driving seat, Alex was keen to place his tongue on her as soon as possible. Ava had become accustomed to this strangely polite behaviour and fed towards her dominant tendencies.

Outer layers of clothing were strewn on the stairs, Ava had discarded all bar her t-shirt and panties by the time she walked into the bedroom. Ava was guided to the edge of the bed, Alex walked backwards pressuring tightly, her chest pressed hard against his. Alex sat on the edge on the edge of the bed, Ava looking down up him, both looking intently to one another eyes. She felt his hands on either side of hips as his kissing moved from her chest down to the glances flesh around her naval between her shirt and dark black underwear. His kisses moved lower, hovering and pausing at her stomach as she felt his hands flatten against her sides. She felt a soft, gentle kiss across the line of her knickers, she could barely contain her excitement which had begun to lightly pool and moisten the cotton. Alex could sense the warmth from beneath his chin and knew that she was aching for this just as much as he was.

Ava looked down to see his head was now lowered, pressed against her groin, tantalisingly close to where she wanted him. She felt his hands glide from her hips to the top of her thighs, slowly rolling down her garment in the same motion. She felt her panties glide over her knees and fall to the floor and she could feel his hot breath against her thighs. She stood, exposed, vulnerable, but oh so ready. In anticipation, Alex pulled back briefly as strategising his approach, he would normally take his time, make her moan and groan, but this time was different as neither could continue to contain themselves. He buried his head between her thighs, angling his kneck upwards to reach her centre. Ava instinctively grabbed his long curly hair and scrunched it round to a fist. He needed no guiding, but this act gave her the sense of control, of dominance she craved. She felt so powerful, yet so vulnerable, conflicting emotions which convales and intertwine to fill her with excitement. The feeling of his head pressed against her was almost as sensual as his tongue, which gliding back to ground around her oval, glancing across her shielded clitoris, oh so close. Again and again, he glanced passed, the thrill and expectation of that special kiss building, before he pushes his tongue as far as he can reaching the very base before pulling forwards, parting her lips and resting the tip underneath her hood. This, this was what she wanted as clenched her fist tighter pulling strands out of his scalp. Alex flinched, and grasped her from behind, keeping his tongue firmly pressed against her clit, whilst his tight grip parted her behind so she could feel the cool air of the room against her. The barely begun, she feel the faint whisper of her orgasm building already, her brief denial making her even more sensitive to his touch.

Alex could taste her pleasure and frustration, the movement of her hips screaming that she wanted him flick, lick, tug and suck as fast and as hard as he could. He had her exactly where he wanted her, and she had him nearly where she wanted him. Her dominant instincts took flight, as she pulled Alex away from her and pulled him to lie on his back on the bed. She put thoughts of pulling him too quickly into her world aside, and gave in to her most dominant of instances. Crossing her arms and pulling her shirt over head to reveal all of herself to Alex who starred in hunger and want. She lifted his head to place a pillow beneath and in swift motion, swung her leg over his shoulder, placing herself with total control with Alex unable to move from chest upwards. She relaxed her stride and lowered herself back on to Alex’s tongue, straddling his head from both sides, kneeling upright on the bed and clinging onto the bed frame, with Alex’s head held tightly between her thighs.

A pause, a flicker of concern. Was he not ready? Is he scared? Can he breath? Before she felt a lust filled motor flicking against her fast and without compromise. His hands reached up her body, grasping at her breasts whilst he varied the motion of his tongue lifting the hood of her clit again and again. He likes this, she sighed in relief. Alex slowly moved his hands to her hips, guiding her away as he pushed his tongue, passed her lips and as deep inside her as he could, achingly close to her g/spott and pressed firmly against her inner wall. The cool night breeze whisper in through the window, caressing her body and tightening her nipples as the cold air brushed them. The moonlight shone through a small gap in the curtains, striking a glowing line across her. The heat and intensity had caused her perspire all over, causing a glistening and sparkling stripe of moonlight across her body.

Alex continued his motion, he could feel her swaying and writhing against his tongue. He held her hips firmly to guide her motion, tasting every second of her arousal and breathing in her sweet and musky scent. Ava’s whispers was become a roar, as she felt out in her mind towards her climax, she was close, oh so close, and she could feel the crescendo build towards and explosion. Lifting her hand and releasing her grip from the bed frame, she secretly pulled the curtain further back. Could she be seen? Oh she yearned to be seen, to show the world her ecstasy, in the moment she had not realised that Alex had released his grip from one side her hip and tightly manoeuvred his hand underneath her. Just as her roar was about to explode Alex intensified the flicking of his tongue against her clit wrapped his mouth around her, sucking her as he thrust his fingers inside her. The roar became deafening, she shook, quivered and screamed in delight. The cold air on her breasts, the thrill of being seen and this, oh this most equist of releases. The roar echoed as she quivered and shook again, and again, as her release left her not in a single motion, but in a rhythm, aftermaths after the earthquake. He breathing went from shallow to deep to shallow to deep as she slowed and he moved from furious stroking to gentle kissing whilst his fingers remade still, as if embracing her from the inside.

