Even better.
Seriously, how else are we to know that you approve unless the thighs are squeezing our head or we are getting heels dug into our backs?
Uh, maybe the moaning/screaming? Or, in my case, the passing out?
The guy I dated at Auburn loved really rough sex, but genuinely preferred going down on me to actual intercourse. That was all the foreplay he needed, and once I traveled around the world a few times and was begging him to stop, I could reciprocate and he would be a happy man. He was a perfectionist who loved his work. The very first time we were together, after the third or fourth separate one back to back (yes, multiples happen and they make your ears pop like flying in an airplane.) I hyperventilated to the point of passing out - according to him, I was completely unresponsive and not breathing. Of course, that lasted only maybe 30-45 seconds before I came to - but he was reaching for the phone to dial 9-1-1 when I woke up. Scared him absolutely to death. He thought he had killed me. True story.
Best night of my life... I think I still have bruises.