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(One Small Problem, continued...)
Ash advances on you with an eager look in her eyes. She reaches out her hands with the fingers splayed. You take the invitation and your hands reach for hers and your fingers interlace. Immediately the two of you begin pushing and straining against one another. Your muscles strain as you each try and gain an advantage. You are impressed. Ash is stronger than you thought she was… but not stronger than you.
You hear Ash grunt with exertion and hear her start to breathe more heavily. You haven’t broken a sweat. Emboldened ,you double your efforts and Ash’s eyes widen as she starts to give ground. You give her a little grin and quickly wrap one of your legs around one of hers causing her to trip backwards. She falls and hits the ground. Still joined at the hands, you fall forward after her and land atop her. Your hands separate in the bump but you are already moving. You straddle her and, grabbing her wrists, you pin them to the floor.
“Looks like this isn’t going the way you thought,” you say to Ash with a wicked grin.
In response, Ash writhes beneath you, trying to break free. The movement of her body against yours is intensely erotic and only turns you on more. You press down against her, holding down her body with yours — keeping her arms trapped — and bringing your faces closer together.
She stares up into your eyes with defiance. In response to the intensity building between you, you reflexively put your mouth to hers in an act of dominance. Your tongues wrestle just as your bodies did.
She twists her head away for a moment, breaking the kiss. “You win,” she says, “Take me.”
You don’t need telling twice. You mount your defeated captive and proceed to ride her hard. The grunts and moans that emanate from you both are animalistic and primal before they end in triumphant climax.
As your bodies relax post-coitus, Ash stops struggling and surrenders completely.
“That was intense,” you admit, “Do you admit that pineapple on pizza is bullshit?”
“Oh fuck pineapple on pizza,” says Ash. “I just wanted to goad you into taking me roughly. I’d heard angry sex was good. I was told you hate pineapple on pizza so it seemed an easy way to get you riled up.”
“Well, it worked,” you admit. “So you don’t like pineapple on pizza?”
“That’s an understatement.”
Well how about that. Sexually adventurous and hating pineapple on pizza — it looks like you struck gold with Ash.
The End
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