She turned him back on his back. She rarely asserted dominance at all, deferring it seemed to his natural preference, being on top in those times they both seemed to want it that way.
Tonight, though, she was definitely taking control, and it felt good enough that he didn't really mind it like he might have with anyone else at all. He groaned as she slid onto him, rocking up his hips hard in an effort to bury himself fully into her.
He was under no illusions that he had much of any control right now. Part of him didn't like it, but she was riding him and she was like some sort of force of nature, some succubus come to ride him to the peak of ecstacy.
All he could do was make the effort to join her rhythm, fisting the covers cause her hips were moving too much to grab. He watched as her breasts shook as she moved on him, felt the heat of her around him, the sound of her sexy voice speaking his name.
"Gods... Mandy, ung, good gods," was about the extent of his vocabulary at the moment. He didn't want to beg or plead, but he wanted to have her, wanted to find pleasure in her, watch her come apart.