He was angry with her, not uncommon. Two like minds often disagreed. What was common was her instinctual nature to want him to want her, despite his anger. The challenge was to win him over, but more importantly simply to win. How to get him to soften one head, and harden the other. At the end of the day no one wants an asshole one hundred percent of the time. You need a gesture of tenderness to encourage you to keep coming back. To keep playing.
This was a fun little game she played by herself; how long until he gave into her so she could give into him.
It didn't take long at all. It never did, they both liked the thin line between passion and whatever was on the other side of it.
She confidently walked up to him. He respected confidence; it made dominating her even more meaningful. She put her arms around him, he didn't reciprocate. She went to kiss him and he turned his head, leaving his neck exposed. It was a little vampireish, but she bit him. Not too hard, but hard enough to remind him this could go either way. She kissed him on his collarbone and moved up his neck, nibbled a moment on his ear lobe. Whatever she whispered made him lift her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist while being carried to the bed.
Her words were perceived as either a taunt, daring him to drill her, or at least a request to drill her. Regardless the theme was clear. Pressed against each other, she knew simultaneously he'd softened and hardened for her.
He sucked her nipples one at a time, and held her full breasts before sliding his hand in between her cleavage, spreading his hand across her chest. They made their way down over her rib cage, past her navel, then lowered meeting in the centre to part her barely resistant warm inner thighs.
Then he looked up at her, in her eyes, and slowly began wagging his finger in her face, shaking his head with a slightly sheepish grin, the lightbulb just went on and he clued in that he'd been played. Round one lost. Again.
She smiled slyly and instinctively took his middle finger in her mouth sucking it as if practicing with a smaller version of what was going to be in her mouth very soon. He liked the preview. With that, he took his wet finger and slowly started teasing her clit. She shivered from the coolness against her from his four fingers resting on her while the middle finger continued to methodically rub and part her flesh and ease itself in her. Looking at her still, she stared back at him, with defiance. Game on.
Accepting the challenge written on her face and the physical queue that she was getting wetter by the moment, he increased to two fingers now moving a little faster in and out while his thumb made circular motions toying with her.
Reacting to his gestures she was wriggling against his hands, her legs relaxing and spreading further apart inviting him to go deeper. And he did.
Fully lying down now, his free hand moved back up her body to find her hardened nipple buds, but he had competition. She was already squeezing them and playing with her nipples too.
He stopped and retreated suddenly. In utter annoyance, she sat up quickly scowling. She barely got the "Wh" sound out of her easily predicted 'what-the-fuck' sentence of outrage before he shoved her back down on the bed with a forceful hand to the shoulder. No sooner did her head hit the bed than he grabbed her with two hands by the waist pulling her to his face.
As much as she wanted to object to the unexpected shove, the touch of rage quickly melted down her body all the way to her pussy making it even wetter.
A smile grew across her face as each leg slowly came to rest on top of his broad shoulders.