A devious smirk slips over her face when he groans.  Sometime or another she'll get a full blown one out of him. Until, she's going to drive him into a state of bliss. He arches his back when he let's loose a mixture of pleasure in surprise. She gets his point when he pulls on her hand. She backs him up to the wall, all the better to use both hands. She uses both thumbs, alternalting gentle and circles with more pressure where his member connects to him. "Feels good, doesn't," she asks teasingly. She doesn't expect a cognant answer. She wonders how long he can hold out this time.