Hands Pinned Above Head Novels & Stories

My head was pressed against his abdomen, and my hand chocked on his arms to prevent him from strangling me even further. An idea came up to my mind and I acted in haste before this round would be over. I lifted my legs, bending my waist upwards, stretching them as far as I could go till I reached his neck. I swiftly wrapped them into his head, locking my knees at the back of his neck, and then mustering all of my might, I hurled him with one forceful move. His body soared above me and he release his grip on my neck. He rolled a few arms span away from me, while I took a deep breath and pushes myself up.

This time, she is not going to let him play with her but she does — she interlocks his hands around his wrist before placing it above his head and locking him in her arms. The moment she locked his hands above his head, she leaned close, and her boobs touched his chiselled chest. Both are on fire and looking at each other with a smirk arouses their lips. To Be Continued

I nodded yes in reply. He set his hands just as he had before but with his palms up this time. I kept eye contact while placing my hands over his, palms down. And again the heat began to grow to almost uncomfortable levels. I so badly wanted to take my hand away but knew if I did, this was the end. And in my heart of hearts I knew that this couldn't very well be the end.

He enjoyed it and his fingers worked in her more. The feel of his fingers in her, completely wet and slimy, covered in her juices, the sound of her panting and her moans, her flushed face and the look in her eyes, but he didn’t want her touching him. Not yet at least, and not his shoulder and arm. He pried her hand from his wrist and placed it above her head, then took her other hand from his shoulder and placed it above her head as well, pinning them down with one hand while the fingers on his other hand continued to work her.

His hand beside my head, caging me in. Now closer I could see it: The last three buttons on his shirt undone. Pectorals heaving with each breath he took. Whatever packed his hair vanished, silky strands of black falling like a waterfall, curtaining the both of us. He was close—so close. "Alessandro!”My words anything but threatening like a baby wolf with milk teeth growling at an adult, “you're going too far!" I exclaimed when he gripped my two hands—by my wrists, pinning them above my head in a fluid manner.

I had planned this moment meticulously, every detail designed to heighten her senses and make it an experience she would never forget. "Hands above your head, Quinn," I instructed, my tone firm yet gentle, leaving no room for hesitation. Her eyes met mine, a fleeting glimpse of uncertainty flickering across her face before she complied. With a deep, steadying breath, she raised her arms, her hands hovering above her head like a sacred offering. I smiled, a slow, sensual curve of my lips, as I reached for her wrists.

It came from a man with long hair who was standing on top of a cliff. The man lowered his hand. He took a deep breath before raising both of his hands in front of him and put his left foot forward—as if preparing a stance. Jai could see the man raising his right hand upward, while his left hand stayed in front of him. His stance was almost similar to the alphabet letter K. Small sparks started gathering on the man’s left hand, andafter a few breaths, Jai saw the man punched his right fist forward and thick thunder shot out of his outstretched fist.

"Jason, come here and steady me, please." I knew exactly where the air handler was, and it wasn't there. Mom was making a move, and I was just going to follow her lead. I stood in front of her, my head even with her hips, and placed my hands low on her thighs, just below the hem of her shorts. My palms were flat, and my thumbs were on the inside. Mom had her head and shoulders above the suspended ceiling, out of sight. "Move your hands higher -- higher, please. This is precarious."

I shout but immediately one of them climbs on top of me and covers my hands. "Shhh don't be loud miss I'll be angry like that" he said but I don't listen to him instead I punch him but after that the other man grab both of my hands and put it above my head. "You are naughty," I groan in pain when he punches me in my stomach. The man above me starting to kiss my neck and pull my jacket off my body, I can’t shout because his covering my mouth but I still try to make some noise for help.

But his face beamed with victorious joy, and his hands… His hands were crossed over his chest in exactly the same gesture Debbie had just made on television. “That’s you after your first major sparring victory,” Mom said softly. “You were so proud. You held that pose for ten minutes while I took pictures.” I picked up the album, bringing the photo closer to my face. The resemblance was undeniable. The hand position was identical—not just similar, but exact. Ring and middle fingers bent, thumb and outer fingers extended, arms crossed at the wrists and pressed against the chest.