He lifted his hips, his penis pressing upward, insistent against the soft mound of her sex. She shifted slightly, opening her thighs for him, her breath coming fast as she felt him slip within her welcoming body, claiming her for his own. It was a glorious possession and she reveled in every deepening thrust within the tight sheath, moving with his rhythm.

“Kneel up. You’ll have more control,” he instructed softly, clasping her hips.

Petra did as he said, kneeling astride him. She looked down at the point where their bodies were joined, at the hard pulsing penis pushing into her opened body, and thought she’d never seen anything so gloriously erotic. She lifted her hips, then very slowly brought them down again, enclosing him inch by inch, reveling in his low moan of pleasure. A heady rush of pure sensual triumph washed through her at the knowledge of how much power she had to give or deny his pleasure at this moment. She was now in possession, Guy belonged to her in these moments and as her climax rushed upon her she leaned forward, changing the angle of her possession, heard his joyous cry at the moment of his release. Her own cry blended with his as she fell forward on his body, her forehead resting on his shoulder, her legs straightening as the wonderful weakness washed through her, turning her limbs to jelly.

Guy held her gently, too drained by climax himself to do more than stroke her back in gratitude. “Oh, witchy woman, indeed,” he managed finally. “You unman me, sweetheart.”

“Do I?” Petra murmured into the hollow of his neck, thrilling to the idea. She had realized from the beginning that sex was an act of power and possession, it needed a possessor and one willing to be possessed. Until this moment it had seemed axiomatic that men were the possessors, their female partners the willingly possessed in the act of love. But Guy had just shown her that the parts could be switched with even greater pleasure for both partners.

“I didn’t know it could be like that,” she said, lifting her head slightly. “I thought men were always on top.”

He laughed, the muscles in his chest and stomach rippling against her skin still pressed into his. “Oh, there are many variations, sweetheart. And I intend we should try them all.” He slid his arms between their bodies and lifted her, rolling her onto the bed beside him. “I could stay here all day with you, but the world is intruding.”

Leaning over her, he kissed the corner of her mouth, before getting off the bed. “It’s almost five o’clock. Would you like some tea?”