First, I'd make sure you were flat on your back. I'd... force your legs apart, and get between them.

[He doesn't hesitate to put the force in this fantasy that he wants to be there, all things still considered. He closes his eyes and it's kind of funny, talking like this now that he's in the afterglow instead of the heat of things. He's still committed, but it just - isn't doing much for him except enhancing those little ripples of pleasure that he's settled into. He's got to talk some filth to Nick next time while his dick's still hard and wanting, he'd probably be even cruder.]

I'd hike your knees to your chest and fuck you hard. Making you beg for it the whole time.