My smooth sole slams into your chin, snapping your head back. We each roll away from the other, needing a moment, and some space. I try to keep you in my view, watching as you slowly push yourself up to your knees, and I smirk despite the pulsing pain in my thigh, as you are now naked as the day you were born. That is, until I feel conspicuously exposed myself; looking down at my own body, I…. “Looking for this?” you tease, twirling my leopard-print bottoms on your index finger, your smug grin both infuriating and embarrassing me as you toss them to the side. Our smooth, nude bodies, both tight and toned, are slick with sweat, our limbs a bit bruised, and our eyes ablaze with hate.
I remain on all fours, like a sleek cat, stretching my arms below me, curving my back slightly, calves tense, thighs twitching, watching you, waiting for that second, that vulnerable moment. You follow suit, sexily dropping to all fours, slowly circling to my right. “I have other lil fun things planned for you,” you taunt, your whisper full of confidence, your moist lips slightly pursed, as if you had already won and were assessing your prize. For the first time since you dragged me in here, I feel…..anxious—unsure. I’ve thrown almost everything I have at this tough, sexy bitch, and even now, you’re the one stalking me.
You move closer, circling me slowly, and I move my body to keep myself facing you. My lil toes press against the mats, every muscle in my body tense, quivering, waiting, and as the distance between us shrinks incrementally, I wait, my breathing slowed, until—-I spring, pushing off my from my bare feet against the mats, hoping to lunge directly at you and cover the few feet between us before you can respond—-at least I hope so! Hands out in front of me, hoping to grab your shoulders and wrestle you down to your back.
