Lace and Longing: Edging and Intimacy
I dimmed the lights and lit a few candles, casting a soft, warm glow across the room, and setting the stage for our intimate evening.
The bed—dressed in plush, inviting sheets—sat in the center, beckoning us. I stepped away and slipped into a soft, silky pajama set, the fabric whispering against my skin. Beneath, I wore a lace bra and matching panties, the delicate lace hugging my curves. My hair fell in loose waves down my back, and I took a moment to admire myself in the mirror before joining my husband in the bedroom.
When I returned, he was already lying on the bed, his eyes dark with desire as he took in my appearance. I approached him slowly, my hips swaying with each step. As I reached the foot of the bed, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my pajama bottoms and began to slide them down, revealing my lace panties inch by inch.
The panties were a deep, rich black, the lace so fine and delicate that they left little to the imagination. They hugged my curves perfectly, accentuating the swell of my hips and the curve of my body. The lace pattern created a tantalizing contrast against my skin, highlighting every dip and curve. The thin strip of fabric that ran between my legs was so sheer that it barely concealed anything, offering a teasing glimpse of what lay beneath.
I could see his eyes widening as he took in the sight of me, his breath hitching with anticipation. I stepped out of the pajama bottoms, kicking them aside, and stood before him in nothing but my lace bra and panties. The cool air of the room brushed against my skin, making me shiver with excitement.
I climbed onto the bed, straddling him, my knees pressing into the soft sheets on either side of his hips. Leaning down, I unbuttoned his pants, revealing his hardness straining against the fabric of his boxers. I ran my fingertips lightly over the outline of his shaft, feeling it jump beneath my touch.
I slid my hand beneath the waistband of his boxers, wrapping my fingers around his length. He groaned, his hips bucking slightly as I began to stroke him. I could feel his body tensing, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. I leaned down and kissed his neck, my lips trailing down to his collarbone as I continued to stroke him.
I whispered in his ear, “You feel so good in my hand. So hard and thick. I love how you respond to my touch.”
His body shuddered beneath me, and I could feel him pulsing in my hand. I increased the pressure, my hand moving in a steady rhythm. His pre-cum glistened at the tip, and I used it to lubricate my strokes, making them smoother and more intense.
I sat up, my eyes locked on his as I continued to stroke him. I could see the pleasure building in his eyes, his body tensing with each movement of my hand. I leaned down and whispered, “I’m going to make you come so hard, baby. But not yet. Not until I say so.” With a final stroke, I released him, and he let out a low groan of frustration.
With a slow, sensual motion, I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra, letting it fall to the side. My breasts spilled free, round and full, their weight causing them to sway gently. The lace of my bra had left a delicate imprint on my skin, a reminder of the restraint it had provided. My nipples were hard and sensitive, the cool air making them even more pronounced.
I smiled, knowing that the anticipation would only heighten his pleasure. I slid my hand beneath his shirt, my fingers tracing the contours of his chest as I leaned down to kiss him deeply.
His hands tangled in my hair, and I could feel his body responding to my touch. I slid my hand back down to his shaft, wrapping my fingers around him once more. This time, I used a firmer grip, my hand moving in a quick, tight rhythm. I could feel his body tensing, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.
I leaned down and whispered in his ear, “You’re so close, aren’t you? I can feel it. Your body is begging for release.”
His hips bucked, and I could feel his shaft pulsing in my hand. I knew he was right on the edge, so I slowed my strokes, bringing him back down from the brink. He let out a low groan, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.
I continued to edge him, using a variety of techniques. Sometimes I stroked him slowly, savoring the feel of his hard length in my hand. Other times, I used a quick, tight grip, bringing him close to the edge before slowing down again. I used my other hand to cup his balls, rolling them gently in my palm as I stroked him.
His body was slick with sweat, and I could feel his muscles tensing beneath me. I knew he was close to the breaking point, so I leaned down and whispered, “Come for me, baby. Let me see you come undone.”
With a final stroke, I felt his shaft pulse in my hand. Strands of his hot, sticky seed spilled out, coating my fingers. I stroked him gently, milking every last drop from his body. He collapsed back onto the bed, his chest heaving with exertion.
