(This is continued from right where Part 1 left off. The link to the first part is in the comments below)
“I have something for you, if you want it.”
I was so overwhelmed from all the excitement, I didn’t really know what to say in reply, and it was difficult to hear his words clearly through my heavy breaths and still thunderous heartbeat, feeling like it would explode out of my chest.
His hand tightened around my throat, not enough to cut off my air or hurt, but just forcefully enough to bring me back to the moment; his tightened grasp was enough to make me really see him, to come out of my dazed thoughts. His face hovered within an inch of mine, his warm breath touching my lips, making me want to feel his lips pressed to mine again, yet even as I tried, I found that he held me down to the bed. I continued involuntarily grinding my hips as much as he would allow me to, pressed so tightly as he was to me in missionary on the bed. He had creampied me a moment before and he was still hard. He had made me climax multiple times since he had walked through the door, and my body still wanted more; needed more.