She took him much faster now, imagining that his hand was on the back of her head and forcing her down. She took care to continue the pressure from her teeth, knowing that if she did hurt him at all, she could always heal him before the next round. He hadn’t stopped thrashing in protest, but he was giving her many more moans of approval. Her memory of his hand guiding her head was so strong that she rather though he must be having a similar if not greater experience of this with her in charge. She remembered how he would sometimes hold her down as he bucked his hips up into her, and so she made a very distinct move to bring her lips down to the base of his cock and stop moving.