Greatwater Lake Not the Man I Once Was

The pinch to the meaty portion of her rump make a fit of genuine, rumbling laughter to roll from his tongue. The incredulous looks she shoots back to him has him attempting a wink. Though his attempt to trip her wasn’t his best, even though he didn’t really try that hard, it still came out fruitless. 

There’s always room to try again, or so he thinks until her weight is hitting him. Her teeth latch onto his neck and the attack seems successful enough. Surprisingly enough, she’s actually able to take him down to the ground. He drops and skids an inch or two int he grass and he gazes straight up at her, a suspiciously devilish look in his gold hues. He wants her to anticipate his next move, but he doesn’t want to fight her enough to get her off. He fucking loves it when she’s on top anyway.