I mounted my partner and became aroused, then took control as he requested more

I found myself drawn to my partner, his lustful gaze igniting a fire within me. As he lay there, I straddled him, my body responding to his unspoken desires. My arousal grew, and so did his, as I began to move rhythmically on top of him. His hands roamed over my body, his touch sending shivers down my spine. His pleas for more only fueled my desire, and I obliged, taking control of the situation. I began to dominate him, my every move designed to push him to his limits. His moans filled the room as I continued to assert my dominance, his body writhing under mine. The sight of his disheveled clothes only added to the eroticism of the moment. This was not just about sex, it was about power and submission. And I was in control.