Don't be gentle? That she could definitely manage, as gentle was not her most familiar setting. Roughness, she was used to. Roughhousing, wrestling, fighting...biting, scratching. She craved it, and was curious about it in this context--but what if she hurt him badly, even if he told her not to go easy on him? She didn't normally worry about opponents in a sparring match, since she knew her own strength and if they came into the ring, they were prepared for what they got. But this was different! She may have fooled around, but she was still new to much of it, and hadn't gotten a chance to test or learn her limits.
Or Ki'adan's.
But he'd let her know if it was too much, right?
She let out a gasp against his lips, a sharp, needy moan as she nibbled his bruised lips and thrust her hips down onto him, again and again, her skin hot against his. She clung to him and bit at his neck, at his jaw, and tangled her hands in his hair and held on tightly as she rode him,. She bit her lip to hold back her cries, letting her breath out in shaky whimpers, because even though he made her want to scream, she was so used to having to be quiet and careful and alert.
"W-what's not fa--ah! What's not fair?" she asked breathlessly, before she gave him a wicked little smile between panted breaths and grabbed his wrists--quickly shoving him flat onto his back with his hands pinned beside his head. She grinned down at him, her braids framing her face, and began to rock on him anew--and her wicked grin soon melted to pleasure as she took him at a new angle, her eyes fluttering shut and face flushing as she moved, taking her sweet time in learning him.
"Th-that I'm on top?" And she stuck her tongue out playfully at him. In her tribe, at least, men would often make jabs at each other about "being on the bottom", considering it womanly.