Take It To The Limit

Take it…

He is still.

Standing — focused, unguarded — he sways just barely – gently – toward me then away, moving to the rhythm of my palm’s demand. His swollen flesh fills the cradle of my hand.

He is enjoying himself; there is no doubt of that.

But his soft-sweet responses are not quite in line with my intent. Because while I may near-always be soft, tonight I am feeling anything but sweet.

So I scrape my nails – forcefully, intentionally – across the purpled tumid tip of his cock.

…to the limit…

His intake of breath is a hiss; his exhale a moan.

He’s not so much still-stand-swaying now as trembling, shifting his hips, moving against the motion of Me, trying to withstand the scratch-pleasure dance of sharp fingertips working in counter-rhythm with the squeeze-twist wrist-roll of my opposite hand’s ministrations moving up and down his shaft.

…take it to the limit…

I know his tells. The push-forward of his belly breath, the tense-twitch of his fuck muscle, the flutter-shut of his eyelids.

He’s trying to breathe through it, to hold it back, to ride the edge.

But it’s too much.

“I’m gonna –” he stutters.

“NO.”

…take it to the limit…

I stop — not for long, but for long enough — and then ask with a look: Are you ready?

And we start again.

…one more time.

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Title and emphasized in-text italics inspired by Take It To The Limit by The Eagles.

13 thoughts on “Take It To The Limit”

Collaredmichael September 14, 2019 at 6:03 am

This has always been one of my favourite Eagles songs! I went through hell to buy this album way back in the day! But I had to have it.
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