Alex lay breathless, smothered with a satisfaction that tingled across every part of his body. He could barely contain himself throughout the experience as he would twist his legs to grip and suffocate his own orgasm, desperately trying to suppress and hold it down as not to ruin Ava’s own experience. His scrotum was bulging and his penis was throbbing, stiff and hard as steel. Ava sensed his struggle and wanted to savour the moment repaying her own exquisite moment. She slowly swung herself from Alex, the cold air stung in contrast to Ava’s warmth. She leaned over as they shared and long, slow kiss, a kiss of gratitude hinting at what was to come. She moved her hand slowly down his chest, feeling his deep and controlled breaths as he searched for oxygen. She felt him shudder as her hand approached his erection. She wrapped her hand tightly around, as if to command ‘not yet, not until I say so’, she could feel he was already so close and was holding back as much as he could. Ava moved down, maintain her grip with expert technique and placed her lips against his tip. Alex was along way from the largest equipment she had played with, but it was thick, strong and deeply grateful.

She softly, gentle open her mouth and slowly glided downwards to he base of his pelvis, take everything down with ease, but too softly and too slowly for Alex to get loose control of himself. Her grip remained uncomfortably tight, which restrained his thrust. Alex was grateful, yet confused, her technique was restrained, held back and gentle, different from every other time. She slowly, oh so slowly pulled his skin upwards before gently gliding her tongue down against his shaft, barely touching, barely making any contact. She would not suck, no pressure was applied from mouth, as she held him off as if practising her motions. Alex was held on the edge, his breathing matching her motions. ‘Hold it’ he thought to himself, ‘not yet, just not yet’ and his body complied, thanks to Ava’s tame and tender touch. Her touches were like whispers, barely audible, barely noticeable. Her actions repeated and her motions remained uncharacteristically tentative. Alex held his eruption as the minutes passed by, with Ava knowing exactly what she was doing and executing her approach like a finely tuned predator.

Alex’s relief turned to concern, was he so hard he had become numb? Had he cum and somehow not realised? Was something wrong? His heart was bounding out of his chest, his orgasm teetering on the edge but not advancing. “Are you ready?” Ava asked with a kind, gentle and reassuring tone. “Yes” gasped Alex, desperate for release that had been waiting for days upon days. Ava’s approach change as she placed her lips forcefully around his tip, her grip lightened as twisted her wrist from base to shaft and back again, she sucked, hard and pushed her soft but coarse tongue against his glands. The sensation was intense, euphoric with the sense of control lost to Ava’s performance. Ava pulled back and whispered “let go”, as she swift plunged him deep to her throat. She knew what was next and was prepared for the explosion.

Ava grabbed his scrotum, feeling the swelling begging for released. With one more deep and intense thrust, Alex could hold no longer and exploded like a fountain. Ava’s expectations had been wildly surpassed, the force and volume was more then she had ever experienced and far beyond what she was prepared for. She swallowed and instinctively retracted for air, as he continued erupt. Ava reacted in amazement, “that’s incredible” she explained whilst continuing to thrust her hand up and down his shaft. Realising he was not yet completed, she took a deep breath and immersed herself once more, taking him deeper than she had before. She felt his pulses, as penis expanded and contracting, continuing to express deep down her throat. It was hot and she could feel the exhausting relief, realising he must have indeed been truthful about his abstinence. The pulses slowed as she swallowed and swallowed again, sucking hard against and gripping him tightly, as his orgasm moved from a fountain, to a gentle stream to intermittent rain drops, to nothing. Alex panted heavily in rapture. Ava’s expertise had extended and intensified the experience, his whole body shook and tingled. Ava released and gently caressed his manhood. “You weren’t lying when you said you wait”, she exclaimed as Alex open bed his eyes to gaze against this fae who had controlled him with such proficiency. The moonlight had shifted, creating a halo glow around Ava’s flowing hair.

“I think I owe you one more”, said Alex gratefully, knowing he was depleted for hours to come. And whilst Ava had experienced his strong and willing tongue, she hadn’t yet felt his fast plectrum-like touch yet this night, his ‘magic fingers’ as she would refer to them…