Anna didn't want to be on top. Under normal circumstances, Anna liked being on top. When she was with Dean, anyway, she'd found she liked it. (She really didn't have much else to compare it to.) It was probably a control issue. Anna had a lot of those. So on a normal basis, being on top wouldn't have bothered her. But right now nothing was normal. She didn't want control.
And she didn't have it. Anna pressed down onto him and realized that he was still setting the pace from beneath her. She pressed her hands into his chest and had to follow his lead.
She also didn't want to look at him. No, that wasn't exactly right. She didn't want to see him smirking up at her like the bastard she knew he was. Instead of gazing at him when their eyes met, Anna leaned down, pressing her elbows into the mattress so she could press her lips to his.