Rachel is what you'd call a controllist.

Bounce. Right. Right, she can do that. She presses her toes to the mattress, using her knees and the well formed muscles in her thighs to push up...and ease back down. It's slow going at first while she tries to get the hang of it, hands dropping from under the jersey to brace on his chest. Her fingers toy with the nipple ring just slightly and she grins tiredly, triumphantly, way too into the way he twitches and swells underneath her. But even as a dancer, she's starting to tire, ache in a not so good way and when she just...drops back down, she stills for a second, gasping and mouthing at the underside of his jaw before she does it again, and again, and again, whimpering his name each time he slams up inside of her. "Noah." She whimpers. "Please...oh God..."