It takes two to wrestle

Marissa has a lot of energy. "No kidding", I hear you say. Well, normally she goes to the gym just about every night to burn off some of that energy.
She's in great shape...
Her ass...

What was I saying?

Oh yeah. One night she had drinks after work - some function or something - and it got too late to get to the gym, so she came home instead. Marissa... too much energy...
Too much alcohol....
Oh boy.

She got changed out of her business clothes (I could look at her in her business suit all day and all night, but it does get uncomfortable, I suppose. LOL... says he lounging around in jeans and an old T shirt). She came out to the sofa where I was watching an old Hitchcock movie and stood directly in front of the TV. She was wearing just a brief white slip, which needless to say distracted me somewhat as I looked up at her, but after a moment I tried to look around her to see the TV again. The movie was just getting interesting...

"I'm bored", she said to me.

"OK.", I replied. "Can you just move..."

Marissa picked up the TV remote from the table and changed the channel.
"What...? Put it back!", I told her, but she laughed and held the remote behind her back. I reach out to grab her arm but she twisted away just out of my reach.

"C'mon Marissa... turn it back", I asked her, lowering my voice just a little.

"Well....", she said with an evil little giggle. "Do you want the remote back?".

"Give me the remote", I said, and held out my hand.

"Take your jeans off and I'll give you the remote."

After my flash of annoyance had passed, I looked at her standing in her slip, legs apart, remote held defiantly behind her back, and thought that this could get interesting. So I unbuckled, unzipped, and pulled my jeans down to my ankles and kicked them off.
"Remote...", I demanded, and held out my hand.

"And the T shirt..." said Marissa.

I glared at her, but pulled my T shirt up over my head, leaving me in only white cotton boxers. I stood up. All 6 foot 4 of me. And do you know what she said? She said "You want the remote? Come and get it".

I laughed at her brazen cheek... her gall... and took one step around the table. Marissa stepped the other way. I took a few more quicker steps, and she circled around the table. Damn, she was serious.

Waving the remote at me...

I grinned. And then I leapt across the table. Marissa shrieked and stumbled backwards onto the sofa, legs going in all directions, her slip riding up over her hips. Don't think I didn't notice. That little flash of pussy was making me feel... warm inside.

I lashed out with my hand and grabbed a flailing ankle. Marissa rolled over to lie on her stomach on the sofa, and pulled her leg downwards, trying to break my grip. Damn, she was strong, and she managed to slip her ankle out of my hand and started to pull her knees up under her, ready to spring off the sofa and make a getaway. I was half a step ahead of her though, and grabbed her from behind, squeezing my arms around her waist, pulling her back against my body as I leaned over the sofa.

Marissa kicked her legs and tried to pull herself away from me by pulling on the sofa's armrest with her hand, the remote dropping forgotten to the floor. But she wasn't going to get out of my bear hug that easily. I yanked her towards me, slipping her off the edge of the sofa and lowered her knees gently to the floor, so that I ended up kneeling behind her. I leaned onto her and pinned her against the sofa, with my hips pressing behind her and my arms still folded around her waist. Marissa twisted and turned to try to wriggle out of my grip, but as long as I had my arms around her waist, she wasn't going anywhere. And I was just going to hold her here for a while, because feeling her wiggling ass pressing against my groin while she was trying to escape was making me grow hard and excited.

"Now I've got you... and you're going to pay...", I puffed, as I loosened my grip around her waist and pulled her slip up over her ass with my free hand. Marissa tried to push her chest up off the sofa by straightening her arms. I didn't want her to get any kind of leverage, so I leaned down hard on her butt, grinding my cock (which was quite long in my boxers by now) against her, and pulled her arms back alongside her body.
"Oh no you don't", I grunted.
She tried to resist, with a gasp of exertion that was muffled by the sofa cushions, but she was in no position to fight back too hard. I pushed her hands under her hips, wedging them between her body and the sofa.

I leaned my chest down on Marissa's back and pressed my mouth to her ear. I straddled her legs with mine, with my knees on either side of hers on the floor.

