“My God, you’re so flushed. You should see how hot your skin is,” she said in a breathy moan, sounding like she was overly affected by the way she completely undid me—
More unexpected heat on my torso. It burned my skin—the pain causing yet another flinch that sent a jolt to my cock even before Zahra increased the intensity again.
“Ah!” I hissed sharply, the sound, a moan, a groan, and a choke mixed to form rubbish in my ear. My heart was racing, vigorously trying to find a finish line, but I could find none.
I wanted release so badly, but the edging was fucking bittersweet; I was charged with sensory stimulation that had even my toes fucking curling, and all nerve endings in my body had rushed to my angry erection.
Zahra’s breathing was getting loud.
“Are you—are you touching yourself?” I asked.
“Mmm, yes.”
“I want to see.”
“No,” she breathed and then brought her fingers to my mouth. “Open, taste me.”
And I did, taking her finger into my mouth and sucking in the familiar taste of her. My tongue swirled around her fingers, and I was aching to fuck her, lick her, touch her, hold her. She removed her hand all too quickly, and I wanted to taste more.
I felt her shift a little; I was still going mad with the sensations around my cock, how hard I could feel myself twitching and spilling out precum like it was the new fucking normal—I wasn’t coming; I wanted that orgasm so intensely, I had never wanted to orgasm so badly. I—A burn at the side of my stomach, and I flinched.
Intensity increased.
“F—” I ground my teeth together so hard as my hips jerked upward like I wanted to spurt out cum, but nothing came out; it was painfully but pleasingly brutal, and my body shuddered, the same as my breathing. I was sweating, my hair was matted to my forehead, and I was stubborn. The vibration of the rings was very audible now.
I had never been so hard in my entire fucking life; it seemed like I was swollen and thick to the highest capacity of my length.
I was sensitive all over.
Zahra traced where she had burned me with her tongue, but then ice—ice touched my skin, and I couldn’t help the fucking flinch that came again, and the intensity went up higher, the vibration strengthened to stronger pulls, the rings felt like they were around my throat even when they were not.
No release, no relief, no—
Another burn. Another flinch. The moment I felt another increase, a fast, sharp, intense sensation gripped my whole body, and I was tapping the bed.
“Oh! Fuck, Zahra, red, red, red, red.”
The vibration stopped immediately.
My breathing was all I could hear; I could feel hurried shifting, and then the eye mask was being removed. It was blurry when I opened my eyes, but I managed to catch Zahra’s horrified expression. “Are you fucking kidding me?!”
I would have laughed if my breathing wasn’t coming in short gasps.
I blinked the blurriness away, and a teardrop slid from my eyes.
I hissed, a shiver rocking through me, my body twitching. It was so intense, so fucking intense, painful, and good… I felt too good. Too charged.
I breathed in and out a few times before acknowledging Zahra’s glare.
“Take it off,” I said with a sharp breath.
With a frown, she shifted slightly to do as I asked. When she touched me, I flinched in a hiss, and her head snapped to my face again.
“Gently, I’m too sensitive.”
She shook her head and carefully unclipped the toy, slipping it off my length, and I was still hard, swollen red—but it felt good, even though it was painful.
I loved the mix. It was the perfect release I needed.
