Edge of Ecstasy

Blindfolded and lying on satin sheets, I felt my entire world narrow to the sound of my breathing and the anticipation of my next sensation. My hands were tied loosely to the headboard with silk scarves, not for restraint but to remind me to surrender control. "Just relax," Marcus whispered somewhere to my left. Without sight, his deep voice alone sent a thrill through me. "I'm going to make you feel things... and you just tell me if it's too much." I nodded, biting my lower lip. My skin prickled with goosebumps, every nerve ending on high alert. The first touch was a gentle feather, trailing up my inner thigh. I gasped softly at the ticklish, delicate caress. It moved over my stomach, circled my breasts, gliding over my nipples until they hardened. I arched my back, a soft moan escaping me. The feather drifted away, and for a moment, I felt nothing but my pounding heart. Then came the heat. A warm, wet sensation on my right nipple—Marcus's mouth, sucking and flicking with his tongue. At the same time, something cold grazed my left nipple. I yelped at the contrast. An ice cube, perhaps? The cold sting made my nipple pebble tightly, and Marcus soothed it immediately with his hot tongue, melting the ice and replacing chill with warmth. The combination made my head spin. He continued this torturous play across my body, following each cold stroke of an ice cube with the heated press of his lips or the warmth of a massage candle’s dripping wax. A tiny splash of warm wax landed on my belly, and I hissed at the quick sting, but it faded into a deep pleasurable warmth that spread through me. "Okay?" he murmured, kissing the spot he'd dripped. "Yes," I breathed, "yes, oh god... It's amazing." Between my thighs, I was aching and drenched, desperate for more. As if reading my mind, Marcus parted my legs further. I felt the ice cube glide along my inner labia, and I nearly levitated off the bed at the intense sensation. The cold against my hot, swollen folds was electrifying. Before I could even beg, Marcus replaced it with his mouth. His tongue delved between my lips, lapping at my clit with firm, warm strokes that made me cry out. The ice and heat in quick succession had my nerves misfiring in the most exquisite way. My orgasm was cresting fast, an unstoppable tidal wave this time. "Marcus... I'm gonna—" I cried. Marcus's hips slowed, tormenting me right on that razor edge. "Hold it," he ordered roughly, sweat beading on his forehead as he too fought for control. I was nearly delirious, every muscle taut as I tried desperately not to tip over. My vision blurred. Finally, perhaps seeing I truly couldn’t take more, Marcus relented. "Come for me, now," he growled, slamming into me hard. The command and the force of his thrust broke me completely. I screamed his name as the orgasm tore through me, more powerful than any I’d ever felt. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed while I shook violently against my restraints. My climax triggered Marcus’s own. With a roar, he drove deep and held, his cock throbbing within my spasming walls as he poured his release into the condom. He collapsed forward carefully, both of us trembling in the aftermath. Gently, Marcus untied my wrists and gathered me into his arms. I was limp and crying softly—not from sadness, but from overwhelming relief and bliss. He peppered kisses over my face. "You did so well," he murmured, stroking my hair. I nestled into his chest, utterly spent, a content smile on my lips. The torture had been worth it; in Marcus’s arms, I felt like I was floating, having finally been allowed to tumble over the edge of ecstasy.

by Harper