"Okay," I said in a squeaky voice.
Ro set up the under-the-mattress restraint system in record time, then fell back on the mattress. "Do with me what you will." A flash of uncertainty crossed his face. "Just no blindfold, okay?"
I nodded in perfect understanding. "Touch yourself."
He ran his thumb over the slit of his cock, his gaze not leaving mine.
"Fist it." I wanted him undone piece by piece for our mutual pleasure.
"Why, Nava Katz, are you doing the 'dirty talks?'"
I blushed.
"Poor baby. Say 'Rohan, grip your cock a bit too tight, twisting it so there's the faintest edge of pain.'"
"Grip your cock a bit too tight. Then twist it so there's the faintest edge of pain." My voice was breathy.
"Hmm." He bit his lip, a thoughtful expression on his face.
I was riveted on the picture of his elegant fingers stroking his steely erection.