"Sometimes," Atlas said in response, moving his large hands over her thighs and hips. Then he smirked and grabbed her firmly, rolling them over again so that he was on top.
Grabbing her hands, he pulled them up above her head and held them with one of his own, the other running down her arm and body, tracing patterns in her skin. "But I never like to lose the upper hand," he said then.
He moved his hips sharply then, and began fucking her fast. "You don't mind being held down, do you, love?"