I reached around, wrapping my hand around her neck, and tugged her up, keeping the knife firmly inside her. I brought my lips down onto her needy ones. Our tongues danced, and she lifted herself and slid back down, fucking herself with the knife. My hand slid back to her neck and tightened again. A low chuckle escaped my lips as I kissed her shoulder and whispered, “If this is what gets you off, Eisley, then we're in trouble."
