Wrestle, Part I (an erotic short)

You playfully swat my ponytail. I cut my eyes to the side, squinting at you as I speak, You know I hate that. I don’t like it when my hair is messed with and you damn well know it.

Without word you do it again, annoying me, wanting my attention. As your hand smacks the fullness of my blonde tail your fingertips glide along the bareness of my back, causing my skin to rise in bumps. You decide to pester me further as you gently tug my silky strands. ‘Pay attention to me,’ is echoed in every annoyance and you know it. I have little patience and you know that too. I am doing my best to ignore you, engrossed as I am at my computer. Life has taught you that persistence pays and I don’t require much pushing before you get a reaction…and so you go tug, tug, tug.

I swiftly turn around and give you my full attention, your cocky smile indicates success for having done what you set out to do.

You know I hate that, I reiterate.

Yeah, I know. Smiling in that way you do. That annoying, self-assured smile.

Boy…don’t start what you can’t finish cuz you know I can and you know I will.

Start what? Still smiling, headed tilted to one side, declaring innocence.

Oh god. I could smack that smug little smile off your ridiculously handsome face. My nipples stiffen at the idea. I always did like it a little rough and I give as good as I get. You know that too.

You reach for my ponytail again. That’s it.

You wanna play? Not waiting for a response, I lunge at you.

You grunt with pleasure as I grab at your arm with one hand and go to tickle your ribs with the other. You’re faster as you catch me by the waist, locking me into motionlessness as your arms enclose and hold me in. Silly boy, my hips are stronger and in one pelvic thrust I take us both down. Luckily the sofa catches us. Simultaneously, we maneuver for dominance.

We wrestle long and we wrestle hard. You do your damndest to weigh my hips down with your own as you know they give me the most advantage. You succeed as you pin my arms above my head, rushing in to crush your mouth against mine. We kiss, deeply. Tongues clash, lips bitten. I feint in defeat and go limp, your grip loosens. Your mistake.

Violently, I buck upwards throwing off your center of gravity. I break loose and roll on top of you, pinning your arms back like you had mine only seconds before. I have the advantage as I drag the weight of my pelvis across your clothed and fully erect cock. You groan.

I told you. I hate it when you mess with my hair. Emphasizing the point as I rough ride you through our denim clad forms.

Don’t. Start. What. You. Can’t. Finish. Every word punctuated in perfect friction against your erection.

I ease up when I see pain crossing the threshold of pleasure on your face. I will always take you to a place of pleasure…just not without a touch of pain, and you fucking live for it.

I rubbed against you hard enough that my clit has responded to the pressure. A slow and steady pulse that picks up speed as the seconds pass.

I reach below for your…