High Voltage

I can feel the muscles in my shoulders shaking as I press with all of my might. I grunt in frustration when she doesn’t budge a bit. Her satisfied smirk makes the fire inside of me burn a little hotter. I thrash against her to no avail, she has me pinned, like it or not.

I do like it though. She’s stronger than me and she can kick my ass. I like how sweaty we get when we wrestle like this, our breathing heavy from the work out and the excitement. I love fighting to win, scrappy and wiggling to free myself or shift her weight. Futility. I love the playful look on her face when she backs off just a little, and lets me feel like there’s a chance. I love the surrender that comes when she flexes her muscles again and leans forward, when I feel her weight against mine and I lose. Succumb. Her hips press me into the carpet and her mouth is my prize.

The bass pounds so loud through the speakers, our cheeks are pink from exertion, she kisses me hard and my heart pounds too. I love this fucking babe so much. I roll on top of her, our chests rise and fall faster than the music as we try and catch our breath. My lips are wet against hers, I feel dizzy, my smile looks drunk and dazed, I want her so bad. I grind against her, a little gasp, a tiny whine, I can feel that my panties are soaked through.

When she tries to flip me over I almost allow her, almost rag doll and let her have me. Something kicks in though, fight and flight and instinct. I feel my heart race and I struggle to get my wrists free, to pull myself out from under her. I squeal and she laughs, her tattoos are peeking out from her tank top, she’s so fucking sexy and I want her to win. I try to wriggle away anyway, but it’s futile, she’s pressing against my rib cage and I’m trapped. So trapped. Happily her captive. I wrap my legs around her and sigh, satisfied to be her pretty little prey. Satisfied in every little way.