I love my boyfriend, but he just can’t last in bed.
So I set into motion a plan to change that, a plan to train him. It would be intense and it would be oh so hard for him.
I would keep him on edge the whole time, quivering there begging for release but denying it to him. He has to hold out. He has to wait.
This time I get my satisfaction first. This time he has to tremble and beg for the relief I will give him. This time I’ll keep him teetering on the edge until I was sure he’d earned his relief.
Excerpt
I started with his hands first, wrapping the scarves around his wrists and then securing them around the bedposts. I tied the knots I’d memorized securely, making sure they weren’t too tight for him.
Before I restrained his ankles I made sure to peel his boxer shorts off, taking care not to touch his rapidly hardening cock.
By the time I was done with his legs he was downright throbbing, his cock swaying to and fro as he stared at me securing him. I knew that he wanted more than anything for me to mount him and ride him. I knew he wanted to see my breasts and that the second he was inside of me and I was bare to him he wouldn’t be able to hold back.
That just would not do.
I started slowly, teasing my fingernails up his thighs as I worked my way up his legs. I moved all the way up until my hands were straddling his cock and it was so very close to my lips. Breathing heavily I knew he could feel my breath on his cock, I knew that it was making him tremble.
I remembered everything I had been told. I remembered what it was I needed to do.
My right hand slid over to grip the base of his cock and hold it steady. My left teased slow circles on his hip. My mouth teased forward, my lips coming into contact with the bottom of his throbbing head while my eyes locked with his.
I kissed him slowly, my lips parting every so achingly slowly to tease my tongue out and place it flat against the bottom of his cock. I slid my mouth up and down it, moving so slow it barely seemed like I was moving at all.
He was having a very hard time. His cock was achingly hard and his head was throbbing. I knew that he was loving every minute of this. I knew that he wouldn’t last.
I made it down to the base of him and back up to the top. Once there I barely had my lips on the head of him before I sensed the beginning tremors of his climax and I knew that if I didn’t do it now there would be no stopping him.
I backed away.
Removing my mouth and my hands from him, I sat back on my ankles and watched him. His legs were spread far enough apart that when I sat back there wasn’t one bit of me touching him. He was entirely separated from me.
His eyes begged me for relief. I could sense that he needed it.
“What?” he asked, his voice aching, “Why?”
“Shh,” I reassured him, “Don’t say anything.”