I love to watch a woman in the throes of DATY passion, where she's almost reached a real orgasm but not quite there yet.  Her body aching for release, her eyes flashing with desire, her hands urging me forward as her thighs begin to squeeze and the hips buckle.  She's thrusting against my face and breathing raggedly, perhaps faintly mewing encouragement but words have lost meaning, then her eyes close tightly and the quivering reaches a crescendo as she stops breathing.  Doesn't happen all the time, and the rarity is what plays into making it special.

I think women like to watch my genuine joy at spending time with them.  Knowing that of all the people out there, I chose YOU to meet, and am happy to be with you for even a short period of time.  Secure in their power as my singular focus for our time together, and that the world stops outside of their door.  Watching me smile as I caress their curves, exploring like a little kid in a candy store.