Monday Morning Flash Fiction Challenge #2
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Just Another Day of Training
by Amy C
Word Count - 278
With his hand on his forehead, he glared up at her; his vixen in matching black leather clothing. She tested his strength. Not just with the physical aspects of her training, but with the tantalizing sway of her hips, the thick fullness of her lips, her silky smooth skin. She was good, a quick learner, and soon she’d be a force to be reckoned with, even against him.
“Oh, don’t be such a baby,” she said as she looked down at him with a teasing smile. Her hand rested on her cocked hip. She thrust her other hand out to him. Suppressing the urge to smile, he was damn proud of her progress, well on her way to being one of the best fighters he’d ever trained, and she’d need that quality in order to squash the dark evils that walk the night.
Finally he reached for her hand, but instead of rising, he pulled her down to him. Without hesitation, she straddled his hips. Her hands splayed across his chest. His cock swelled at the delicious weight of her ass atop him. She wiggled her hips and he groaned in response.
“Baby? I think not,” he growled, and with amazing agility he flipped her.
Now beneath him, her hands pinned above her head, he smiled down at her wickedly, before his lips sought out her own. Their tongues danced to a different battle drum--Hips grinding to a silent tempo of desire. Her prowess in battle always sparked a hunger of need to have her, feel the hot wet heat of her body enclosing the hard length of his cock.
Training could wait. Sometimes pleasure took precedence.