She appeared to yield to the flip, going so far as to squirm down into her decadent sheets. She let her gaze trail down between them to eye the sight of him hanging between his thighs, thick and potent. The stiff leather of her boots scraped along his outer thighs as she slowly lifted her legs.

"Mmm, you have my complete attention, sweet thing," she purred. She was flexible enough to lift up against the hold of her arms far enough to kiss him without trying to pull out of his grip. She still held the dildo gripped in her right hand. She hadn't lost it in the shuffle.

Her kiss was deep, intense. Her mouth on his was devouring, as though he were the only man ever to have graced her bed, or at least the only one who meant a damn. She could throw herself easily into the mindset, legs wrapping tighter to force a grind. She was wet, hot, yet somehow managed to keep him from getting a good angle to complete the come-hither.

She rode that edge right up to the point she worked herself into just the right position. Then it seemed as though she went strangely boneless or shifted her center of gravity with the skill of a cat, because suddenly, he was on his back, she atop him, and coming right down onto him to ride him. She enveloped him in slick heat, an expert clench drawing him in tightly and pulsing him inside her in a rolling stroke.

"I like to be on top." She bit his lip hard enough to draw a bead of blood. "I doubt you'll mind."