“Okay.”
I tighten my grip just under her jaw.
“I can hold you here without cutting off any air at all,” I tell her. “I can actually squeeze pretty hard—hard enough to bruise your skin—without ever interfering with your ability to breathe. If I squeeze hard enough, you might get a little lightheaded, but I’m not going to do that. Still okay?”
“Yes.”
“Do you like it?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Uh…”
“Tell me how it makes you feel. I want details.”
“Like I’m out of control but still safe. It’s making me tingle.”
“Tingle, huh?” I take a slight step forward, pressing the length of my body against hers. I run my nose over her jaw and up to her ear. “Is it turning you on? Are you getting wet?”
“Yes.” She whispers so softly, the word barely reaches my ear.
“What’s that? I can’t hear you.”
“Yes,” she says a little louder.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, it’s turning me on.”
“And you’re getting wet?” I breathe the words into her ear, and she nods. “Would you like me to kiss you again?”
“Yes. Please.”
For a moment, I debate denying her the kiss just to be a teasing asshole and to see how riled up I can make her with little more than my voice, but I don’t want to wait any longer. I drop my hand a little lower on her neck and use the other one to pull her head to mine.
“This time,” I say firmly, “we’re going to do it my way.”
I kiss her. Hard. I grip her hair as I press my tongue between her lips, feeling her gasp into my mouth. I swirl my tongue, tasting her own, unique flavor mixed with mine. I back off, pulling her lip gently with my teeth before tilting my head and smashing my lips to hers again and again.
I release her hair but keep my other hand firmly on her neck, using my forearm to press her head and shoulders to the wall as I reach down and wrap my other arm around her. I grip her ass and pull her against my throbbing cock, grinding hard. I’m glad she didn’t bother to put her jeans back on and wish I had done the same. The pressure on my dick is excruciating, but I revel in it at the same time.
I slow the kiss, backing off slightly at first before gently caressing her lips with my tongue, kissing her softly as I release her ass and shift myself away from her body. With my arm outstretched, I keep my hand on her throat until she’s staring into my eyes, panting with need. Very, very slowly, I drag my fingers off her neck and slide them down her chest.
“How do you feel about my hand on your throat now?”
Kas lets out a sharp breath, and her knees buckle. I step forward and quickly grab her. Even though she is still supported by the wall, I don’t want to let her fall.
“You all right?” I ask.
Kas nods.
“Come sit with me again.” I take Kas by the hand, and we sit back down on the towels. I shift myself a little closer until our knees are almost touching and then lean in.
“There are things you really ought to know about my preferences,” I tell her. “This goes back to that total honesty thing I was talking about and why it’s so important.”
“I guess that was a sample?”