A kind of delicious agony tightened his groin as she ran the cloth from her toes up to her thighs.

His groin became one hot, glorious, delicious agony, that he knew would explode in the next minute.

The heat from her body mingled with the heat between his thighs, turning him marble hard in a delicious agony of need.

He tried to explain about the delicious agony, the joy passing all joys, the-- "Is it better than fairy dust?"

She writhed in a delicious agony of arousal and anticipation.

They stayed there until the warmth in Blade's groin became heat, then a form of delicious agony he couldn't have described to save his life.

The sensations were new and novel, and holding back was a delicious agony in itself.

Some experience this as a delicious agony, others distrust it.

He remembers the delicious agony, as a neutral fan.

Your quarry is within reach, you suffer the delicious agony of anticipation and uncertainty.