Blaise 'n' Diana - Bestest Beach Buddies

[CyanDimitrik]

Oh, hardly alien to Blaise as well. Granted, he's usually used to being the one underneath, and it not being sexually-charged. And those two simple things keep this particular scenario from being anything approaching familiar. As she arches into him, particularly at the midsection, he tenses his abs and reciprocates in a coy grind of bellymuscle. "One..," he murmurs to her, the count deliberately slow and punctuated with an additional grind into her feminine figure.

[Devilish53]

Diana unsurprisingly, cared not for the count. Outright ignoring it almost, Diana simply focused on the grind upon her mid-section, which was already enough to make the Italian let loose a lowly grunt. As ever playing the strong silent type, Diana's gaze would be the answer to Blaise's count, with her hands going wide as they gripped the sand.

Now with a means of support via her hands, Diana thrust her own stiffened abdomen up firmly against Blaise's gyrating one; a loud roar coming from her lips, as the two sets of mighty abs met even more fiercely!

[CyanDimitrik]

Diana's strong core pushes into Blaise's, earning a surprised grunt from the male. In his mind, that's sufficient enough to break the pin. His arms lock around her waist while she helpfully keeps her back arched, and his arms pump, not letting her withdraw from that tightness. Her back may drop to the sand again, but now it would be with his midsection crushing into hers in a ground-based bearhug, leaving no space between their skin.

He doesn't bother with a recount. At least not yet. Diana's fiesty - he'd rather wear her down with squeezing a bit more first!

[Devilish53]

With her figure as ever holding strong, but not so much that Blaise would be overwhelmed by a suddenly deadly serious Italian, Diana merely jostled her increasingly heated figure in the grip that now surrounded her, as her male opponent opted to again embrace the fierce frame of hers yet again.

"Mmmph...Don't think...I'm not onto your game..." Hands to Blaise's shoulders as Diana gave about as much resistance as she had the rest of the bout, the fact Blaise was trying to woozy the Italian likely for further body-restraining fun had not gone amiss by the beauty. Nor did such exactly threaten her, as she simply opted to hook a leg, tightening the pressing of frames even further, as she thrust her abdomen but once straight into her male foes own!

[CyanDimitrik]

"What game?," asks Blaise as she pushes her tight abs against his again. Blaise's arms constrict tighter around her waist, his back arching to press into her belly right back. If she's going to keep her back arched, he's going to take full advantage of it. "You mean.. being on top of a sexy dark-haired girl..? Making her give in?" He smiles impishly, his head tilting in to bump his brow to hers. "Or something else?" This latter suggestion is punctuated with a distinct and deliberate grind of his hips against hers, also taking advantage of her having hooked his leg for easier access.

[Devilish53]

The grinding of the hips was the main focus of the Italian's begrudging moans, albeit she could hardly ignore the fact her male opponent had synced in his squeeze fully now. Hands to his shoulders increasing their own power, Diana sought to forcibly shove Blaise upwards just slightly, in an effort purely to loosen the crush. If anything however, by shoving his top half up and back, Blaise's weight would be focused somewhat more so upon his hips. If anything, Diana was increasing the grind down low!

"It certainly isn't...making her give in..." The increasingly heated Italian purred, her eyes askew from both the tension of the moment and the ache in her frame.

[CyanDimitrik]

She pushes forcefully at his shoulders, forcing Blaise's body to arch inwards. Not only does that put more pressure against her hips, but also pushes his abs harder into her stomach. With a grunt of effort, he attempts to tighten a little further on her.

No more subtlety to be found, he grinds into her. If he can't force a submission out of her through physically overpowering her,he may be able to by driving her wild. Kind of like those hentai matches they do at LAW. So he's focusing more on pumping her, faster and harder, attempting to get the Italian to give in to him. The friction between their bodies has created a thin sheen of sweat on his skin, each breath heavier and heated.

"Not so sure.. about that..!"

[Devilish53]

Whilst Diana was a tough figure when it came to wrestling, with squeezes such as the one Blaise upon her requiring both apt power and plenty of time doing such to even bring the Italian close to submission, grinding would be all the more fruitless if the male intended to bring Diana to quaking.

Her eyebrows raised, curious at first as to what Blaise thinks he's doing, before it becomes all the more obvious to Diana that the encounter thus far had pretty much been building up to such an interaction.

Hooking her arms up and around the head and neck of her foe, pulling with force slowly building up to the point of matching Blaise's own squeeze, Diana bares her teeth; equally enthralled by the pressing of skin, and the grinding upon her figure.

"You must think your something...to be doing that...to me.."

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise exhales a shaky noise as she's suddenly gripping him with excess strength in return, bringing his face to hers. But he doesn't relent. This is as much a contest of wills as it is a contest of toughness and physique. He gives no quarter, and continues - perhaps even a little more intensely, now that she's sealing them together as well.

"Maybe..," he murmurs to her, playful glint in his eye. "..you could just.. beg for mercy.." He knows she won't. Submit, maybe. Ask for mercy? Very unlikely. He barely knows her, but he can tell she's a very proud woman. She might beg for something else, however, if the tension between them builds any more. But that sort of 'mercy' isn't what he's talking about here. Probably.

[Devilish53]

With increased vigour came an increased volume of moaning, as the next squeeze upon her fine abs leave Diana a little redfaced. Lowering her hands slightly, fiddling at the grip but not outright breaking it, Diana's eyes roll back to her male foe, after briefly falling to the sky.

"That a dream of yours...hmmm?" One eye askew as she spoke thanks to a fair amount of pressure on her abdomen coupled with heavy grinding on her hips, Diana's forcible push would begin to part the arms that bound her. Not outright. Just enough so that she wasn't in danger of being crushed.

"Tackle some babe on the beach...put her back-first into the sand..." Leaning just a few touches forward, so that her own cheeks go past his, Diana opts for something to either completely unravel her male foe, or take things to another level entirely. Finishing her whisper, she opens her mouth, and clamps her teeth down upon his ear; not so much as to outright pain Blaise, but certainly enough to be felt!