She’d been all for this game when my hand was clamped onto the back of her neck. And also when I had harshly squeezed her breast, although she'd grimaced and squirmed. And when I’d teased her navel and combed through her pubic hair, she was fine, giggly even.
Now she was balking. She held my wrist, pulling down. But I continued to push up forcefully, fingers pressing in against her throbbing veins.
“Let go of my wrist.” Her body shuddered in response but her grip slackened.
I put my lips to her ear and whispered, “Are you ready to continue?”