But I wasn’t done yet. I slid off him and lay down beside him, my body pressed against his. He reached for me, his hands exploring my curves as he kissed me deeply. I could feel his body responding to my touch, his shaft hardening once more.
He slid his hand beneath the waistband of my panties, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing in tight circles. The sensation was intense, and I cried out as my pleasure built. He continued to stroke me, his fingers moving in a steady rhythm as he brought me closer to the edge.
I could feel my body tensing, my inner muscles clenching with anticipation. He leaned down, his mouth capturing my nipple, sucking gently as his tongue swirled around the sensitive tip. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, and I cried out as my orgasm crashed over me. My body convulsed, my inner muscles clenching as wave after wave of pleasure washed through me. He continued to stroke me, his fingers drawing out my pleasure until I was a trembling, boneless heap in his arms.
He slid down my body, his mouth finding my clit once more. He sucked gently, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub as he brought me to the brink of another orgasm. I cried out, my body tensing as he pushed me over the edge once more.
I collapsed back onto the bed, my body slick with sweat and my breaths coming in ragged gasps. He crawled up beside me, his arm wrapping around me as he pulled me close.
We lay there together, our bodies entwined, as we drifted off to sleep, sated and content.
Sabrina Marx, this story is a 5 rating with a bullet!
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We’ve always said in regards to our sex within marriage “Different is good!”
This story is an excellent example of that. Not all sex has to end in PIV. In fact, this story still depicts lovemaking / making love. And it depicts it in a wonderful sensual way!
I’ve always loved your descriptions of orgasms. This one is excellent:
“My body convulsed, my inner muscles clenching as wave after wave of pleasure washed through me. He continued to stroke me, his fingers drawing out my pleasure until I was a trembling, boneless heap in his arms.”
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Think of my name – I really am enjoying this story …
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We need to know who Sabrina Marx is in real life. I’d buy your books. These stories are high quality erotic fiction. Well done.
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Thank you all so much for your incredible feedback and support! I'm genuinely touched by your thoughtful comments and enthusiasm for my writing.
To Tutchh – Your kisses and hearts mean the world to me! Thank you for your consistent engagement and warmth.
To LovingMan – I love your philosophy that "different is good" within marriage! You've captured exactly what I hoped to convey – that intimacy takes many beautiful forms beyond just PIV. I'm so glad my description resonated with you; I try to write orgasms that feel authentic and relatable rather than purely performative.
To CreamyPatty – Haha, your comment made me smile! I'm thrilled you're enjoying the story so much.
To NaughtyWife64 – Your question about who Sabrina Marx is in real life is flattering and something I've been thinking about a lot lately. I'm actually considering writing a book, but I'm still figuring out how to balance that with maintaining some privacy. I'd want to write uninhibitedly, which might require staying a bit mysterious. I haven't quite worked out how to navigate that yet – to find another approach that allows me the creative freedom I need while still connecting with readers like you who've been so supportive.
To sheisthebest60 – "5 rating with a bullet" is the highest compliment! Thank you for such enthusiastic praise – I'm so honored you feel that way about my work.
Your encouragement definitely makes me more seriously consider taking that next step into longer-form writing. Thank you all for being such wonderful readers!
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♥️💋my hearts and kisses are agreement with all the postitive comments.
Sabrina, you are among some thoughtful and talented writers here.
Stepping away from attempting to write due to my frustrations with my poor job at editing.
I've come to the point that my part here is to comment and encourage you all.
I am so happy to read the wonderful experiences that you all are having. So many in the church really need to read and see how big of a part a couples sexuality is to the overall well being to their marriage and friendship.
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[From MH: Normally we'd be happy to help you with that editing part, but we have quite a few submissions pending, so it's keeping us busy! Hopefully at a later time we'll have more bandwidth available to help you again.]
Thank you M. H. , however even though I try on my end there is something Im doing or not doing that is changing words.
[From MH: Sorry you're having trouble. Perhaps it's some kind of technology issue, like an auto-correct or speech-to-text feature that is trying to be too smart for its own good and ends up writing the wrong thing for you. That certainly happens to us sometimes!]