I ruined his orgasm & left him to go and wash my hands.
I came back in his robe & sat on the side of the bed. He was lying exactly where I left him. I took his penis in my hand, soft from the ruined orgasm, and confirmed that he had ejaculated but not orgasmed.
I started masturbating him and he covered his face. I instructed him to uncover his face as I wanted to look at it. He moaned, groaned, wriggled, squirmed, bit the inside of his arm. As the intensity of the feelings rose I knew his orgasm was close.
In the moment, as his body reacted to his orgasm I was stunned by the beauty of it. I was overwhelmed by the power of the moment, by the magnitude of this gift I gave him, that was mine to give him.
Right there & then I felt the calm of owning him, of knowing exactly how to bring him pleasure, of knowing him.