She has now been trying to bridge out of your cross body pin for almost ten minutes.
And though there is no ref, no ring, no reason for anyone to count to three – you will keep her. In it. Underneath you. At your mercy, struggling against your dominance.
Because you love the way your sweat and hers has pooled upon her chest and stomach.
How your soft moans of effort and hers mix in the silence of your mutual struggle.
And how you imagine you will feel when she falls asleep beneath you, and how she will feel when she wakes up between your legs.