You know you look better with my hand around your throat, right? Do you think you can rock your hips fast enough to get me off before you black out? You're just as useful unconscious as you are awake to me. Better hurry.
That moment when grinding-teasing becomes too good to resist and a game of 'just the tip' becomes 'every last inch'.
Follow that quickly with a strangled moan, a little lip-bite-smirk, and a breathless 'Sorry' before the bed starts shaking.