Thank you for letting me cum

As you kneel in front of your submissive boyfriend, you can feel the anticipation building in the air as he watches you, his eyes filled with need. He’s been begging you for this moment for hours now, ever since you started edging him, teasing him mercilessly with your skilled fingers and your dirty words. His moans fill the room, echoing off the walls as he struggles to maintain control, his hips thrusting upwards in time with your movements. His hands clench and unclench at his sides, desperate to touch himself, but he knows better than to disobey your commands.

You take a moment to savor the sight of him, his muscles tense and defined beneath his skin, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggles against the onslaught of pleasure coursing through his veins. You can see the bead of sweat that has formed at the base of his throat, and you can’t help but wonder how many more beads like it are scattered across his body. You run your fingers through his soft, messy hair, tugging gently as you tell him how beautiful he looks, how close he is to cumming.

“That’s it, baby,” you whisper in his ear, your hot breath sending shivers down his spine. “Let go. Just let all that built-up tension go and cum for me.” His eyes roll back in his head as he tries to focus on anything but the relentless pressure building in his groin. “Cum for me, baby,” you urge him, your voice taking on a husky quality that sends a shiver down your own spine. “Cum hard while I watch.”

His body tenses, every muscle coiling tight as he feels the familiar tightness in his balls, the impending release of hot, thick cum. His back arches off the bed, his mouth opens in a silent scream as the pleasure washes over him in waves. You can feel the heat emanating from between his legs, see the way his hips thrust upwards in a desperate attempt to find release. And then, finally, his voice cracks through the room, loud and clear as he lets out a long, low moan.

“Ahhhhhh!” he cries out, his body tensing impossibly tighter as his orgasm crashes over him in a wave of ecstasy. His hot cum erupts from his cock, splattering against your chin and neck, running down your chest and stomach, marking you as his. His moans of pleasure mingle with the wet, sloppy sounds of his release, and you can’t help but feel a rush of pride and desire course through you.

You continue to stroke his hair, rubbing his back soothingly as he comes back down from his high, his breath finally beginning to steady. “That was beautiful, baby,” you tell him softly. “You did so well.” He turns to look at you, his eyes still glassy from the intensity of his orgasm, and he manages a small, grateful smile. “Thank you,” he whispers. “Thank you for letting me cum.”

You smile back at him, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “Of course, baby. Any time.” You brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead, then lean in to press a gentle kiss against his lips. “Now why don’t you lay back and let me take care of you?” He nods eagerly, his breath hitching in anticipation of what’s to come. And with that, you slide back onto the bed, crawling between his legs to resume your gentle, teasing touch.