My partner had always been an expert at edging, an absolute genius at keeping me on the brink, tethering on the edge begging her for release while she cruelly denies me and knew just when to allow releases so powerful, I would be completely useless for half an hour afterward. I had tried to do the same to her so many times but it just didn’t work. I would be too early or too late. Maybe I just didn’t know her body well enough, or know her mind well enough. Maybe I didn’t have the same seductive charm she had or the devilishly lustful look her eyes have when she’s turned on. Something changed though, maybe it was learning from the best, or dozens of googled articles or maybe I’d just fucked her enough times to know how to work her body.
She was seated on the bed, rubbing in lotion after a shower one morning and preparing to go to work. Something about her in a towel, her body wet and her rubbing in lotion on her long limber legs just did it for me.
I knelt between her legs, kissing up her thighs.
“You know I have work this morning right?”
“Mmm hmm”
In seconds both thighs were over my shoulders and my face was between her legs. I could go for the clit, first with a feathery touch and then when she’s grinding into my face, suck on it and she’d be done in 2 minutes, maybe 3.
Not today, I was inspired.
I kissed her labia lightly with the delicacy of a first kiss, an almost hesitant probing at first
Then more firmly, alternately flicking my tongue in her pussy, parting those lips. I was french kissing her pussy.
“What are you doing?” She moaned spreading her legs, her hands at the back of my head, urging me on.
She had to go soon, so I started tongue fucking, my tongue digging deep in and then out of her pussy in a rhythmic, steady movement.
She was squirming now, and whimpering and her pussy was a wet creamy mess and I was lapping it all up.
Then she went quieter, was stretching, gripping my hair and I knew she was very close. So I got up, gave her a peck and wished her a lovely day.
“What the actual fuck?”
She was incredulous, but she’s knew she was had. I could see it and was fucking proud of myself
She swore she’d get me for this as she put on her clothes.
I went with her to the door to hug her good bye. Her goodbye hugs were usually a quick half hug and she’d be out the door.
This time, she was pressing into me, lingering, reminding me about unnecessary things.
I see my chance to take this a little further.
I turned her to face the wall, she raised her skirt.
“You want to be fucked, don’t you?” I whisper
She nods a few times.
I slip her panties to the side and work two fingers in which is easy seeing how soaked she was.
“Tell me how badly you want to cum”
“Please, I’m begging you, I won’t be able to concentrate”
All the while I was working her pussy with my fingers, knowing at that moment, I owned it. She was helpless, the way I was when she edged me and I loved it and wasn’t about to let it end. So when I felt her pussy start to contract lightly, I stopped.
Oh the fury, she turned to me, covered in crimson fury and lust.
She just picked her jacket and left speechless
This was going well.
I was off that day and remained home.
While napping, I heard the the key turning in the lock. Weird,she was not due home in a few hours.
She came in. “It’s my lunch break, I have 30 more minutes. I need this please. Please baby..I haven’t been able to focus on anything all day”
I was going to break when she added
“If you don’t fuck me, I’ll just use my vibrator”
“Go ahead I tell her, I’ll just watch”
She stood there, vibrator was just a few feet away, she could just reach out and get it but she didn’t. She was horny and defeated like I am when she edges me, and I knew it and she knew I knew.
“It’s not what I need” she finally says. “I’d take your dick over anything right now. I’ve never wanted to be fucked this bad. I’m like a fucking junkie that needs a fix” she admits, hands on the hem of her skirt, shifting it up unconsciously.
Oh fuck. Even I couldn’t help myself. In a flash, she’s bent over her dressing table and I’m balls deep in her.
She’s not a screamer but she’s screaming loudly, knocking things off the table
I tell her she’s my whore who couldn’t just wait a few hours to be fucked when she got home. I tell her her pussy is mine and I’d send her back to work full of my cum and make her call me Sir.
She cums so hard, it sends me over the edge.
Still one of my best ever and that was how I first edged her successfully.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ruklqj/how_i_first_successfully_edged_my_girl_mf