The New Year Orgasm Bargain
For those of you who are fans of orgasm control:
Inside the clock ticked toward midnight while outside distant fireworks popped sporadically. Juliette sat curled on the leather couch next to me, legs tucked beneath her, wearing nothing but a delicate silver chain around her waist that I'd given her last year. The champagne flutes stood untouched on the coffee table, waiting for the ball to drop.
I'd spent the last hour teasing her mercilessly, using my fingers, tongue and her favorite vibrator to bring her to the brink of ecstasy only to pull back. Her shallow breathing caused the light to flicker off of the chain and the slickness between her thighs.
"So I've been thinking about new years resolutions, baby," I murmured into her ear. "I think I'll let you choose yours."
Her blue eyes went wide, sensing that our game was about level up.
"You can have twelve orgasms this year... but I choose when and how." I paused long enough for that to settle in. "Or you can have six, whenever you want them. Your choice."
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