He honestly can’t say he’s surprised when he’s flipped over onto his back.  If he so desired he could at any moment take control back from her, he believed he’d proved plenty he was stronger than her, he was just letting her have her fun.  That being said, the view was incredible, and it was nice to have his back on his own bed again.  Letting out a satisfied hum as her delicate fingers ran over his torso, he looked back up at her, grin stretching wide.

His fingers decided they were going to once again wander as well, as they glided up her thighs, the rough texture of his fingers moving, barely touching, her flesh as he moved up to unlace what was left of her top.  Before he could get past unlacing the top, she comes down on him hard, and he has to close his eyes and let out a deep grunt.  Oh she’s good, still an amateur, but good nonetheless.  His half lidded eyes dare to meet her’s through the pleasured grunts, and he grins.

“Come now, Your Highness, is that all you can do?”  And once again after they’ve proven to one another just how passionate they were for one another, it was a game, almost sporting.  He stresses the ‘Your Highness’ again, because he does notice the royalty in her shining brightly through– not that he minds it in any way shape or form, in fact this is a wonderful side of her, coupled with the best view of her he’d gotten besides her splayed out on her back face burning red and practically becoming putty in his hands.  By the gods was she absolute perfection, even when she was riding him like a stallion.