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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Staring.
That's how it always starts.
One staring at the other.
Waiting.
Anticipation building.
The gap between the two seeming to widen without either giving an inch.
Both body's taut.
Waiting.
Then briefly her eyes shift.
And at that the battle starts.
She charges, hoping to gain the advantage of an early flurry of motion.
Hoping to catch him off guard.
A good plan but risky.
He has the weight advantage so she needs to go low. Get him off his feet.
His haunches lower to counteract but she expected that and he is taken down.
Feeling the air pushed from his lungs he does the only thing he can and that is to hold onto her.
So there they lie, his arms around her waist with her shoulder pressed into his chest. She has the advantage. He's winded and on his back. He may have the hold but it's not cinched.
With a sudden movement she frees herself but pauses not knowing where to target.
As she pauses he takes the opportunity to roll over and get up. Bad move. With that she is able to get her arms around his neck in an attempt to get him to tap.
That's the goal.
Surrender.
Submission.
Ownership.
She thinks she has won. It's a good hold and has always proven difficult for him to escape.
With her weight on his back he can't bring himself back to standing. She has him beneath her and her heart jumps. She can win this.
His hands clutch at her arms looking for an escape. Trying to break her grip. Desperate to make things as they should be.
He turns back onto his back hoping his weight pressing on her will make her loosen her grip but it's ineffective.
She wraps her legs around his chest. More leverage. He's stuck.
Turning his head to the side buys him a few moments and he stops to breathe. To take stock.
He makes a decision. She will be his. To play with and make submit. He has his plans already laid out for what he will do once she taps and he will make sure that said plans will not be wasted tonight.
Mimicking her earlier plan of surprise movements he quickly reaches one hand for her elbow and the other for her hand.
He pushes her elbow over his chin while pulling on her hand and the hold is broken.
Her eyes widen.
She wasn't expecting this. She tightens the legs around his waist and scrambles to regain the hold around his neck feeling the weariness that brief but forceful exertions can cause.
At least partially able to move again he sits up slightly and twists his hips and torso so he is now chest to chest with her.
Using the legs still wrapped so tightly around his waist, he brings his knees beneath him to lift her hips off the ground and wraps her in a hug with his head over her shoulder.
He squeezes.
Such an intimate position. Chest to chest, her legs wrapped around his waist both breathing heavily.
With both his weight pressing down and his bear hug clinched she is caught off guard.
The pressure reminds her of all the moments they have shared. Then so tender and now just unrelenting.
She is now the one who is out of breath. She slaps and bites but his hold is locked and he's not letting go.
She can feel his breath pass her ear. Ragged and harsh but she can feel the smile she can't see.
She's lost. He's won.
He is just waiting for her to signal. To tap.
Then the real fun can begin.
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