"Hmmmm?" He was looking at me, feigning innocence.
I knew what he wanted from me. He always made it clear. That in this relationship, we were equal. He wants me to be more certain of myself. And that is the reason why I adore him.
"Touch yourself," came my more confident command.
He smirked and said, "That's more like it."
His hand reached for his straining manhood and he covered it with his hand. He then started to move his hand from the tip to its base repeatedly while looking at me with heated eyes.
He repeated his movement with confidence and his eyes slid close with the onslaught of sensual pleasure.
"Faster."
His hand moved in tune with my command and my breath hitched as I heard him groan in pleasure.
"Slower," I commanded as his groan was becoming increasingly frequent. His eyes flew open in protest. I knew that he was close to his climax but I don't want to grant him that yet.
