“Are you holding yourself back from your natural inclination to choke me?’
He laughs, incredulous. ‘What?’
‘You always touch my neck when we’re doing things.’
‘Things?’ His hips start moving, too slowly, an unbearable drag.
I groan. ‘Kissing, touching, fucking now.’
His expression softens into something achingly vulnerable. ‘I like feeling your heart beat fast for me.’ A secret revealed in the middle of our sex. ‘That’s how I know you like me.”
―
Jessica Joyce,
You, with a View