Her heart was pounding with anticipation as she waited for him to speak. He stared at her for a long time, taking in her sparkly eyes peeking out at him through long lashes, the way her teeth grazed her bottom lip when she was exited. When he finally spoke, it was one word. "Submit."
Her eyes widened in excitement, then narrowed in defiance as she replied "make me."
She turned and ran, knowing she wouldn't get far, but the chase was half the fun – for both of them!
He caught up with her as she ran into a dead end. She stood there breathing hard as she realised there was no way out. He stepped towards her and she tried to run past him, but he grabbed her round the waist with one arm and pushed her back against the wall. He used the weight of his body to hold her there whilst he grabbed both of her wrists and held them up above her head.
They were both panting hard, their faces so close to each other. "Submit" he said again as their lips almost touched. "NO" she said through gritted teeth, and her body writhed against him as she tried futilely to get away.
He leaned in to kiss her but she turned her face away, still defiant despite her position. He growled, and took both her wrists in one hand, still pressed against the wall above her head. He pressed his knee between her thighs, almost lifting her off the floor, and grabbed hold of her hair with his now free hand. He turned her head to face him. Her eyes were shining and her breath was ragged as he bent down and kissed her mouth.
She tried to resist him, she really did! But the feel of him against her, the taste of him in her mouth, the gentle pain where he held her wrists and her hair was overwhelming. She started to kiss him back, her tongue searching hungrily for his, their mouths pressed together hard in a rough, frantic, passionate kiss.
He felt her body relax as she gave in to his kiss, felt her start to grind her hips against him as she kissed him back.
He smiled to himself and pulled his face away. She tried to follow his lips with her own but the hand on her hair held her back." No" she whispered," kiss me."
She tried to reach for him again and he moved his face close enough for their noses to touch. She could feel his breath on her lips, but couldn't reach to touch him. He was so close she could feel every inch of him pressed against her. She could feel the bulge in his jeans digging in to her hip and she knew he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
Her pussy was hot and wet with desire, making a wet patch on his knee where she ground herself against him.
He let go of her hair and moved his hand to her waist, tracing the shape of her breast with his finger on the way down.
She gasped as she felt his hand move under her shirt and make contact with a soft skin of her stomach.
He stroked his hand up until he found her breast and squeezed it through the fabric of her bra making her moan.
