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The Perfect Relationship

By: dreamer99



Heather and Douglas met at a mutual friend's party. They began dating and shortly afterward began spending their nights together. They would alternate staying at her place or his place. Their relationship moved ahead quickly and after about six months, they found a new apartment and moved in together. 

They got along very well in all matters, especially sex. With her guidance, he learned to adjust his movements to her needs and to control himself so that he was able to hold off his orgasm until she was completely satisfied. She usually had from two to four orgasms before she told him that she was ready for him to cum. He was very happy with the way things were going and so was she...for the most part. She did enjoy their sexual life but there was just that feeling that it could be better. She fretted about it silently...and often.

One Saturday night, after she had reached her third orgasm, she looked up at Douglas, her arms around his neck. "I don't want you to have an orgasm now, Doug." She put her hands on his hips and began to push him up. 

"Baby, I'm so hard, I have to cum now." 

She pushed a little more firmly and he let her push him up. He felt himself slowly leaving her warmth and he rolled over on his back, next to her. He was so hard, his need was very great. He put his arm around her and held her. "What's wrong, Heather, you've never done this before?" 

She held him close and caressed him. "I don't know, baby, I just don't want you to cum now. You can do that for me, can't you? 

He moaned loudly. "I don't know, I'm so ready." 

She hugged him close and kept talking to him. She told him how much she loved him and how she loved his orgasms, that she didn't know why she was asking him to wait, but that she really didn't want him to have one now. He was moaning into her ear, telling her how much he loved her, his need becoming greater and greater. Finally, he stopped asking and accepted her decision. He slept poorly that night, waking up often, but managing to get back to sleep. She slept soundly, her body pressed to his, and he was particularly aware of that closeness. 

In the morning, he kissed her as soon as she awakened. He held her and kissed her and she kissed him back. He whispered into her ear, "I'm so ready to cum." 

She held him tightly and said, "No, not yet, sweetie." He moaned loudly as she continued to hold him. "I'll tell you when, baby...it won't be much longer. Let's get dressed now."

After breakfast, he left to run some errands. But before he left, he kissed her warmly, his arms around her. "Can I cum when I get back, baby?" 

She pressed close to him, feeling his warmth, loving the way he held her and that he had asked her if he could have an orgasm. "It'll probably be okay, sweetie, but I may want you to wait until tonight." 

She kissed his lips softly. "I promise that you can cum by tonight for sure." He kissed her again and reluctantly broke away to leave.

As soon as he returned, he asked her again if he could have an orgasm but she told him she'd like him to wait just a little while longer. He continued to ask her throughout the day, staying close to her, kissing and hugging her at every opportunity, telling her how much he loved her, but she always put him off, returning his kisses and hugs and telling him it wouldn't be too much longer. 

That night, he got undressed and lay on the bed, watching her undress. His cock was hard and dripping precum, as it had been most of the day. She undressed slowly, knowing how aroused he was and that he was watching her. She got into bed next to him and be quickly embraced her. He began kissing and caressing her. As he moved to enter her, she put a hand on his shoulder. "Sweetie, if you do that, you'll cum right away. Then I won't get an orgasm." 

He was breathing rapidly, he was at the peak of his arousal...but he knew she was right, he wouldn't be able to control himself tonight. He spoke softly, she could hear the anguish, the suffering, in his voice. 

"What do you want me to do, honey, you did promise me." She caressed his shoulder and his arm as she looked into his eyes. "Use your tongue tonight, then you can cum inside me...okay, sweetie"? 

He had become quite an expert at oral sex. He had learned exactly how to please her and he never refused to do it for her whenever she told him she wanted it. She had occasionally done oral sex for him, but he never asked her for it. 

He knew exactly what she liked. He began by kissing her forehead and then moving down her face, kissing her cheeks, her nose, her chin. When she closed her eyes, he kissed her eyelids, then he moved to her lips, kissing and licking them softly and tenderly. He gradually slipped his tongue between her lips, running it slowly over her teeth. He sucked her tongue into his mouth, holding it gently between his lips. Then he moved to her chin, her neck, her shoulders. He kissed each breast, especially her nipples. He sucked each nipple gently, then flicked it with his tongue, just the way she liked it. Then he began kissing her tummy and thighs. She lay back, her eyes still closed, enjoying his attention, making those little sounds of pleasure. 

She remembered that he had always been good at this, but it seemed that tonight was exceptional. He kissed her softly and gently, as he moved his mouth closer and closer to her center. He soon began to kiss and lick her outer lips, then her inner lips. He found his way slowly to her clitoris, his lips and tongue moving expertly over it until she cried out with pleasure.

He lay there, listening to her breathe, realizing that he had never felt the obsession to please her as he did now. His entire body felt more alive than it ever had. It was a feeling that he wanted to maintain as long as he could. "Should I do it for you again, baby?"

He had never asked her that after oral sex. She trembled at the thought of another orgasm. "Oh, sweetie, that would be wonderful."

He began to kiss and lick her again. Even though he ached for release, he went very slowly, feeling the need to satisfy her completely. The knowledge that he could bring her so much pleasure brought him more pleasure than he had known before. After he brought her to her second orgasm, he decided on his own that she should have a third one. She responded as he had hoped she would. After the third one, she reached down to him, caressing his hair. "I think that will do it, sweetie, you were just wonderful."

He moved back up the bed, his arms around her, his anticipation great. She held him, telling him how much he had pleased her. "Please let me cum now, Heather." 

It felt like an electric shock had passed through her. Her body was tingling. He was almost begging her to let him cum! 

She reached down and touched his cock. He moaned even louder as she began to caress it. He fell onto his back and she began to stroke and caress his cock and his balls, fondling him slowly and lovingly. She slid the side of her forefinger up and down the underside of his cock. She took it her hand, just barely holding it. It was harder than she had ever known it to be. She touched the head tenderly, slowly sliding just one fingertip over it, making little circles. She spread his precum over the head. She took his balls in her hand, holding them firmly, squeezing and tugging them gently. 

It was many minutes later when she put her lips on his ear so he could feel them move as she whispered to him. "I want you to cum tonight, sweetie, but I want to do this for a little while longer." He moaned his acceptance and she continued to fondle him. She began to kiss his cheek, his temple, his forehead, as she touched him as gently as she possibly could. He seemed to melt into her, letting her do whatever she chose. He seemed unable to do anything but moan.

But he did have a limit...and she knew it. He soon began to thrash about, no longer able to stay still. She kept whispering into his ear, "Soon, sweetie, soon" while she continued to caress him. Then she pulled him toward her, "Now, Douglas, now, I want you to cum now." 

His breathing was loud and labored as he moved over her. Heather liked to guide him to her, with her fingertips. She knew he was waiting for her to do so. She reached down between their bodies and slowly brought him to her. As soon as he entered her, he began to spurt. She held him tightly as he completed his orgasm and she rubbed his back lightly afterwards, feeling him lying on top of her, completely spent. She held him for many minutes until he was ready to move off her. His moans became slower and softer over the next few minutes. Afterwards, they lay together for a few minutes, exchanging vows of love. After he fell asleep, she lay there, listening to his breathing, feeling his warmth, and smiling. 

She had really enjoyed the last 24 hours and she promised herself it would happen more often. Sunday night was a good time for Doug to cum. So, maybe the next time, she'd start on a Friday night...or a Thursday night. Or, who, knows, maybe she could start on a Monday. Monday would be a whole week of Doug pleasing her and asking her for permission. It was such a delicious idea, she crossed her arms over her chest, hugging herself. She hadn't decided exactly how she was going to do it by the time she drifted off to sleep. 

THE END