can you find me ?

The voice was low and amused, vibrating right behind you. Before you could even turn, a solid wave of warmth enveloped your back. Amber stepped into your space, her towering, muscular frame completely eclipsing yours. She didn't just step up to you; she hovered over you, a mountain of lean, toned muscle honed by hours on the ice.

One of her hands settled firmly on your hip, anchoring you in place. The heat of her palm burned right through the thin fabric of the shirt. She leaned in, her blonde hair brushing against your cheek as she easily reached up with her free hand, her long arm stretching effortlessly to grab the towel.

"I got it," she murmured, her chest pressing against your shoulder blades.

The proximity made your breath hitch. Slowly, you turned around within the tight circle of her arm. Because she still had her hand planted on the upper shelf, you were effectively trapped—pinned deliciously between the soft linens of the closet and the imposing, solid wall of Amber’s body.

You had to tilt your head back just to meet her gaze. Up close, the sheer difference in your sizes was dizzying. She looked massive in comparison to you blocking out the hallway light, her gaze dark and entirely focused on you.

"Wow..." you breathlessly let out.

The sexual tension in the narrow hallway was suddenly so thick it felt tangible. Amber’s eyes dropped to your lips, her jaw tightening. The hand on your hip began a slow, deliberate descent, smoothing down the curve of your flank before settling on your bare ass, cupping the soft cheek firmly.

"Amber—" you whispered, your heart hammering against your ribs.

The sound of her name was the breaking point. There was a sudden, electric switch in the air. Amber leaned down and caught your mouth in a kiss that was instantly heated and passionately deep. You gasped into her mouth, opening up for her as her tongue slid past your lips, claiming you with an intensity that made your knees go weak.

You reached up instinctively, your small hands finding her upper arms. Your fingers curled into her biceps, marveling at the hard, unyielding flex of her muscles.

"—you’re so strong," you mumbled against her lips, completely intoxicated by her power.

Amber let out a low growl of approval. Breaking the kiss for just a second, she slid her hands down to your thighs and, with a terrifyingly effortless surge of strength, hoisted you up and flipped you cleanly over her shoulder.

A surprised giggle escaped your throat as the world tilted upside down. Your view was now the expanse of her sculpted back. She marched down the short hallway into her bedroom, her stride steady and unbothered by your weight.

She tossed you onto the mattress—not roughly, but with a gentle, controlled authority that left you bouncing slightly against the sheets. Within seconds, the rest of your clothes were a forgotten afterthought. You watched, breathless, as Amber stripped down to her underwear, her athletic physique on full display, before she reached into her bedside drawer.

She expertly buckled the harness around her hips, adjusting the weight. When she moved to climb onto the bed, positioning herself over your smaller body, you suddenly reached up and placed both hands flat against her chest.

"Stop," you said, your voice firm but shaking with anticipation.

Amber froze, her expression instantly softening into concern as she hovered above you. "Oh, I'm sorry. I thought this was something we were—"

"No, no, I want to," you interrupted quickly, a flush creeping up your neck. You looked up at her, your eyes wide and dark with desire. "But I want you to pick me up with your strong arms and do it against the wall…"

A slow, wicked grin spread across Amber’s face. The challenge lit an entirely new fire in her eyes.

"Oh, that I can do easy," she said confidently.

She didn't hesitate. Crawling forward, she slid her powerful arms under your thighs and back, lifting you off the mattress as if you weighed nothing at all. You instinctively wrapped your legs tightly around her waist, locking your ankles behind her back as she carried you across the room.

The cool drywall hit your back, providing a stark contrast to the burning heat of Amber’s body pinning you there. She didn't even use the wall to support your weight; her arms held you high in the air through sheer, brute strength, her thighs bracing against yours.

You let out a loud, breathless moan as she guided herself inside you with one smooth, upward thrust.

The sensation was overwhelming. You buried your face in the crook of her neck, whimpering as she began a relentless, driving rhythm. Every time she thrust upward, your small frame shifted against the wall, completely at the mercy of her power.

"God, Amber... you're so big," you gasped out, your fingers digging bruisingly into the meat of her shoulders. "You're so strong. I feel so small against you."

Hearing those words seemed to drive her completely over the edge. A dark, primal sound tore from Amber's throat. Her grip on your thighs tightened, her fingers sinking into your skin as she picked up the pace, her chest heaving against yours.

"You have no idea," Amber groaned, her voice thick and gravelly as she buried her face in your hair, her hips slamming into yours with a bruising intensity. "You have no idea how small you look in my bed... how much I've wanted to do this to you ever since the day we met."

"Amber, please—"

"I've watched you on the ice, thinking about holding you just like this," she confessed, her pace turning frantic, completely consuming you. "Knowing I could just pick you up and take whatever I wanted. You're so perfect for me. So tiny."

The praise, combined with the relentless friction and the sheer thrill of being held suspended in the air, sent a violent wave of pleasure crashing through your core. Your walls clamped down hard around her, and you shrieked her name, your head snapping back against the wall as your climax took over.

Amber let out a loud, triumphant shout at the feeling of your release. She gave three more deep, heavy, devastating thrusts, her muscles trembling with the strain of holding you before she shuddered violently, riding out her own explosive finish.

For a long minute, the only sound in the room was the heavy, synchronized panting of both of your chests. Amber kept you pressed securely against the wall, her forehead resting against yours, a soft, victorious smile finally breaking across her face.