Six Sexy Days: Worth the Wait

Six Sexy Days: Tease and Denial

Hello, naughty ones. When I first started dating Mark, I found out early on that he had a bit of a wild side. However, what I didn’t know was that he had a particular kink that would make our already great sex life even better in six sexy days.

I had fun being a naughty neighborhood nymphet many moons ago – and since then. So I was no stranger to teasing. But what Mark was proposing seemed extreme by my standards.

He went on to explain how delaying desire’s peak for extended periods of time wasn’t just about frustration. It was also about control, power, and making every single moment count.

But how long could I hold out? The thought sent a shiver down my spine.

Six sexy days with Mark

Mark was patient, guiding me through the process with a gentle yet firm hand. He started by kissing me, slow and deliberate, his lips barely brushing against mine. His hands roamed over my body, teasing my nipples until they were hard, but never giving me the firm touch I craved.

“Please,” I whispered, already aching for him.

But he just smiled, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my inner thigh, so close to where I needed him. “Not yet,” he murmured. “I want to see how much you can take.”

I took a lot. He brought me to the edge like that over and over again for six days – six sexy days. I still remember his fingers slipping inside me just long enough to drive me wild before he removed them. My hips bucked, desperate for more, each time he fingered me, but he was in control – and had been for six sexy days. He had me spread out on the bed, legs wide open, and his mouth inches away from my soaking wet pussy. I was practically begging him to let me come. But he just grinned, that infuriatingly sexy grin, and shook his head. “Not until I say so.”

The frustration was maddening

I wanted to scream, to force his head between my legs, to make him give me what I needed. But at the same time, the anticipation was exhilarating. Every touch, every flick of his tongue, every slow thrust of his fingers felt surreal – as if my entire body was on fire. I found myself quivering, on the edge of orgasm but never quite reaching it several times.

“Mark, please,” I whimpered, my voice trembling with desperation. “I need to come. It’s been six days.”

“Not yet,” he repeated, his voice a low growl. Then he plunged his fingers inside me again, deeper this time, hitting that perfect spot that made my head spin. “You’ll come when I say you can. And not a second before.”

I’d held out for six sexy days. And just when I thought I couldn’t take the teasing anymore, his fingers slid out, leaving me trembling with need. But before I could beg again, I felt him shift above me. His hands gripped my hips, steadying me. And then I felt the head of his cock against my pussy lips. My breath hitched as he teased me with just the tip.

“Is this what you’ve been waiting for?” he whispered, his voice dark and commanding. I could only whimper in response. Then, without warning, he thrust deep inside me, filling me completely.

I cried out, my body straining against the overwhelming pleasure. But he held me there, right at the brink, refusing to let me fall over the edge as he fucked me. I was so close that I actually started to cry. I could barely think of anything other than his touch, the agonizing need for release. And just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he whispered, “Now.”

It was like a dam breaking when I came after six sexy days.

My entire body convulsed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. But Mark wasn’t finished with me. He buried his face between my legs and began to suck and lick my clit until I was nothing but a quivering, wet mess beneath him. And all those wonderful orgasms after being denied for six sexy days seemed more than fair.

When it was over, I was left panting. My heart was racing, and my body was limp and trembling. Mark kissed his way back up my body, his lips brushing against mine as he smiled down at me. “See?” he murmured, his voice full of that familiar, teasing edge. “Wasn’t that worth the wait?”

I had to admit, as I lay there, still reeling from the intensity of it all, that he was right. During those six sexy days, Mark had taken me to a level of pleasure I hadn’t even known was possible. It wasn’t just about the orgasm. It was about the journey, savoring every second of the buildup, and giving in to the power dynamics between us. And every time he whispered “Not yet” in that deep, commanding voice, I knew I was in for one hell of a ride.

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