A Dirty Exchange (mf, edging)

(I wanted to see how dialogues can be used to guide narratives and create suspense with extremely minimized exposition. Here we go!)

“*Please, I can’t do this anymore…*”, Kara contended. “*I can’t see you, I don’t know what’s going on*.” She continued.

The man ignored her plea and kept his steady motion.

Kara begged, “*My knees hurt, I have been huddled in this position for hours, please let me…*”. Her plea for release was met with silence. He pushed in. He pulled out. Fully.

Before Kara could muster up the courage to ask again, he pushed in with his tip and stayed still.

“*I am about to…you can’t possibly stop there, keep moving please.”,* she pleaded. “*Your tip, it’s scraping my clit. It hurts…so good. Push it in please.*”

The man stayed still. His tip was indeed in contact with her clitoris. He was panting heavily from the teasing. Kara felt the man’s heartbeat through his erect cock.

“*Stay there then*.”, she changed her tone. The both remained motionless.

A few minutes passed. For Kara, it felt like days.

“*Oh god… I am coming…*”, our tormented sexual being moaned. She lips tightly bound together by her clenching muscles. “*Ahhhhh….ahhhhhh….ahhhhhh….ahhhhhh……ahhhhh.*”, she released a powerful orgasmic cry. “*My toes…my thighs…my ass cheeks…my anus… why are they all so clenched like this…*”, she cried.

She moaned with joy. Both of them didn’t move an inch, yet his cock rubbed her the right way. It was throbbing to his heartbeat. Her gushing cum, was caused by his beating heart.

How romantic.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/eg7pj0/a_dirty_exchange_mf_edging