The next three days felt like the longest of his life.
Each night, he would start talking to Juliet on the phone at 7 PM. By the time 8 PM rolled around, he would be naked on his bed, edging his cock. His voice was weak and hers was strong. It seemed like she was taking great joy in keeping him at the edge of sexual relief for hours each night. As their nightly conversation ended, she would tell him to stop. He would do so, albeit reluctantly, and she would order him to not orgasm.
"Not yet," She whispered through the speaker in his ear. "Soon, though. Go clean yourself up and I'll talk to you tomorrow night." With that, she would hang up.
The water of his building just wasn't cold enough to suppress his desire for release. Every time he reached for his aching member to finish himself off, he hesitated. He didn't have her permission to do that yet. So, he would soak himself in the cold water and go to bed naked, still hard as a rock. It began to affect him during the day. He found himself daydreaming about her voice and when he might meet her again. On the fourth day since she began to edge him, his balls most certainly blue and his member almost always hard, he received a text from her number. It was an address and an apartment number, followed by a single sentence.
7 PM. You'll cum tonight.
He nearly wept with joy after reading that message. Tucking his phone back into his pocket, he felt like he could finally focus after such an arduous couple of days. He had edged himself before, sure, but he had always cum the same day. It had never been denied to this extent before. He wondered how it was going to feel as he typed away at his keyboard.
6:55 PM. He got out a few minutes early, got some sunflowers from a shop down the street from where Juliet lived. Why he bought them, he wasn't entirely sure of. Maybe he hoped that she would like them and let him cum quickly. Two minutes before seven, he arrived at her door and knocked three times. He waited. And waited. Biting his bottom lip, he knocked again. No answer. He didn't hear anyone walking around. Did he have the wrong apartment? Looking down at his phone, he was checking the address when the door opened.
Juliet stood there with a smirk on her red painted lips. "Did I keep you waiting?" She teased. All she was wearing was a light grey bathrobe that ended midthigh, loosely bound and exposing the curvature of her breasts. "Are those for me?" She asked, stepping aside to allow him into the apartment.
"Oh. Yes!" He said, having completely forgotten about the flowers, handing them over as he walked into her apartment.
It was a newer place, all modern stainless steel and glass with white furniture. The floors were a dark wood that was polished to a near mirror sheen. There was even a balcony overlooking a gorgeous view of the downtown area, hundreds of windows filled with light. As he turned around to compliment her place, Juliet had snuck up and pressed her lips to his. His mind felt like it was short-circuiting, melting under the feeling of her lips on his alone. Closing his eyes, he practically fell into her, Juliet's hands running up and down his arms. His heart was pounding almost painfully in his chest.
