He pressed her forcefully onto the bed, his body held tightly against hers. He pinned her arms down, holding her wrists firmly in the vice like grip of his hands and leaned in, pushing his lips hard against her own.

She, reflexively struggled against the weight of him above her, but it was no good, his chest pressed hard and heavy against hers and her arms were held so very firmly. His hands holding her tight were dry and a little calloused, but were warm and almost comforting in a strange kind of way. She felt his lips press to hers, they were hot and chapped from the sun and somehow tasted a little salty. She knew that she should resist…she truly willed herself to resist, but in the end, forced to draw a shivering breath, she admitted to herself that she was quite powerless against this man.

He felt her lips; so tense against his own and smiled, kissing her lightly in each corner, but always returning to the soft, full flesh of the centre.

She could feel his breath, hot and moist against her mouth. She could smell his scent at the nape of his neck. He smelled undeniably good. There was something about his aroma, something indefinable that made her want to relax, to give in to him, to let herself go, but she felt she surely must at least try to resist…surely.

He became aware of her lips relaxing just a little and knew he was overpowering her, winning their game, or perhaps, she was just giving him what he imagined she truly wanted just as much as he did.

He lay on top of her, their legs intertwined and pressed his crotch deep into the tight flesh of a thigh and gently, almost imperceptibly, he moved against her.

She felt his hard cock beneath his jeans, pressed tightly against her leg and released a tiny, involuntary moan. She hadn’t meant to, but she really couldn’t help herself. In that single instant she relaxed her jaw, softened her mouth and his tongue slipped deep within. It tasted her, searched for her own and nervously, but quite unable to hold back, she gave it to him.

He kissed harder now, her own mouth a willing victim, not joining him but, simply relaxing and letting him take her.

She could feel him smiling against her lips as his tongue devoured her mouth, sliding across teeth and teasing her own tongue hard. She felt his crotch pulsing slowly against her and was legitimately shocked to realise that it actually felt good. Something inside of her tingled, something inside of her willed her to give in to him…to allow herself to be taken.

He stretched her arms upwards; bringing her wrists together and quickly took them both in one strong hand. He kissed her hard and soft, forcefully and delicately and with every moment, felt her body yield that little bit more to his will. With his other hand he reached behind his back and pulled exactly what he needed from his pocket.

Once again she released a short, desperate moan, but a little louder this time. Surely he must have felt it. She felt his day old stubble scratching against her chin, against her beautifully soft cheek and she was not quite sure, but she thought she might like it.

Finally, he moved away from her mouth, his teeth pulling at her lower lip as he lifted his head. He reached his free hand to her face and stroked it against her cheek.

He had something indescribably soft wrapped around his hand and she closed her eyes to its gentle caress,