Pulling in my head so I choke down the length of him.
Holding me down lightly, encircling my windpipe with his great breadth of fingers.
Grabbing a fistful of my hair so I cannot move.
I have an inkling, a small idea, to loop my robe belt around my throat while he's fucking my ass from behind. I can feel his elbow balancing on my back as he slowly twines the fabric into his fist, leading me up to be flush against his torso. I imagine his other hand coming up to knead and pluck at my nipples. His breath in my hair, his lips grazing my jaw when I desperately crane backwards to kiss him.
Yes. I have an inkling.