Roll

Take a breath, hold it. Feel it. Anticipation
And expectation. The calm before the storm.
Static crackles between us, tension and
Desire taking electric form. Building until
It unleashes in an explosion. Mouth on
Mouth, tongues duelling, teeth digging hard
Into your bottom lip. Fingers turned into claws,
Embedding in your shoulder, your shirt. Your smell
In my nose; I breathe deep and pull it inside me.
Our clothes fall to the ground like a tree shedding
Its leaves in the autumn. Skin on skin; cold air,
Hot bodies. Pressing closer, your arm a steel
Bar across my back, my fingers buried in your
Hair, digging like cat’s claws in your chest.
The world blurs as we spin, trip over our
Discarded clothing and stumble to the bed,
Mouths interlocked the whole time, hands
Clutching, touching. I land hard on my back and
Your weight on mine makes sure I stay there.
Hand an iron grip around one wrist, lifting it
High above my head, raising my breast for you
To nuzzle and kiss and bite. Hard. Teeth marks
Tattooing pale white flesh. I writhe, moan,
Whimper. Lift one leg and plant my foot on the
Mattress. Roll. Hands on your shoulders keeping
You right where I want you, your body a
Playground for me to explore. Nails down
Sensitive sides, teeth nipping at the chords
Of your throat. Hand slipping down your stomach,
Fingertips chasing the trail of hair down towards –
Roll. Hand under my thigh, lifting it high until it’s
Tight to my chest, pinning me. You press against
The inside of my other thigh and spread me wide,
Make me vulnerable. I stop fighting your hold and
Wait, panting shallowly, as you trail fingertips slowly
Towards my centre, all urgency gone. A wolf stalking
Slowly, wary of startling its prey. My clit pulses,
Impatient as my thundering heart. You circle it, lazily,
Eyes holding mine and telling me to hold still,
Hold back. Submit. Instead I surge forwards. Fight,
Wriggle, kick. Roll. I stop you reflex to flip me right
Back where I was by sliding down, teeth raking over
Your hip as nails scrape up your thighs. Engulf you in
The heat of my mouth, take you deep and suck hard.
My hand goes between my legs and plays in the
Wetness there. Eyes flick up to yours in defiance.
See what I’m doing? Touching myself in the way
You wouldn’t. Your hand goes in my hair and grips,
You tug, lifting me up, and I fight it, going deeper
Than I’m comfortable with, showing you your not
In charge. A hand goes to your balls, cupping them,
Teasing them, reminding you that you have
Vulnerabilities too. You let go of my hair and I
Feel the smug satisfaction of victory. A moment
Later, hands grip my arms and haul me up. Teeth
Scrape against your most sensitive flesh as I lose
The fight to your superior strength. Roll. Onto my
Back and then again onto my front. I lift up, wild
With indignation, but your arms and chest form
A cage around me. You lean into me, tightening
The bar further, and a knee hooks my thigh, spreads
Me wide enough for you to thrust inside. No
Gentleness now. I pushed and your pushing back.
Imprinting your will on me as your cock forces
My flesh to make way for its invasion. Punishing me;
Rewarding me. My skin is tingling, heat and pleasure
Rolling through me every time you shove inside,
But I squirm and try to shift away anyway, just to
Show you haven’t won. A duality of pain as your
Hand cracks off my ass and your teeth embed in my
Shoulder, shocking me to stillness. You bite deeper,
Tongue laving the skin you hold captive between
You teeth, hand rubbing my pinked rump then
Smacking it once more. I tilt my hips and drive back
Into you, demanding and challenging as you move
faster, building the rhythm to bring us both to
Ecstasy. Fucking hold still. The words a snarl in my
Ear, a command. I ignore them, trying to lift up, roll,
Switch positions. Your forearms across my shoulders
Shoves me down onto the bed, holding me there, face
Pressed into the pillows, searching for air, as your
Movements become violent, edged with threat. Can’t
move, can’t breathe, can only feel. Strength, dominance,
Victory. My orgasm turns the world into bleeding colours
Of white and black and red. It turns me quiescent, pliant.
A body for you to fuck, as you will. And you do, hard. Grunts
Of fuck and yes and mine, fucking mine. When you cum, you
Cover me, weight heavy on my back. Breaths harsh against
My neck. Roll. You tuck me in against your side, the air
Cool along my sweat-dappled skin. I go, cuddling close,
Sweetly submissive. For now.