Face down ass up??

You can't take your eyes off the redhead, that warm copper spill of hair fanning across the sheets while everything below demands equal attention.

You feel the pull immediately — the curve of those hips tilted up, the soft weight of flesh offered without apology, the particular silence of a body arranged entirely for pleasure.

You know exactly what this position means, what it asks of you, what it expects you to do next. You trace the line from the small of that back downward with your eyes, then let your hands finish the thought.