It felt so good to edge him and tease him last night. Feeling him get harder in my hand as I stroked him. I started out with slow long strokes and as I got faster, my strokes got shorter. I loved looking into his eyes, smirking at him with a sexy little smile, as he got closer and closer to the edge. I watched his chest rise and fall as his breathing quickened. He started to moan this sexy little moan, almost a whimper – I do love to hear him whimper.
“Please”
“Please, baby”
“Oh God, please”
In a whispered moan, he begs me to let him cum. I could tell as he got closer and closer to the edge. I could see it in his face, stroking him at the perfect pace, building, needing, aching…
And I stop.
I don’t just stop stroking, I STOP, I quickly let go and watch his cock bob to and fro and listen to him moan.
I love to tease him, to bring him so close to the edge that he’s practically dangling. Taking him to that point and leaving him there.
