There was a temptation, as he stared down to her with his own breath coming hard, to hold her still even as she pushed against his grip to pull off of him. Not because it felt good to have her there, though it absolutely did, but because the power was a little bit intoxicating, and because he thought she would like it just as much. He held back though and let her up, pushing her hair back again as she panted and stared at him, though this time it was the hand at her neck that held her still so he could do it. He groaned a little, watching her taunt with her thumb, and swore again, when she bent over him once more.
He kept her there for a little longer, never quite holding her down, he always let up when she pushed back, but also pushing the boundaries. Keeping her down a little longer, pushing a little faster. He was testing her but also himself, figuring out what he really liked. Finally, he pulled her hair hard and lifted her up off of him, his cock twitching briefly in the absence of her warmth.
He leaned over to kiss her, letting go of her hair but keeping his hand resting at her throat. It was a little rough and harsh but she tasted like sex and faintly of chlorine and when he pulled back it was only to speak against her lips. “I wanna fuck you.”