Kink Alphabet Series: Asphyxiation

It happens when they’re fucking.

She’s on her hands and knees on the bed, ass in the air and back curved as he drives his cock into her, thrusts so powerful that she has to grip the sheets to keep from falling over. But, he doesn’t relent, just digs his fingers into her shoulders to pull her back with each forward push of his hips, groaning as she gasps out his name.

He’s usually not this rough, this frenzied, feeling like his body is too tight and too hot, like he’s about to crawl out of his skin. But, she had been wearing that *dress*, all generous curves and sharp eyes and even sharper smile, with a confidence he hardly ever sees and he-

(He sat there across the dinner table, nerves popping like firecrackers as she ran her hand down his arm, tongue heavy as she laughed and *god*, he couldn’t keep his eyes off her, watched, *enraptured*, as she leaned over and looked up at him with those pretty, *pretty* brown eyes of hers, biting her lip, and he wanted to take her right there, right in front of everyone; wanted to lift her atop the table, throw her legs over his shoulders and bury his face between her thighs, worship her and show everyone that she was *his and only his* and-)

Growling, he wraps his arm around her stomach, the need for her burning hot in his veins, and hoists her up until her back is against his chest, until the new angle has her whining next to his ear.

“*Oh, oh, ye*-,” she’s grasping at his arm, arching into his back, squirming like she’s trying to get closer, like they aren’t already pressed up against each other, like she wants to *melt* into him, and he bites at her earlobe in response, grinds his hips in a wide circle that has her trembling.

“*God*, you’re-” he gasps, caressing her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, everywhere that he can and it’s still not enough, it’s never enough, “*Fuck*. You’re beautiful- *gorgeous*.”

She moans at the praise and he needs to kiss her, needs to feel her sighs against his mouth as he rocks into her, and he reaches up to grab her chin to turn her his way. But, in his haste, he’s misjudges the angle, slides his hand too low so that his fingers grasp at her jaw and his palm rests against her neck, and he’s about to apologize, about to pull his hand away, but she-

(His girlfriend who allows too much and asks for too little, who just accepts things with a small smile and a shrug, even though he would do anything for her, do everything she ever wanted, would give her the goddamn *world*-)

She whimpers, gripping his arm like a lifeline, like an anchor, but she doesn’t pull him away, she bows her head back, baring her throat, pressing into his hand as she rolls her hips, cunt pulsing around his dick like she can’t help it, like she *wants* his hand around her neck, like she *enjoys*-

“Please,” she says, and oh god, his cock throbs because her voice sounds *wrecked*, even though his hold on her has been loose, like just resting his hand on her clavicle has her this unbalanced, “*please*, don’t- Don’t let go.”

There’s a pause, where he just *looks* at her, with her heaving chest and dilated eyes, his hand around her throat and he doesn’t know if he can do it, if he can trust himself not to accidentally hurt her, to keep her safe but-

(She looks at him like he’s the only thing she needs, like the only thing she’s ever wanted, with open trust on her face even though he literally holds her life in his hands, pushing herself more against his fingers, giving herself to him so freely, like she was made for it, like it was the *easiest*-)

And, nothing in his life, in all the things he has experienced, has ever felt *so right*.

Without preamble, he slides his hand down until it is completely on her neck, feels her swallow as he slowly wraps each finger around her firmly, feels the way that she trembles beneath his hold.

“Is this okay?” he whispers, gently fucking into her, watching as she sort of just *falls* into his touch, goes boneless like a puppet whose strings got cut, like she’s been waiting just for this moment.

“Y-yeah,” she sighs, voice slightly strained but blissful, tilting her head back to bare more of her throat, “just like that. Hold me just like that.”

He grinds into her slow and keeps a watchful on her eye, shuddering as she whines and grinds right back.

“*You*,” he huffs, tone a little incredulous and a lot fond, mouthing at her shoulder as he thrusts more firmly into her, “you are something else.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” she replies, and he can actually *feel* her throat jump with suppressed giggles, and-

(He wants to say something sarcastic, wants to have that trapped laughter bubble over and spill out, have it light up her whole face, but there’s this feeling spreading through him, warming him from the inside out and he doesn’t want it to stop, he wants it to consume him, take over his whole being, *he feels so*-)

“I love you,” he says, tries to hide how wet it sounds, but she sees right through him, just like she always does, and reaches up to caress his face.

“I love you, too,” she says, smile bright and wide, and he can’t help himself from kissing her in that moment, from holding her tight.

He kisses her some more before he roughly pumps two times in her, smirking at her gasp. He jerks her head back as he tugs at her earlobe with his teeth, palm pressing firm against her clavicle.

“I hope you’re ready to get fucked so hard you forget your name,” he purrs, reaching down to thumb at her clit.

And, even though she smirks back, he can feel as she shudders and swallows against his hand.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/a7vxir/kink_alphabet_series_asphyxiation