"Naughty girl... annoying a man like that. You deserve to be... punished!", I said and squeezed my cock hard against her ass. Marissa moaned into the cushions and tried to struggle beneath me, but with me thighs around hers and my weight on her, she was well and truly pinned. Feeling her struggling made my cock grow longer and poke out of the top of my shorts.

I reached one of my hands down between her ass and my stomach. There wasn't much room for my hand, because I wasn't letting up any of my pressure on Marissa, but I managed to push my boxers down enough to free my erection. When I laid the hot length of my shaft against her ass, Marissa pushed her hips back at me, trying to push me off, but succeeding only in making my cock start to weep clear drops of pre-cum onto her ass. Her shoulders were straining as she tried to free her hands from under her hips, and the small of her back was getting shiny with sweat from her exertions and from the heat of my body lying on top of hers.

"Ahhhhh....", I moaned as I held Marissa's struggling body captive. I was starting to slide my erect cock up and down between her sweaty ass cheeks, feeling her pussy getting humid and damp against my shaft. I wasn't sure if she was still struggling to escape, or wilfully bucking her hips back against me now. If I let go of her now, I don't think she'd be running away.

I carefully placed one of my knees between her legs. Then the other. Now I could push her legs open by sliding my knees apart on the floor. She resisted... hard. But not hard enough... because now I had her legs spread apart with my knees. And her pussy was right there, open in front of me... caught and vulnerable... for me to take...

I pressed my lips against the side of Marissa's neck, holding her head down against the sofa cushion with the pressure of my mouth, and let my hot, panting breath wash over her as I reached back with my hand to guide my cock to her pussy entrance. My crown popped inside her, and with little pulsing strokes I eased my thick cock between her legs, groaning long into her ear. Marissa squealed and gasped "fuck!" as she felt my cock forcing its way into her wet but tight pussy, which soon opened further to take my full thickness.

She pushed against the sofa with her knees and lifted her hips an inch or two away from the edge of the sofa, but I bore down on her, pushing her back against the sofa and driving my cock all the way in to my hilt. Oh fuck, I was groaning like an animal... I slid one hand under Marissa's head and held her throat gently in my palm as I started to pump my hips against her ass. Fuck, she was fully wet and receptive now, taking all of my thrusting cock deep inside her, pushing her pelvis back against me and spreading her legs wider apart...

I didn't release her from the pressure of my weight... I held her down, pinned, immobilized... and I fucked her. I fucked her until the only sound coming out of her throat was "ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh" over and over. And when my helmet started to swell inside her, and my balls tightened, when I could feel her orgasm rippling through her walls, drenching me, I let my cum gush into her in waves as I panted her name. I felt her howling "Mmm--nnh--hhhh--mm-ohhhh" vibrating against my hand on her throat. With a final grunted shuddering "fuuuuuck", I was drained.

I lifted my weight from Marissa's sweating back. She pulled her hands out from under her pumelled hips and raised herself up on her elbows. Her black hair spilled down her back, her muscles in her curved back flexing, while she rocked slowly back and forth against my cock. I never saw anything as beautiful... and she was humming a contented "mmmmmmmm".

Who really won here? I wondered to myself.

I eased my flagging cock out of Marissa's pussy and watched her slide down to squat on her ankles. She finally looked worn out. I pushed the table back away from the sofa and lifted her gently to her feet with my hands under her armpits. She had trouble standing... a bit wobbly. I stood at her side and slipped one arm around her waist and bent down to slide my other arm behind her knees, and bracing myself, I lifted her up, hanging in my arms. She instictively draped her arms around my neck as I carried her towards the bedroom, where I laid her gently down on the bed, still unmade from this morning. She smiled up at me as I lay alongside her, leaning over her... was she purring?

I pulled the covers up over us, and I kissed her. A long, slow and gentle kiss, letting my love embrace her through the tender touch of my lips on hers. Marissa leaned her head back, letting her lips fall apart, feeling my gentle kisses and nibbles. I breathed her air and she breathed mine, until she curled up against me and fell asleep in my arms, while I kissed her black curls, and slept with her.