Musicman is not a verbal man, never has been. That actually works out pretty well for us, because usually I talk enough for both of us. But, sometimes I want the words, I want him to tell me what he wants. Last night was one of those times, I wanted the words, he wasn't much in the mood to give me them.
We had been watching TV, I was already lying on the bed, he was sitting on the couch. When the show we were watching was over he joined me in bed. I knew he was in the mood for a blow job. How did I know this? He spread out all over the bed and only covered his feet with the blanket. This is his nonverbal way of telling me that he wants my attention. I know this, but I didn't respond, I wanted the words.
I didn't get them. What I got was his hand, firmly grasping my throat, just enough pressure to make me squirm and also make me wet. I still didn't oblige, I wanted the words, though I didn't say that. It's an odd little nonverbal game we sometimes play.
Since I didn't respond to the hand on my throat, he next started pulling, pinching and twisting my nipple. Oh, yum, getting wetter, but I still didn't give him what he wanted. I suppose I wanted to see what he would do next.
His hand went back to my throat, a little more pressure than the last time, then back to my nipple, twisting and pinching. I was really starting to squirm by then, but I wasn't ready to give up the game. He seemed to know that because he picked up the intensity, switching back and forth between his hand applying pressure at my throat and twisting and pulling my nipple.
Finally, I was too wet and too squirmy, I had to have him. I gave him what he wanted, I knew I would, I always do. I fairly dove onto his cock, licking and sucking, encircling him with my hands as I licked and explored his beautiful, hard member. I do find it truly beautiful.
For a mostly nonverbal man, the minute I gave him what he wanted, he started talking. He directs, he praises, he verbally expresses his appreciation, all the while his hand on my head, fingers buried in my hair directing the whole thing.
Initially, I didn't get what I wanted, but in the end, we both got what we wanted. Dang, the man knows how to exert his dominance without even saying a word, that's talent.