Page 10 of The Panther’s Edge

“Almost ready?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said, though I wasn’t entirely sure I was ready for a cock that size. But I was willing to try. I wanted to try. I wanted to know exactly what it felt like because, if he was this good with his hands, I had no doubt that he was about to blow my mind.

Ravi withdrew his fingers and I felt him shift beneath me. He positioned his cock, thick and heavy, against my entrance. He wrapped one arm around my waist, keeping me steady, and with the other hand guided himself inside me.

The initial pressure was intense. He moved slowly, giving me time to accommodate him, and I forced myself to breathe through it. The burn faded gradually, replaced by a deep fullness that made my breath catch.

“There,” he said softly. “Just like that. You’re doing beautifully.”

Once he was fully inside me, he didn’t move. He just held me there, his arms wrapped around me, his chin resting against my shoulder. I could feel his heartbeat against my back, steady and calm, while mine raced in my chest.

“Now we massage,” he said, and his hands began to move.

One hand worked across my chest and shoulders while the other massaged my thigh. All the while, he was inside me, and every movement of his body created the most subtle shifts of pressure. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. And it was far more intimate and tender than I expected. Tears threatened at the corners of my eyes almost immediately.

He pulsed inside me occasionally, a gentle flex of his cock that sent waves of pleasure through my body. His hands never stopped their work, finding tension and releasing it, working across my skin with the same careful attention he’d given the massage table. But now there was an added intensity to it, a connection that seemed to go beyond the physical.

My own cock, which had been painfully hard the entire time, began to leak steadily, pre-cum dripping down my shaft. I wanted to reach down and touch myself, but Ravi’s hands kept me pinned, and I realized that was exactly what he wanted. He wanted me to just receive, to let him take care of everything.

“Please,” I found myself whispering. “I need⁠—”

“I know what you need,” he said. “But not yet. Not until I’m ready to give it to you. We haven’t released everything yet.”

He continued like that, his hands working my body while his cock stayed buried inside me, pulsing occasionally but never actually moving in and out. It was exquisite torture. Every part of me was begging for more friction, more movement, more of everything, but he held me suspended in that space of desperate need.

Time lost all meaning. I couldn’t have said if it was minutes or hours that he held me like that, massaging me from the inside and out, keeping me balanced on the knife’s edge of release. My body began to shake with the effort of holding back, sweat beading on my skin despite the cool air of the room.

“You’re close,” Ravi observed. It wasn’t a question.

“So close,” I gasped. “Please, I can’t⁠—”

“You can,” he said firmly. “You can hold on. Just a little longer.”

His hand moved down to wrap around my cock, and I thought I might actually die from the need. His grip was firm but he didn’t stroke, just held me, his palm warm against my shaft. The sensation of being completely full, completely held, completely at his mercy was overwhelming.

“Now,” he finally said as the tears of frustration rolled down my cheeks. “Cum for me.”

His hand began to move, stroking me in long, deliberate strokes while his hips finally started to move inside me. He fucked me slowly, deeply, his cock hitting my prostate with expert precision. His other hand pressed against my chest, holding me in place as I began to fall apart.

The orgasm that hit me was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. It started somewhere deep in my core and radiated outward, consuming my entire body. I came hard, my cock pulsing in his grip as he stroked me through it, his movements never faltering. I came and came, my body wracked with the force of it, tears streaming down my face.

Ravi held me through it all, his arm around my waist keeping me from flying apart, his hand still working my cock, his hips still moving inside me with that same steady, relentless pace. When my orgasm finally began to fade, he picked up his pace, his breathing growing heavier against my ear.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “That’s what you needed. That’s what you deserve. Now I’m going to make you cum again.”

His words sent a fresh wave of heat through me. I’d already cum harder than I ever had in my life, my body still trembling with the aftershocks, and he was already talking about doing it again. I should have been exhausted. Should have needed time to recover. But my cock, amazingly, was already beginning to harden again in his grip.

“I don’t think I can,” I said, though even as the words left my mouth, I knew they weren’t true.

“You can,” Ravi said with absolute certainty. “Your body has been starved for this. For attention. For care. It’s going to give you everything it’s been holding back.”

He was right. As impossible as it seemed, I could feel my arousal building again, my cock responding to his touch and the continued pressure of him inside me. His pace quickened, his breathing growing ragged against my ear. The hand on my chest moved to grip my shoulder, anchoring me as his hips moved faster.

I pressed back against him, meeting his thrusts, my hands gripping his thighs. The sensitivity was almost too much, every nerve ending screaming, but I didn’t want him to stop. Couldn’t imagine asking him to stop.

“Yes,” he growled, his voice dropping lower. “Just like that. Take it.”

His movements became less controlled, more urgent. I could feel him getting close, and could sense the moment his restraint began to slip. His arm tightened around my waist, holding me firmly against him as his hips drove into me with increasing intensity.