Relationship Game: "You're Different"

She's straddling me with her long black hair hanging down like a mermaid.
She's been in bed all day and her skin is soft and warm and her deep brown eyes burn intently into mine. She has the look women do when they're peering deep inside and trying to solve the puzzle.

"You're different.....you're not like other guys," she says and tries to read my reaction/face.
I don't respond or even react."
"Ask me why I think that," she commands with that air of haughtiness and little girl demanding that is endearing at times and petulant at others.
"Why do you think that?" I ask with an exaggerated weariness of a robot working all day at the robot factory followed by a smile as I play her strings with a deft and adroit touch of practice.

She tosses her hair and leans in more closely and kisses my neck, her small tongue tracing the edge of my jaw. Her tiny hands grip my soft t-shirt and she arches her back and hips into me.
She pauses, thinks intently, then says, "You're not threatened by other guys. You let me be myself. You're patient with me, baby. You're only demanding when I need you to be. It makes me want to submit to you more that way."
I don't reply, just take it in and ponder what it may mean to her, to me, to our relationship, in this moment in time and space and exchange.
"Ask me a question about what I just said."
"I'd rather just let it come out of you....rather than I direct your response or affect your thoughts."
"That's what I mean!" she nearly shouts with both frustration and that air of being pleased.
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It's taken some massive frame control to seem as though I don't care or am unflustered by her flirtatious ways, but it's good to know that's been the perception.
I am uncontrolled in the sense that I don't allow it to manifest in my speech or action.