I grabbed your hair and pulled your head back, revealing your neck. A faint scent of rose in the air – or maybe it was my imagination. I began kissing you and gently bit your ear, and I could feel you experience a slight tickle as you intensely gripped my shoulders. Those lush, inviting lips gave me a momentary sense of completeness.
My hand grabbed your hip and I pushed us towards the concrete wall, and your back flinched as you felt the cold gently seeping into you while trapped between me and the wall.
I began rubbing you off and I could soon feel my fingers getting damp. Your eyes were closed, brows raised and we continued kissing as my fingers massaged you. I moved to your breasts, my tongue gliding over your nipples. I bit you again, and again, and you sighed.
Your face said it all – a lipbite trying to hold back the moan, a pure expression of ecstasy combined with pleasure and pain that satisfied me more than being inside you would have, and I had to take a moment to come to my senses to cherish having you with me.
I swept you off your feet and carried you to the bed. You were looking at me and smiled as I released you on the sheets. I could have kissed you but I didn't. I went down on you and your musk took me over. You started sucking on my still damp fingers while my tongue enjoyed pleasuring you, and, for a moment, we were both tasting the same taste of the lady it had made to come. I moved my hand away from your lips and began fondling your breasts, my other hand firmly grabbing your leg over my shoulder. You couldn't hold back anymore and screamed at the top of your pitch as you peaked.
I looked up towards you. To me, there is nothing more gratifying than the honor of giving you an orgasm. It is all about you.
I'd love your suggestions. Does first person make it cheap? Did I make it too verbose? …And, should I continue?
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