that was because I could be and he liked it. Every time I cried out or yelped his name, desire flurried a storm across his eyes and he went harder. “I obviously won’t be that loud here.” My arms slipped around his neck, fingers playing with the soft hair curling at the back of his neck. “Or you could just put your hands around my throat to keep my volume in check.”
I would go for the hands around the throat to keep me quiet 👀
