femsubdenial:

A pattern emerged. I’d pin her, biting her neck, using my weight and crushing her breath, knowing how powerful the need to breathe is. I know she doesn’t like that kind of breath play and that, combined with our dynamic, just makes it that much hotter for both of us. Struggling and panicking was inevitable, and I’d grip her wrists tightly as I moved to let her breathe only to start nipping and biting her sides, her breasts, her mons… and then, eventually, move back up and pin her with my weight all over again.

“I feel like I’m your prey and you’re about to consume me!” she gasped.

I chuckled into her ear. “I’m already consuming you, toy.”