The vibration becomes louder as it comes closer. He pulls my legs wide apart with his hand and I fucking tremble.
I try to take nice and even breaths as I await for what he has planned, but to be honest, I'm not fairing out well. I lose my breath completely when I feel it against the entrance of my pussy.
The vibration of the silicone head has me biting back a cry.
I know all to well what Oak has against my pussy. I'm just too stunned to fucking speak.
He slides the head of it inside me and my hips buck.
Holy fuck.
Being blindfolded and restrained I feel a hundred times more sensitive.
A needy whimper slips pass my lips. Oak slides the vibrator in another inch. "P-" The word threatens to leave my lips but I smash my mouth shut.
"So close to giving in, are we?" If I was close before I'm damn near to it now because he slides the vibrator into me to the hilt, the connector to it hitting my clit.
My back arches off the bed as unintelligible words break free.
"Look at how greedy your cunt is. Taking all this dildo has to give."
He keeps it inside me and my legs tremble from the stimulation.
Through clenched teeth I bite, "I can't see shit with this blindfold."
"Is that frustration I hear?" He snickers. If my hands were free I'd strangle him.
"Oak, I swear to fucking God-"
"What?"
"I'm going to kill you if you don't let me come," I finish my threat but we both know it holds no merit.
He begins to slide the vibrator in and out of me. I can hear the sloppy sounds of my pussy. My face flushes. "You know what you have to do," he tells me. I grit down on my teeth as I feel the tension of another orgasm. My hips move in tandem with the rhythm he's set.
I'm so close this time.
"I'm not saying it," I moan as the attachment hits my clit.
He hums. "Then say goodbye to what could've been orgasm number two." He takes the dildo out of me and I heavily and achingly feels it's absence. Tears of frustration fall from behind the blindfold as I writhe against the bed.
I feel his body slide against mine. The hard planes of his chest causing a friction to my sensitive nipples.
He aligns himself perfectly to where his cock nestles against my wet and aching pussy.
And it's too much and not enough at once.
I gyrate my hips, and his cock slides along my slit. Because I'm so sensitive I can already feel the familiar build. I keep my moans as quiet as possible, but Oak knows my body better than I do. So, just as I'm about to reach that peak he slams my hips down on the bed, denying me an orgasm once again.
Tears of frustration continue their descent down my face.
Whoever called it edging should have called it fucking torture.
Oak's hot breaths fan across my face as he kisses and licks my tears. It shouldn't be a turn on, but it is. It fucking is.
I stay hot and bothered for him even when he whispers mockingly in my ear, "And there went orgasm number three."
"Oak," I whimper his name. My voice doesn't even sound like my own. It's rough, desperate, filled with frustration and need.
